The Mystic Realm of the Jingdu Martial Arts Association

The old woman seemed to have noticed something. She stretched out her shriveled hand to grab Qin Yu's head!

This old woman had extremely tyrannical strength. It was obvious that she had stepped into the peak of Martial Marquis. Even Qin Yu did not dare to neglect her!

Without thinking, he took out the Prajna ruler and slapped over.

"Boom!"

A wisp of Martial Saint's internal qi instantly exploded on the old woman's palm!

"Ah!!"

Its power directly pierced through the old woman's palm, and fresh blood instantly stained her long robe.

"Tsk, tsk, the Martial Saint Weapon really lives up to its reputation," Qin Yu shook the Prajna ruler in his hand and sneered coldly.

The old woman narrowed her eyes and said coldly, "Qu Xie's Prajna ruler had actually fallen into your hands..."

"It seems that you are not well-informed," Qin Yu couldn't help but sneer.