In the ancestral land of hanyue family, on the dilapidated attic, the fifth floor of the attic that people don't check is wrapped by a layer of silver light, like a silver ocean.

The silver light contains a layer of golden light. Where the golden light touches, there is a young man who is constantly whipped by the thunder arc stretched out from the golden light.

The young man banged on the golden light, and his skin was not in good condition. Some were red and scorched black.

"Break it for me!"

Youth is the king's smile who is training to scold God and dominate the body.

At this time, Wang Xiao did not know how long he had been shaking with the golden thunder arc. His hard body was full of cracks, just like a porcelain doll that would be broken at any time.

It was another counterattack. Wang Xiao blew out his fist. The speed of his fist rubbed in the air like forming a layer of spirit.

The fist was forced to the golden light. The golden thunder column in the golden light seemed to feel the divine power contained in Wang Xiao's fist. The thunder arc roared like a roar, and the tree thunder arc poured out without money.

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