C1212 Hot Blood

Although it looked like a fierce fight, Xia Luo had suffered at least a hundred punches. Not even a piece of skin was broken. There wasn't even a bruise on his body. How was that possible?

What was going on here?

The cunning Old Man Lu felt that it was better for him to wait for a while. He did not want to express his opinion so that he would not become a laughing stock