In the middle, Ming's right hand hurt constantly until it collided with it. In an instant, the empty fury hung like an inverted waterfall, facing a bold question, arrogant over Cangsheng's head.
Although he suppressed his cultivation, as a top talent of Xiao Xue, he was still superior to others.
The tattered awning howled like a giant python in pursuit, flickering nowhere in the vastness. The wind swept across his proud face like a sharp sting, dull and painful.
Ao Cangsheng saw the situation, fixed at the place of restoration, and spun rapidly like a gyroscope. Under the fast spinning of the tickets, two light arcs suddenly erupted; the first shattered the painful attack of understanding, and the second slashed directly at Jia Mingyuan's face.
Understanding the pain did not blink, his opponent shamelessly slapped once. Suddenly, a loud noise appeared before him, and then under the wind and thunder, the issue became arrogant.
