C802 The Power of Ancient Times

The old man's aged skin trembled violently, and his muddy eyes nailed Ouyang Xiaoqing to the ground. His excitement was evident on his face.

"It's that kind of power. That's right, it's that kind of power!"

As if it was because he was too excited, the old man kept repeating this sentence. His eyes were fixed on Ouyang Xiaoqing, as if he could really see something from her body