C1309 This Is Not a Martial Skill This Is a Daoist Magic!

At this moment, Hsing Zhifei was in an extremely sorry state. There were already a few broken ribs and chest bones.

His face was pale and there was a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.

He clutched his chest, where he could barely breath.

"He won?" Su Sheng, Fann Zhihong, Gao Zhaojie, and Mr Le were all delighted.

On the tall building, when Yan Xiaoxiao saw this scene