Game start.
Thinking of Wang Li's previous experience, Qian Hansong was obviously more cautious.
Adjust the pace, do a good job of lifting hands, hands folded, like a snake head constantly spit letter.
"It's snake fist!"
"Qian Hansong's father is said to be a master of snake fist. This is a skill from his family!"
"It is said that the snake fist is strange and changeable, the angle is tricky, and it can even twist the body to make some incredible attacks. Zhong Yihan is going to be unlucky!"
When Zhong Yihan saw his starting gesture, he immediately became interested.
"interesting..."
Qian Hansong's mouth made "Sisi" and "Sisi" sounds. With the continuous advancement of his two fists, it felt as if he was facing a ready-to-go double-headed snake, which made him unable to guess his moves.
This is the snake fist, which disrupts the opponent's fighting rhythm through the interference of sound and gestures.