Lin Kun took several steps back before finally stopping. His body stooped down. Blood was still dripping from the corner of his mouth. He covered his chest with one hand. The arm he had just punched was already weak.

It drooped down, as if it had been broken.

Qiu Yunhe's feet didn't move at all. Considering his size and momentum, he should have flown backwards, but that's how it is in a martial arts showdown. He's not judged by his size or momentum.

In the face of the absolute strength gap, there is only one-sided crushing, and there is no luck.

"Boy, your talent exceeds my initial expectations. It's a pity, it's such a pity." Qiu Yunhe sneered calmly, and a trace of regret flashed across his eyes.

Lin Kun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath, straightened his waist forcibly, grabbed the drooped arm that had been beaten just now with one hand, gritted his teeth and lifted it up, and heard a crunch.

With two clicking sounds, the arm was reattached.

People around were shocked, what kind of ghost is this guy, he actually connected his own arm!

"Old guy, we haven't finished the fight yet. Even if you really kill me today, I won't let you succeed so easily. You must pay the price!"

Lin Kun sneered at the corner of his mouth, the ferocious smile was heart-stopping, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light flashed like a wolf king walking in the wilderness of Mobei. He waved his left hand, and the black-gold hair was held in his hand, with a little light attached to it.
Chapter completed!