Not far away, there's a manor, no longer so large that Ye Fengsheng needs to spend time here. Reaching the semicircular arch means entering the garden outside the courtyard, where flowers bloom and a man in the pavilion, Chi Shen's body, swings his arms, delivering a punch fiercely.
Each punch was more potent than the last, seemingly capable of toppling the pavilion outside!
A high and deep impact.
After a while, Lin Dongqing couldn't help but open his mouth and say joyfully, "Hair must be tough, waist must be flexible, fingertips must pierce, bow must be drawn, thunder must explode, just like this," shaking his shoulders, punching the sky, stomping his foot, shaking the Jiuzhou Fist, "I'm the right Eight Diagrams Fist!"
