This palm technique is so sinister and sinister that it looks like it was practiced by a crooked person.

However, from fighting with him, I can feel his lack of stamina.

Obviously, he is not a real practitioner.

I just learned some fancy tricks to protect myself.

After figuring out the number of his palm techniques, Yang Ruoqing knew what he was doing.

Taking advantage of her body shape, she stabbed him under the arm with her fist.

When he was about to defend himself, her feet suddenly moved, and a whip leg swept towards his lower body.

As fast as lightning, he didn't even have a chance to react.

"Bang!"

It was like a Buddha statue falling to the ground.

Rich Man Li fell to the ground on his back, his face ashen.

He rolled his eyes, fainted, and even oozed urine from his lower body.

The whole house smelled fishy.

"Old dog!"

Yang Ruoqing spat.

fight?

My sister has never lost before, and she will not be an exception this time.

His breath was weak, and he seemed to have fainted.

She strode towards him.

He stretched out his hand towards Luo Fengtang who was following him in: "Give me the rope!"

Just when Luo Fengtang threw the rope over, Rich Man Li, who had been incontinent and had fainted, suddenly opened his eyes.

I saw his arm move.

"Bah!"

He growled lowly,

The string of Buddhist beads on his wrist was pulled hard by him.

The polished rosewood shell instantly shattered, revealing the spiky hair balls inside.

Every one of them is a sharp weapon for killing people.

At this time, Yang Ruoqing caught the rope and leaned down...

The sharp weapon in his hand was aimed at Yang Ruoqing's neck...

"Qing'er, be careful!"

Luo Fengtang broke out in a cold sweat, his feet slipped and he was about to pounce.

At this moment, a ray of cold light flashed past.

He only saw a ball of light flashing in her hand.

Immediately, ten bloody fingers fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!