It was said that people would feel different when their skin touched. Even if there was a whip between them, the other party would feel different in their heart.
There was also a change between Lin Yun and the little beggar, as well as the little beggar and the middle-aged man.
Lin Yun poured almost all of her strength into the whip and lashed it at the little beggar. The middle-aged man glanced at the little beggar hanging on his body and a faint fragrance wafted into his nose, causing his palm, which was about to slap the little beggar, to suddenly raise up and grab the braid that was whipping towards them.
"Lin Yun, are you going to whip me to death too?" A dignified aura rose from the middle-aged man's body and pressed straight towards Lin Yun.
The pressure of a Heaven Rank. This man was actually a Sword Star Spirit Master.
