C100 Respect

Luo Tianpeng fearfully looked at him and felt a sense of pressure for the first time.

"Hah!" Wu Neichongji swung his sword over, the cold Qi pressing down, Luo Tianpeng leaped, and before the sword blade had retreated, he had already kicked the palm of his hand.

Hiss. Wu Neichongji exhaled a breath of cold air, and staggered a few times before finally managing to stabilize himself