"Old man, are you sick?" Zhou Tong said after laughing.

Before the words fell, the old man had already arrived in front of him, and his right palm slapped lightly towards Zhou Tong's heart. Zhou Tong snorted coldly, and used hard qigong, wanting to block the old man's palm!

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