C827 The Smell of Conspiracy

"Speak, what is it?" When Wu Tai saw Jiang Huairen enter the house, he asked Wu Jingyu.

Wu Jingyu came to Wu Tai's side and whispered into his ear, "Cheng Lang came back just now and said that he met a..."

When Wu Tai heard Wu Jingyu's report, his expression became increasingly gloomy.

"You're saying that the Eight Extremes Fist also has a trump card?"

Wu Jingyu nodded