C1379 Qi Confluence like a Whirlwind Gathering Wind to Form a Shield

When Chen Feng raised his hand, he suddenly stretched out his index and middle finger and made a "Y" gesture. Then, he went up to greet them.

"Bam!"

In a split-second, Chen Feng's two fingers clamped onto Wang Xingming's palm blade, as steady as a rock, not moving at all.

Boom!

Although Chen Feng's body did not move, because the power of the palm strike was too terrifying