Ning Qi smiled lightly.

Before the words fell, Zikun under Baxia seemed to draw a bow and shoot an arrow, his fist slowly stretched behind his shoulders, and the aura of tens of thousands of miles all condensed towards Zikun under Baxia, and a huge vortex appeared in Zikun under Baxia On the top of his head, he still has no intention of suppressing Ning Qi with Falun Gong.

"hiss……"