Jiang Yan frowned: "Noisy!"

"you!"

Mr. Qin was startled, with anger in his eyes: "Young man, it's true that you don't know etiquette! Anyway, since you don't listen to the old man's words, then I will let you have a taste of the old man's fist!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Qin moved his steps and rushed towards Jiang Yan like a rabbit out of nowhere.

His steps were strange and agile, and even though he was not far away, there was an air of elusiveness about him that made it impossible to capture his true form.

Just when he was approaching Jiang Yan.

Whoosh!

An old fist smashed into Jiang Yan's chest.

This punch doesn't seem to have much strength, but the edge of the punch is covered with endless skillful energy. Once it hits, it is enough to paralyze a person.

But at the moment when his fist was about to hit Jiang Yan's chest.

Bah!

A slap suddenly caught the incoming fist.

"What?"

Mr. Qin's breath trembled.

Whoosh!

The palm suddenly became stronger, and he wrapped his fist and threw it to the side.

Mr. Qin was caught off guard, his whole body flew out, knocked over the table and chairs next to him, and fell directly to the ground.

"ah?"

Situ Guang was also dumbfounded.
Chapter completed!