C1258 Tian xing jian

In the forest, countless dry straw was dancing in the wind.

The grass hut was already completely gone, but Qin Lang and Xiong Tianhao still sat facing each other, because their mental worlds were currently clashing.

Just now, Qin Lang's aura had shaken the grass hut, and this could already be considered a form of provocation to Xiong Tianhao. As a god-hunting