Zhao Wushuang seemed to have heard some big joke, and his beautiful face showed an unparalleled sneer and ridicule.

Zhao Wushuang’s way of practicing shooting skills is to move forward without moving forward, rather than turning around.

The formation in this hall can make Zhao Wushuang feel fearful, but it will never let him completely compromise.

"What I have said is the truth. If you don't listen, you can witness it in the future!"

"The place here cannot allow you to be arrogant again!"

At Zhao Wushuang, Yang Jian looked directly at him, and the aura on his body surged. The glorious trend accumulated in two lifetimes was like a tall sky and a great mountain, directly crushing it.

Even when facing the supreme saints in the prehistoric world, Yang Jian had already dared to pick up his gun and draw his sword. Although the general trend he showed at this time was not blessed by any cultivation, the pressure he put on his heart was almost a breakdown.

"I would like to ask His Majesty the Emperor of Han to calm down and don't hurt my lord!"

Zhao Wushuang felt that this momentum and spiritual power were suffocated, but only the old monk Bai Ye, the spirit of Buddhism, and the spiritual realm of the mind were extremely high and strong, could he feel that Yang Jian’s unprecedented power was.

At this moment, Old Monk Bai Ye fully believed that as long as Yang Jian was given time, the other party would definitely have the ability to easily rule the entire Qingzhou area, and even Yinzhou area was not a problem.

Four thousand words of big chapter, two updates are integrated!
Chapter completed!