At this moment, Wang Yan was not in the Huo family as the outside world had speculated, but in the hotel, silently refining the power of water transportation obtained in the first battle of the Xiangjiang River.

Nine beads of crimson light swirled above his head, and a three-inch-high Ming Huangshi pillar in the middle continued to rise, without dazzling light, without terrifying fluctuations in spiritual power.

Time passed, Wang Yan remained motionless, meditating on the avenue of heaven and earth, he was surrounded by red, blue, black, and yellow、......

Chapter 169 of "The Strongest Feng Shui Master in the City" I am the destiny of heaven I am in the middle of the hand, please wait for a while,

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