The punch in the big man's hand was extremely rigid, and there was a slight red light in his hand. The red light covered a wider area, and tightly wrapped the two hands of the big man, like a pair of fist gloves. And that zhenqi is like pouring water into a pot, slowly pouring into the big man's body from the top of the big man's head.
"Chi." The big man's boxing skills are unrestrained, and the red glove in his hand will give off a crimson effect once he swings forward. The energy of the true energy is punched forward like a fist, and then dissipated in the air.
"This nima's way of cultivating the mind is too cruel. You can do it while you are sleeping." Ye Qingyang was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly asked the Zunhuang in his body.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!