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Phew!
Bai Hu quickly swung his arm back.
Feng Lin easily leaped onto his shoulder and sprang away.
His figure came before Meng Changsheng, smiling as he asked, "Uncle, what should we do now?"
"Earth Attribute people at the Great Achievement Realm basically all know this move; it can greatly increase their defense."
Meng Changsheng, leaning on his cane, said with a smile, "Your combat skills are useless now."
"Then what should we do?"
Feng Lin twirled his scalpel.
"You know better than I."
Meng Changsheng, propping himself up with his cane, took out a smoking pipe from his body.
Boom! Boom!
On Bai Hu's side, he had already stopped caring about Sikong Jin and was charging toward Feng Lin.
"Damn, I hate fighting against these kind of meat shields the most. It's just a contest of strength with no technical content."
Feng Lin inserted the scalpel into the front of his belt.
With a light sway of his hand, a black smoke-formed cloak floated behind him.
