Not to mention the presence of all, even the oldest Hu Fangrong was also stunned. I haven't seen this magic skill. I haven't heard of it.

"so you're just a monk making pills!" Hu Fangrong finally roared and once again offered the magic that he realized by picking ashes.

"furnace ash shape!"

a gray bus slapped its palm on the meat. It was just as powerful as before. It was five points more powerful than that of the five brothers who had just fainted.

However, the hand that opened the mountain and split the ground didn't have much effect on Zhao Wuji. The meat ball bounced on the ground like...