Qin Feng looked at the two experts in front of him and shook his head."You're not their match alone. Let me do it."
Lu Beichuan could tell that the other party's strength was not low, but he still said, ""Boss, I'll deal with one."
"No need. You can rest for a while after I come up." Qin Feng laughed.
Lu Beichuan had no choice but to retreat. The two experts appeared in front of Qin Feng. One of them, an old man with a white beard, shouted, ""Brat, I'll let you have a taste of my Thunderbolt fist's power."
Although the old man's beard was white, his entire body was releasing a powerful force. This was a phenomenon caused by the cultivation of a tyrannical technique. As expected, the moment he was born, a fist shadow flew over. It was a fist the size of a football.
The true energy that it carried quickly spread in all directions. Anyone who was more than ten meters away had no choice but to step back as they were forced to leave by the true energy.