After saying that, a carp stood up with a thrust.

He never dreamed that Li Qinghe could fight so well.

"Come again!"

Qian Mingxue and Li Qinghe set aside two steps, their eyes narrowed, and they attacked again.

The fist, feet, elbows, knees, and the attacks opened and closed, and each attack was filled with the sound of wind, which was violent and horrifying.

On the other hand, Li Qinghe always waited for the opponent to attack before fighting back. Sometimes he waved his hand and sometimes jumped on the spot, making him look relaxed and free-spirited.

Qian Mingxue became more and more frightened as he fought, and he knew that Li Qinghe was merciful.

The bystander on the side was Qing, and he was even more stunned.

He and Qian Mingxue are colleagues and know each other's strengths well.

It is not an exaggeration to say a fighting master.

The two of them are in their thirties and have experienced countless hardships to achieve their current achievements.

Li Qinghe is only eighteen years old, and fighting masters are like teasing children. His realm is obviously much higher than theirs.

Even the legendary fighting masters and even the fighting gods are not that strong.

How did he practice?
Chapter completed!