At the moment when the tiger palm was about to grab Fang Ling's shoulder, Fang Ling turned around sharply and smashed it with a light punch.

Erdonghuan laughed, not caring at all, but straightened his chest, not paying attention to the young man's immature fist at all.

However, when the fist touched his chest, a huge and incomparable true energy suddenly surged in, and Er Donghuan's face changed sharply, and after making a muffled sound, he held his chest and took six steps back in a row before he stabilized his body.

Duan Rui's face turned black again, and he scolded angrily: "Erdonghuan, what the hell are you doing, a young man can beat you back?"