"Hmm, this guy has such a strong bone!" "Heehee, that means you will suffer more!" Joey was surprised first but replaced quickly by a wide grin.
On seeing Joey's expression, both Chun Churan and the old man heaved a sigh, pitying for the elder of the Undefeatable Vajra Body Clan.
Joey gripped the shoulder of the elder with his left hand and began his session of slapping left over right on his face.
Slap! Slap! Slap!....Slap!
This time, it produced an agreeable sound, not the muffle like before. The last one was louder, sending the elder toward the other mountain range, and landed beside the old man, Xi Xuan. He didn't even catch him.
After that, Joey looked at the group of cultivators wearing the same greenish Daoist robes with Chinese Gu words insignia on them.
