"There will definitely be a fight in the future; that palm technique just now was quite interesting."
The slight defeat in her mind just circled around once, and was immediately thrown behind her. Her eyebrows raised, her spirit high, as she pondered Wang Anfeng's execution of that chain palm technique, like waves stacking, faintly possessing three points of Divine Charm.
Wang Anfeng strode ahead, his right hand lifted, clutching at his chest, his heart beating like the red skinny horse in Shaolin Temple that joyously ran wild, his blood boiling fiercely. Opening his mouth, he faintly exhaled a breath of hot air.
There was a vendor resting under the banyan tree ahead, who unintentionally saw his face, his eyes brightened, directly approaching with a smile and greeting:
"Hey, brother, here we have top-quality hangover soup, three Tongbao a bowl. Have a bowl, sober up. It's an old brand, no deceiving..."
"Hey, hey, hey, don't go! Two Tongbao, two, would that be okay?"
