The white-haired beggar crossed his hands to protect his chest, Xiao Luo's powerful leg struck at the center of his crossing arms precisely, with a loud bang, a gush of ferocious power coursed through from Xiao Luo's leg like a raging river. The white-haired beggar backed off while trying to stand up and regain balance, which he finally was able to do so after backing off for a few meters.
He looked at Xiao Luo, who was half-kneeling with both of his hands on the ground and laughed, "Little brother, are you practicing the Secret Art of Toad? Your stance is pretty similar to the people from the Ouyang house." Xiao Luo was looking tense with his eyes focused like a beast in its hunting mode.
The old man combed his beard while making jokes about Xiao Luo, which made him looked very at ease and nonchalant.
"Who are you?"
Xiao Luo stood up and stared at him with hostility.
