The night was as cool as water, and the lights were bright.
The dazzling drunken li Pavilion.
The Wang family's seventh young master looked around, his aura somewhat disdainful.
One sentence.
With Li Chu in his hands, the world was his.
However, in this imposing manner, there was always an inexplicable and unexplainable sense of a villain's success. When people saw this, they did not feel the slightest admiration. On the contrary, they could not help but want to jump up and give this guy a fierce punch.
"Hehe."
The Deputy leader of the eastern flow gang, Chui ziyong, looked at him with a smile and said, " "There's no need for that. With young hero Wang's remarkable abilities, it seems that ordinary martial artists are not worthy of exchanging blows with you. Why don't you let our new guest elder, old Mister Feng, spar with you?"
"I don't care what wind, clouds, or frost you are, just call them out." Wang longqi waved his hand and said.
