Zhou Tian is right, next year’s day is your death day, you remember it.”

Master Ning San looked fierce. After saying that, he waved his palms and attacked Zhou Tian.

Zhou Tian saw that this old guy's posture was quite intimidating. His palms were full of wind, which was very fast, like a mountain and a sea of ​​rushing, and he was very powerful.

He is definitely a master. Without decades of foundation, he can't practice such sharp palm techniques.

Zhou Tian didn't recognize what kind of palm technique this was, but Zhou Tian didn't want to care about so much, he just wanted to beat this old guy.

Huh!                                                              

But unexpectedly, Zhou Tian's body movement was too fast, so he easily avoided the palm from his side. Then Zhou Tian had already picked up a dish plate.

Master Ning San slashed the sky with one palm. As soon as he was stunned, the dish plate in Zhou Tian's hand flew out.

What a strange thing! Mr. Ning San was a little confused. The other party could easily avoid this powerful palm and had the ability to fight back.

Seeing the dish plate hitting the face, in desperation, Master Ning San turned his head in a mess and dodged, barely dodging.

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