C70 Vigor.

"Not good, Cousin Wushuang is not good!"

Jian Wushuang was standing in the yard and constantly imitating the usage of both types of Qi. At this time, a flustered voice sounded from outside of the door, making Jian Wushuang frown.

When he opened the door, he saw Jian Zhen. His face was full of panic as he gasped for breath in his chest.

"Jian Zhen