When the crowd saw Han Yi suddenly make a move, they were shocked. Their words were opposite. They were pointed at wheat awns. But Han Yi finally got angry and hurt people directly. His anger was a little too small. It was a shame that he claimed to be the elder of the Temple of Heaven.

"Hum!"

Wu snorted coldly, his figure trembled slightly, and an invisible spirit burst out from his eyes, covering Han Yi, making his whole body stiff in mid-air and unable to move.

Both of them are saints and Taoists, but Wu Zhanzi has long understood the soul of war and has a broken Dharma body....