Princess Against the World

"If it's really a big hand...then we're really lucky that we didn't die!"

The man chuckled and lay down, looking up at the stars.

"If you can survive in Xingjun's hands, you can become bragging rights in the future..."

Among the crowd, the expressions of several people changed slightly.

They glanced at each other, and their backs stiffened subconsciously.

Feng Chenglin saw their unnaturalness and laughed loudly: "Xingjun?? Who is it? Why have I never heard of him? Is he a very powerful person?"

It doesn’t matter who he is, as long as he is not the Lord of God!

"Isn't it Xingjun?" An old man with a white beard was fidgeting with the bonfire, but he was obviously absent-minded.

"Yeah, it shouldn't be him! He... He is such a worldly expert and has transcended the world. Why would he attack people like us?" Another person also echoed, but he didn't have much confidence.

"Yes, we are just a bunch of scum in his hands, but..."

The man who spoke first sat up and adjusted the shawl on his shoulders.

"Everyone, can any of you tell me who else in this world has such big hands!?"

"..."

For a moment, everyone was speechless.

Ling Luoyu's eyes wandered over everyone's faces: "I... would like to ask weakly, does the Xingjun you are talking about have big hands? Then... how tall is this person?"

Before she finished speaking, she felt the disdainful looks from everyone, as if looking at an idiot.

I really don’t know how someone with such an IQ survived this massacre.

Ling Luoyu smiled coquettishly: "I...I think that this person has big hands, so he must be tall...don't he?"

"Xingjun... I'm afraid he's not even taller than you!" After Whitebeard finished speaking, he suddenly glanced behind him warily.

It was as if he was afraid that a pair of big hands would stretch out from behind and crush him to death.

"Oh..." Ling Luoyu suddenly nodded: "That means he has practiced a kind of skill..."

As long as it’s a technique, you don’t have to be afraid!

This thing requires a lot of effort to use.

It is estimated that any normal person would not use it to kill a little shrimp like her.

"It is said that it is Xingjun's magical weapon!"

Whitebeard curled his lips, as if he didn't believe it.

"But nine out of ten people who have seen that hand have died, so no one knows what happened to that hand... But everyone still thinks that it should be one of his magical weapons, and It’s not a technique!”

Magic weapon? !

"It should be a magic weapon!"

The voice of nothingness suddenly sounded in Ling Luoyu's mind, making him very excited.

"That's right... the spiritual power of this magic weapon is higher than mine, so when we fought against each other, it completely crushed me, so you can't use it!"

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Even if it’s a magic weapon, it’s not a good method!

The control of magical instruments and the use of exercises, in terms of spiritual energy consumption, are the comparison between high-speed rail and bicycles.

The technique is a high-speed train, and the instrument is a bicycle.

The same spiritual energy used on high-speed rail consumes a lot of money.

But if it is used on a bicycle, there will be basically no loss.

"Nothingness, can you not be so excited?"

Even though he was crushed, he could still be so happy because he was drunk!

Xingwu instantly realized that his reaction was a bit heartless, and immediately changed his tone of voice to one that was extremely sad.

"Master, my condolences...this is an unchangeable fact!"

"Your uncle!"

"..."