C70 Flaming fox

The next day, outside the tents of the Wolf Sheep Mercenaries, Hao Chen had already woken up to practice his fist arts. Ever since he was young, he had been in the habit of practicing morning punches, so he woke up even earlier than Su Mengyue and the others.

Hao Chen waved his fist, his punches producing muffled sounds in the air, his strength reaching the seven stages of spiritual deficiency