"Without further ado!"

"There is no reason to capture you, the Truman demon girl."

"Die to me~"

Ke Zhe seemed to be completely irritated by Meng Wanyu's tricky words.

After yelling, he stepped on the ground, and his whole body shot out like an arrow from the string.

Then, he clenched his hands into a fist and slammed it down on Meng Wanyu's chest.

The power and influence are strong, as long as they have the power of a thousand junctures.

With such a powerful and heavy blow, no one doubted that if it fell on Meng Wanyu, he would be seriously injured even if he did not die.

"Miss Meng, be careful~"

Seeing this, Qiu Mucheng was startled immediately, and shouted worriedly.

Meng Wanyu showed no signs of fear, watching the fist approaching closer. He chuckled lightly, then slapped lightly.

Elegant palms are like picking leaves through flowers.

There is a kind of elegance and refinement in every gesture.

However, compared to its elegance, it was Meng Wanyu's counterattack that shocked everyone. There was no extra movement, and every ounce of force was controlled just right.

Steadily, wrap Ke Zhe's fist strength in it.

"What a beautiful blow!"

"What palm technique is this?"

"This elegance alone is probably unrivaled in the world, right?"

By the bank of Yunwu Lake, many martial arts masters said with emotion, their eyes were full of astonishment.

The master master who said that he was not equal to Ke Zhe, but he laughed disdainfully: "The gold and jade are outside, and the ruins are in it."

"Martial arts practice is about returning to the basics."

"Only the most common attack can unleash the most powerful force."

"Today's young people only know how to pursue gorgeousness and attention, so as to attract attention and attract people's attention, but because of this, they lose themselves and lose their original intention of martial arts."

"A flashy attack like this is destined to be just a flash in the pan."

"Under Ke Lao's hands, I'm afraid it won't last half a second."

Yan Buping looked far away and stood proudly with his hands behind his back.

The faint words, with a hint of preaching, sounded slowly.

Several old men beside him nodded in agreement.

"As expected of Mr. Yan, his eyes are like a torch."

"At a glance, you can see the reality of that demon girl." JrNovels.com