"Well, it's not about looks, it's about strength. What's the use of being handsome and beautiful?" In front of Chen Jiu, a crooked young man was very proud.

"What a weird repulsion, it doesn't seem to be able to resist with strength!" Chen Jiuwen did not move, but he was also surprised.

"Chen Jiu, you're right. It's the wind of the soul. It relies on the stability of the soul. No matter how powerful or unstable the soul is, it's useless!" Explain it kindly from all over the world.

"Brother, what's the use of telling him that? It's going to be brushed down after a few passes. It's a waste...