In the field of good fortune, he is a god.

Ning Qi swept his spiritual thoughts around, and suddenly punched out, the surrounding scene suddenly collapsed, and the two reappeared at the door of the reception hall. The only difference was that the red-faced monk fell to the ground, exhaled more air, and inhaled less.

Wang Yan and the others stared at this scene in astonishment. The scene was quiet and a needle could be heard. Ning Qi stretched out his hand and grabbed it. Wang Zhong, who was lying in the corner of the reception hall, was carried by the spirit of the fairy and flew over. His injury was a little serious. The bones and meridians all over his body were shattered, Ning Qi thought, and the power of creation poured into Wang Yan's body instantly.