Chapter 1175

Chapter 184Zhao Ping'an had no psychological pressure at all, and directly opened his mouth, liking something meant he had to get it. Money was nothing but an external thing.Chapter 1175

The moment his words left his lips.

Visible to the naked eye, dust motes suspended in the air fall like countless stars descending.

Not only was it dust, but even the disciples of Bai Ca Ge who floated in mid-air lost control and instantly fell.

"Even Zhao Ping'an felt a slight pressure!"

It feels like an unspeakable force is pressing down on my head, about to smash me into the ground.

"Martial arts, the martial arts of a holy land!"lot of effort.>>A venerable old man in a black official's hat and a red robe sat facing forward on the platform. His eyes were like hooks, radiating an air of stern authority. This must be the judge p...