The Ghost King's Whip comes out like a snake, sometimes burrowing out from the sleeves or legs, or flying out from the lapel. It misses the target and immediately shrinks back, leaving people completely confused as to where the next move will come from.

The snakeskin whip in Yang Xingzhou's hand was no less impressive. At first, he had to use his palm skills to match the whip technique, but later he actually learned the technique of emptiness. The whip on his body came and went without a trace, appearing mysteriously, which seemed to be better than the nihilistic whip.

The law is even better.

The two of them fought fast at first, and the strong wind filled the whole hall, but it was limited to a radius of one foot. After that, they fought slower and slower, but under the magical power of sneak luck, everyone who was oppressed by the strength could not breathe and stood up, and they all stuck to each other.

Stand against the wall.

I heard Xu Ruowu suddenly shout loudly, and he and Yang Xingzhou exchanged a palm blow. The two of them touched each other with their palms, and stood motionless.

After a while, Xu Ruowu let out a long breath, pulled back his palms, and sighed: "Brother Yang, after today, I'm afraid I won't be able to fight Li Chimei for a year."

Yang Xingzhou said calmly: "You are too underestimated by Mr. Yang. I have a panacea. You only need to take two pills and cultivate yourself for three days. I will keep you and you will become a lively and heroic man again!"

He returned to the hall and took his seat, saying: "Come on, the warm-up is over, let's discuss the difficult problems in our respective cultivation!"

Xu Ruowu said in shock: "Brother Yang, you have fought three games in a row, aren't you tired?"
Chapter completed!