"Hey hey hey..."

Faced with Han Yang's attack, the Medicine King didn't even dodge and caught Han Yang's Hongyan Knife with his neck.

Stab!

The Hongyan knife struck the Medicine King's fleshy neck, causing a series of sparks to rub off, but it didn't even scratch the oily skin.

Han Yang's pupils suddenly shrank.

This Medicine Master King can actually withstand a blow from a high-grade spiritual weapon?

Not even the golden corpse in the ruins can do this.

This guy looks white and fat, but turns out to be rougher and thicker than a wandering corpse.

call!

The Medicine King stretched out a big palm like a cattail leaf fan and slapped Han Yang.

"Physical Refining Technique! I didn't expect that in this small world, I can still see the Body Refining Technique."
Chapter completed!