"Boy, do you also want to try the power of my red blood palm?"

The red-haired short man looked at him coldly, and the masked man was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly: "That's not what I meant."

"This summer, it's nothing more than learning some medical skills, some Kung Fu, and some body skills."

The red-haired short man snorted softly, and then pretended to be: "What's so great about it? In front of my divine palm, you are nothing more than a chicken or a dog."

"Don't mention him, even if his master Wan Guiren were here, he would be killed with just one palm."

"In Xuecheng, only the former leader and the current Great Elder Xue Laomo can make me respect him. The others are all trying to sell out."

As he said that, he looked at Dai Qianqiu with disdain: "You are also the direct disciple of the previous leader, how can you be so weak as a dog?

You still have to use me to deal with this kind of trash... What kind of look are you looking at!"

The red-haired short man was just pretending to be cool, but he found that there was something wrong with the way other people looked at him.

Since he was not amazed by his unparalleled magical power, he also did not show awe, but an unspeakable doubt and fear.

However, he clearly felt that this fear had nothing to do with him.

It's more like it comes from behind him... Huh?

Behind you?

"Who are you calling a waste?"

At this time, a lazy voice sounded.

What is this sound?

Summer! How is it possible! Absolutely no one in this world can survive under my divine palm! No one! I want to see who is kidding me! The red-haired short man snorted coldly and wanted to turn his head to take a look.
Chapter completed!