Pa!
This time, Xu Wenping still used the same move.
With a quick flick of his finger, he directly flicked the back of the other party's hand.
Brother Xiong was like a very obedient baby. His fist suddenly turned. This time, it was not his shoulder that was hit, but his face.
Bang!
After a dull thud, Brother Xiong's fist landed on his nose, causing blood to flow out.
It was easy for the nose to bleed, and the amount of bleeding looked shocking.
So at this moment, Brother Xiong's nose started to bleed, and the bridge of his nose seemed to be broken.
"Ah... This, this, this, this is a demonic technique. It must be a demonic technique."
He didn't know that this was called using four taels to deflect a thousand pounds. It was a small and delicate martial art of the internal family.
Brother Xiong, who was covering his nose and retreating, had an extremely ugly expression on his face.
"Haha!"
