Ye Chenfeng casually clapped his hands and said, "Old Master Zou, if the Qigong master you mentioned can actually crush a glass into powder with his bare hands, then he might truly have the potential to learn my method of curing cancer."
Of course, Ye Chenfeng knew that the so-called Qigong masters in society today were either frauds or third-rate, and it was impossible to crush a glass into powder with their hands.
"Chenfeng, do you really know Kung Fu? You actually crushed a glass with your bare hands? Let me see your hand." Zou Linlin excitedly took Ye Chenfeng's right hand and inspected it over and over, only to find that there wasn't a single scratch on his palm.
As Zou Linlin's delicate hands toyed with his right palm, Ye Chenfeng coughed awkwardly twice and said, "Linlin, have you seen enough?"
