Sarcasm brimmed in his words.
To tell the truth, when it came to the thickness of skin, only Lu Luo could compete in arm-wrestling with him, Jiang Feng. No verbal provocation, no threatening method, could make Jiang Feng let go.
Unless he was sure that the other party wouldn't pose a threat to his life.
Ying Ling's strength was much more terrifying than he had imagined. Don't look at him wielding a magic sword, chasing after this woman to slash everywhere, looking majestic and stealing the show.
In fact, Jiang Feng could be sure that, except for the first sword that directly drew lightning into her body, catching this Joyful Sect woman off guard, the rest of the time what he saw were all illusions.
Yes, the moment the sound emitted from the Joyful Ring, he had already fallen into the illusion created by this woman.
