"This is outrageous!"
Enraged, Mu Daoren aimed at Zhou Yi's palm and roared, "Take this palm strike!!"
He pressed his palm down under his sleeve, and his energy gathered, causing his Taoist robe to billow like a sail. In the blink of an eye, he stepped on the bluestone slab and covered two zhang!
The fan-like palm slapped towards him, and Zhou Yi couldn't keep up with its speed at all.
In the blink of an eye, he saw the opponent's palm lines approaching. Fortunately, the wooden Taoist had already fallen into the trap without realizing it. In his anger, he did not use any moves, but only used his strength to fight.
Zhou Yi simply focused on circulating his inner energy and exchanging blows with him!
In an instant, a strong wind rushed towards my face, and a tremendous force surged int
