The old man stared at Wang Han in horror.

"How could it be? How could it be with you! Why did this happen!"

The old man roared and pulled Wang Han's wrist away.

After glaring back a few steps, he took out a small bottle from his pocket, unscrewed it and poured it into his mouth.

Wang Han looked at the slightly yellow liquid and couldn't help but think more.

After all, it is indeed a bit strange that these people sometimes drink things with divine power.

The old man seemed to have been hit by medicine.

The momentum surged again.

"We have to catch you back and study it carefully!"

The old man looked ferocious.

He rushed towards Wang Han.

Wang Han's pupils instantly turned into vertical pupils, and the evil spirit wrapped around his arms rotated wildly.

Twist my waist.

One-style Tianlong Fist!

The air friction makes a sonic boom!

The old man flew backwards like a cannonball out of the barrel!

Wang Han was stunned after the punch was knocked out!

The Tianlong Fist I used to exert could only exert 80% of its strength, but now with the blessing of this hand, it can actually exert 10% of its power!

The old man flew out of the door, and his back hit the wall with a loud noise.

The wall skin falls off, and a hemispherical pit is sunk into the brick wall.

The old man raised his head in horror.

Wang Han stared at the vertical pupil state.

The voice trembled.

He murmured with strange emphasis in his mouth and recited the poems in Rigveda.

"Sacrifice is performed by sacrifice.

This is the first step to create the world.

And its power reaches the sky.

There lived the ancient gods.

Saint!"

The old man raised his head and stared at Wang Han, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"You are the saint among the oracles of the Awakening!
Chapter completed!