Han Feng wanted to use his strength to raise his palms to the ground. However, there was not much strength left in his body at this time, and it was extremely difficult to control it. He gave up the idea of being cool, rolled over and stood up. He looked at Qu Yang, who was wearing coarse clothes.
Quyang felt his palms go numb, thinking that Han Feng was now wearing a precious armor, just like a hedgehog. Whoever beat him would be unlucky. However, he was not an ignorant person. Since he couldn't attack in a close range, he would use ranged attacks.
He retracted the sword in his hand, turned over his wrist, and a golden light sprang out. The light grew in the wind and instantly turned into a bow. Han Feng was stunned for a moment. It was the first time he had seen such a magic treasure.
