Mingmen

It was also the first time Nan Feng, who was blessed by the heavens, encountered such a situation.

Looking at Zhao Shuning's gaze, he became more probing and more cautious.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I didn't tell you, my name is Zhao Shuning."

Nan Feng didn't look like an old man, why can't he remember?

"This magnetic field?"

"I didn't do it."

Zhao Shuning hadn't expected that the magnetic field that was so rarely seen in the past hundred years would appear twice in a single day.

"You probably don't have that ability either."

Zhao Shuning was speechless.

Now that she had the magnetic field as a foundation, it would be much easier for Zhao Shuning to use the Spiritual Force.

Nan Feng did not sense that something was wrong. When his state of mind stabilized, he repeated the same trick and attacked again.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk … He really doesn't have any good intentions."