Zhang Duo's gaze lifted, looking beside him, familiar curve of the side face, familiar brows and eyes, the old man's eyes widened, his body trembling slightly.
"You, you are... "
Wang Anfeng did not directly respond, he did not know how to respond.
Accompanied by the calm gaze of a certain scholar, in the void, illusion transformed into reality, black iron appeared between this heaven and earth, heavy and hard, forming a complete set of armor, Zhang Duo's expression changed, that armor was so familiar, how could it not be familiar.
"Mingguang Armor..."
The expression of the Khan King of the Xiongnu Tribe suddenly changed, still in doubt, he shouted:
"Who on earth are you?!"
"Divine Martial, armor up!"
With a clattering sound, the armor decomposed in the air, floating towards the young man in black clothing.
