"Well! Good hard work!"

Fang Ming watched the two women move the brick away, revealing a god-general who looks like a dead dog.

"Is this the indestructible Vajra, the Great God Search Hand? Or the Kung Fu of the Great Demon Hand?"

"You should be the only Tongtuo among the four elders of the Demon Sect who had not betrayed me, right? Your martial arts are really good, and now you may be a little stronger than the Silver Dragon..."

Tongtuo wanted to say something, but opened his mouth and spit out blood.

Qingqing was shocked.

Of course she knew Tongtu’s martial arts, and even more so her endurance!

Back then, the young master with the young master and the people from the five major sects were entangled in the Qilian Mountains for several days and nights before finally breaking through the siege.

His kung fu is just as simple as his name, but he is extremely patient. Ordinary injuries are nothing. Often, others hit him with one knife, and his fist hits the other party's vital point.

If you can use this skill of fighting injuries to kill people, your ability to be beaten will inevitably be trained to the limit.

But now, Tongtuo was just against someone, but he couldn't even move a finger.

"Don't worry, he can't die!"

Fang Ming unfolded the scroll by himself.

On the yellow paper, the scene of a boy in white clothes is as sharp as snow appears in his eyes. His eyes are like swords and his temperament is as sharp as a knife. The most important thing is that his image is at least 70% or 80% similar to Fang Ming's current appearance.

“Geeh…”

Xiaoxiang's teeth trembled and she was almost fainted from fear.

"This painting is quite vivid!"
Chapter completed!