C1108 Fighting

"Why is this Fist Light the same as that short wintermelon's Fist Light?"

The thin cultivator's eyes were filled with bewilderment as he looked at the Fist Light. His heart was filled with confusion.

This was really too strange.

Even so, the Fist Light did not recognize people. The Fist Light was like a storm of pear blossoms, falling from the sky. If he was not on guard