C345 The grace of the strong

"Saint rank soul body!"

Bing Zhu mumbled to herself. Then, for the first time, a trace of hope appeared in her eyes. Fortunately, Bing Zhu's voice was extremely soft, so no one heard him.

In the air, Nangong Shi punched out to dissipate the first wave of tribulation lightning, before standing with his hands behind his back, and raised his head to look. As for the people outside the ice palace