The words of the masked clown made Murong Hao stunned for a moment, and then a contemptuous look appeared on his handsome face: "Grasshopper shaking the tree, what can you understand?"

Joke, it took Murong Hao four years to comprehend this mastery, how could it be that this guy could see it with three punches?

"Through the superposition of force and force, you continue to burst out with higher damage, this is the mystery of Murong Thirty-Eight Fists, right?"

The mask clown said it lightly, but he found the answer from Murong Hao's gradually solidified facial expression, what he said was right.

"Even if you do, what about you?"

Murong Hao clasped his hands around his chest, and said condescendingly with a victorious attitude: "Eat my three fists, your right hand meridian bones."

Chapter 55 of "The Qilin Son-in-law of the City" The mystery of the thirty-eight fists! I am hitting the hand, please wait a moment,

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