During the time when Gu Qingrang was chatting with the white egret, Ying Tianchang was just lying in the pit that kept sinking because of Zheng Luo's fist, allowing Zheng Luo's fist to fall everywhere on his body.

Ying Tianchang's expression was indifferent, and there was no pain on the surface of his facial features, what he revealed was just an indifference that was close to barrenness. Zheng Luo's fist was actually not painful, compared to the experience in Ying Tianchang's memory, it could be said to be easy, when he was far from the current cultivation, he was beaten by many people, and countless knives entered his body.

As far as the proximity is concerned, there is not even the falling but useless raindrop of Huang Yuncheng falling on him......

"Journey to the World" Volume 1: Reading is not Confucian Sour Chapter 118 The sword is full of energy and is hitting in the hand, please wait for a while,

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