Shen Qing's uncle in the county town was none other than Li Linfeng. Could it be that his plans had been seen through by Li Linfeng? Was Li Linfeng here?
The moment Shen Qing spoke, Zhao Ba's mind raced with thoughts, and he felt a chill throughout his body.
"Li Linfeng is a martial master who has achieved Great Perfection of Qi and Blood. In front of him, I am like a brothel girl stripped of her clothes, completely at his mercy, and in no way his match. If he were to make a move, I would undoubtedly die," he thought to himself.
In his haste, Zhao Ba instinctively activated his Qi-Blood, and his Tongbei Iron Pine Technique was stimulated.
Suddenly, every muscle in his body tensed, bulging like iron nodules and making his cotton clothes puff up.
The originally agile body became even more imposing.
When the arrow came shooting at him, it hit his back with a "thud," an unusual sound.
His flesh was like wearing a layer of iron armor, far tougher than that of a normal person.
