Lan Fan delivered a palm strike.
Although he had expended considerable energy before to form the Life and Death Alliance with Chu Qianli.
After resting for more than an hour, at this moment, his strength had recovered to at least half.
But unexpectedly, his palm strike was utterly meaningless in front of the opponent.
With a loud bang, Lan Fan was sent flying, crashing into the stone wall, and then falling heavily to the ground.
He was shaken to the point of dizziness, and as soon as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of fresh blood spewed out.
A tall figure landed steadily in their sight, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, incomparably handsome. Who else could it be but Feng Yexuan?
Feng Yexuan wanted to deliver another palm strike to Lan Fan, but in his line of sight, the woman sitting on the ground also opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He couldn't care less about Lan Fan, striding over with long legs, lifting Chu Qianli up: "How are you?"
