"Gongming, it's been several months, your Kung Fu has improved a lot." A deep male voice appeared, followed by a shadow that quickly approached from far and arrived within dozens of steps away from Xu Qing and his wife.
The person who came was broad and stout in stature, with a bold and unrestrained face—it was King Lin.
Suddenly, a water dragon burst out from behind Xu Qing, rushing towards King Lin's face.
King Lin burst into laughter.
Since becoming a Martial Arts Grandmaster, he had found no match on East Island, and was itching for a good fight, bored to death. Only Xu Gongming understood his Heart Intent.
Feng Wu smiled slightly and retreated hundreds of steps to the side, leaving ample space for the two brothers to spar.
King Lin flicked his robe's sleeve, which seemed like the Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeve Kung Fu of Yan Kong, driving the air current, exploding with qi-blood, rumbling continuously like a string of firecrackers, each sound like thunder.
