Wei Ting looked at him deeply.
In terms of martial arts, Wei Ting might not be the strongest in this generation.
However, in terms of brains, no one dared to claim to be first if he was ranked second.
Against an old demon like Xiahou Yi, brute force was not enough.
He had to add on his brains as a top scholar.
Wei Ting suddenly charged at Xiahou Yi again.
This time, he did not use the Space Shattering Palm, but the Golden Fist of the Arhat Sect!
The Golden Fist specialized in breaking flexible swords.
Xiahou Yi's single arm trembled. The flexible sword was broken by Wei Ting's punch, but his fist did not stop and smashed into his chest again!
Xiahou Yi was about to vomit blood!
What was wrong with these people?
Were they specially targeting the wound?
Wei Ting carefully observed Xiahou Yi's change.
