In the face of the hurricane that seems to tear everything apart, Chen Tianming's face is unsmooth, and the fighting spirit in his chest bursts out uncontrollably, which makes him uncomfortable all over. He just wants to vent, and a large number of pure cloud forces are running rapidly in his body.

"er Ah! " Chen Tianming looks up to the sky and roars. The clouds in his hands are shining with infinite light. He seems to wander among them like a little bit of stars.

the old tiger beard thinks that Chen Tianming is going to fight against his "qiaoshoubaokong skill", and he scorns it with a loud voice....