C647 Rain Hit Fuping

The blade-light struck Zhang Fann's spiritual Qi. It was like rain hitting duckweed, causing ripples to appear. It looked very gorgeous.

Zhang Fann, who was wrapped in it, seemed to be completely unharmed. He did not feel anything. He still stood with his hands behind his back, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

Zhuang Peng looked at Zhang Fann in front of him