As Song approached, he was about to twist off Wang Lin’s neck when suddenly he felt shocked, as his body was seized by invisible hands, and thrown back heavily, after falling a long distance, for a long time could not move his body.
Seeing the strange scene in front of them, everyone was shocked, Wang Lin did not tear off the yellow paper on the Ginseng, after glancing at it, said leisurely: “Although you see an old friend, but you don’t come out to meet?”
A rustling sound emerged, as from inside the jungle, a solemn youth slowly walked out, his body had an invisible air, as the black clad men were pushed aside by this power. In addition, the three floating fireballs, at this time quickly returned to the youth’s side, and began spinning around his body.
The black people upon seeing the young man, respectfully said: “We greet the great master.”
The stern young man did not look at Song who was vomitting blood but stared at Wang Lin, and said in a sinking tone: “I know that I haven’t seen anyone with your face in ten years, who the hell are you?”