After reacting, he tried his best to prevent himself from kneeling on the spot, but his knees were already slightly bent.

"Stubborn?" Nalan Minghui smiled, and slapped Feng Jiuyou's shoulder again. Feng Jiuyou could only try to resist the opponent's palm force, but he couldn't make any moves to fight back, because his body, Already suppressed by Nalan Mingfei's Primordial Spirit, there is no

There is no spare power to use other means.