With a "click", the fat man only felt a light in his hand, and the single whip was broken into two. His single whip weighed more than 20 catties, infiltrated with cold iron, practiced for hundreds of years, and was extremely hard, but under the opponent's short sword, it was as brittle as a bamboo chopstick.

The fat man didn't have a heartache, and a hot breath came to his face...

The one hundred and fourth chapter of "The Picturesque Long Song of the Rivers and Mountains" The homeland is looking forward to returning, Hongchen is quietly watching the coming and going is in the hand, please wait for a while,

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