Qin Yu was surrounded by crowds.

"I'll do it first!"

The boy in purple was most indignant and roared angrily: "Lin Zhao, let's talk?"

"Can."

Lin Zhao nodded: "You hate me the most, and the one I want to hit the most is you."

"Can……"

The young man in purple raised his palm and slashed it down. Suddenly, the thunder and fire in the palm of the sixth level cultivator ran away. He wanted to use this palm to test Lin Zhao's depth. It doesn't matter whether he can win or not.

"Peng!"

Lin Zhao crossed his fists, but he was still slashed back by the opponent's spiritual palm. Then the purple-clothed boy pointed his fingertips, and a wisp of magic hit Lin Zhao's chest.

"ah?"

Lin Zhao was panicked and hurriedly drove away. At the same time, the young man in purple had a fierce palm print falling from the sky. With a loud bang, Lin Zhao was already lying on the ground in a large shape, with dust flying!

...

"this……"

A group of onlookers were shocked: "Is this over?"

The young man in purple was secretly proud and hugged his arms: "Aren't you very arrogant? A sixth-level martial artist, even a sixth-level monk, can't beat me, but he is indeed a waste. People from the Great Chen Dynasty, what is it that they are not waste?"

"I... haven't defeated yet!"
Chapter completed!