In this regard, Han Wuling just quietly observed the eyes of Jiang Chengnu and Xiang Lijing. After all, although he, Han Wuling, was young, he could be regarded as an old and cunning person.

If someone uses this to get him into the next game, the gain will outweigh the loss.

Eyes cannot lie, and there was deep hatred in Xiang Lijing's eyes. Because of hatred, his eyeballs were bloodshot.

And in the eyes of Jiangcheng girl, there is also hatred that is not to be outdone...

Just when Xiang Lijing's palm was about to fall on the Jiangcheng girl, Han Wuling moved, and his black robe swayed with the breeze.

Flashing in front of the Jiangcheng girl, Han Wuling squatted down slightly.

He stretched out his palm and caught Xiang Lijing's palm.

The two palms clapped together, and instantly, a huge wave came from the gap between the palms. This wave was like a breeze, but it also contained powerful power that could destroy the world.

There was darkness between heaven and earth, and it seemed that only two people, Han Wuling and Xiang Lijing, were left.

Han Wuling put his left hand behind his back, and his right hand met Xiang Lijing's hand like a thin willow supporting the wind. From the beginning to the end, he was extremely indifferent, looking at Xiang Lijing with a slight smile.

And Xiang Lijing's body was like floating snowflakes in mid-air, with his palm leaning on Han Wuling's hand.

His palms seemed to be burning with fierce flames. This fierce flames should have entered Han Wuling's palms from his palms.

But Han Wuling's palm was like a piece of glass. The blazing flame could only burn in Xiang Lijing's hand and could not move Han Wuling at all.

In the blink of an eye, Xianglijing's head and forehead were covered with sweat.

On the other hand, Han Wuling looked like a breeze with a smile on his face.

It seems that he is not holding hands with others now, but drinking tea and chatting with Xiangli Jing. "Elder Xiangli, I haven't seen you for so many years, why are you still standing still?"

Han Wuling smiled faintly, although his words sounded a bit sarcastic.

But there was no irony in his eyes or smile, as if this was the simplest sentence.

Xiang Lijing's face was red, and when he met Han Wuling's eyes, he said: "Dark Zuo Envoy, you and I have no contact and no grudges on weekdays, so why bother meddling in other people's business? Today, if I don't kill this girl, I will be sorry for my granddaughter!"

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As he said that, Xiang Lijing glared at Jiang Chengnu, who stared back without fear.

Han Wuling nodded slightly, he admired the Jiangcheng girl's timidity.

He could sense that Jiang Chengnu's strength was only around that of the Hell Illusionist, but Xiang Lijing was a truly supreme powerhouse.

Normally, a hell magician would be so frightened that his legs would weaken when facing a supreme powerhouse. She was able to stare back, which I must say is a kind of courage. "The enemy of your dragon clan is my friend of the blood clan. This woman,

I have to save you today."

Han Wuling said, the gentle smile on his face deepened as he spoke. Xiang Lijing blew his beard and stared in anger. He kept pouring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his palm, but his spiritual energy of heaven and earth could not enter Han Wuling's palm at all.

Go inside.

In other words, his heaven and earth spiritual energy could not attack Han Wuling at all.

If this continues, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in his Dantian will dry up, and the outcome of victory or defeat seems to be already visible.

"Cough...poof..."
Chapter completed!