But at this moment, the real Chen Ping had already appeared behind him, drawing a magic whip around his neck!

“Lie down for me!” Chen Ping shouted and pulled down hard.

You Wuji was caught off guard and was pulled to a stagger, and there was a sharp pain and numbness in his neck.

He hurriedly used his skills, wanting to shake off the magic whip, but found that the righteous qi on the whip was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, constantly eroding his meridians.

“It’s now!”

Chen Ping’s eyes flashed, his left hand clenched his fist, all the power converged on the fist peak, and he smashed his back heart with a fierce punch!

“Bang!”