C722 Bastard Brawler Fist

Lee Zhuohua thought to himself that if he were to display the combat strength of a cultivator here, it would easily arouse the suspicion of others, especially the young leader who would definitely notice his abnormality.

Therefore, Lee Zhuohua suppressed the blood in his body that had just surged up. At the same time, the corner of his mouth raised into a wicked smile