Dong Liqun raised his palm and didn’t put it down for a long time, and said to Chen Ping.
“Let’s do it…”
Chen Ping did not open his eyes, and his last words were meaningless.
“Hurry up and do it…”
Ning Zhi frowned and shouted loudly.
Dong Liqun had no choice. A faint white mist flashed on his palm, and then he slapped Chen Ping on the head with his palm.
The howling wind sounded in Chen Ping’s ears.
Chen Ping knew that he was going to die soon.
But just when Dong Liqun’s palm was about to hit Chen Ping’s head, a sudden burst of energy that was undoubtedly comparable to him came over.
Chen Ping opened his eyes, only to find that Dong Liqun in front of him was flying upside down like a kite with its string broken.
At this moment, everyone’s eyes widened in shock.
You must know that Dong Liqun is the Marquis of Wu.
A Wuhou was actually repelled so easily.
“Who is it? Get out?”
Ning Zhi shouted with an ugly expression.
“Is the current martial arts world so rampant? Our officials don’t take it seriously at all!”
Slowly, Mr. Shi walked out, followed by Zhao Wuji.
Everyone was surprised to see Mr. Shi coming.
“I didn’t know it was Mr. Shi who arrived, please forgive me…”
Ning Zhi was crazy, but in front of Mr. Shi, he did not dare to have the slightest temper.
He quickly lowered his stance and said.
“Mr. Shi…”
The heads of the sects and aristocratic families all shouted respectfully.
What a sect and aristocratic family, in front of the official, they are nothing.