Cen Qiaofu raised his eyebrows, his face was covered with blood, and his clothes had already been changed, so he couldn't see clearly the injuries inside.

But the blood dripping from the fingertips indicates that this blow will definitely not be comfortable.

"The next generation is to be feared, the next generation is to be feared..."

The carrying pole had been blown away. The old man pulled out the small iron ax from his waist and looked at the housewarming with eyes full of admiration.

"You are very good!"

He twisted his wrist joints, pushed back the dislocated bones, and said in a solemn voice: "It seems that I am going to use my strength!"

Qiao Qianzhi twitched the corners of his mouth twice and found that his back felt a little chilly.

He looked behind him and secretly clenched his fists.

"Old Xiao, come on, people have already helped you hold back, the rest..."

Will there be masked people on the other side?

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, I felt a pain in my throat. There were difficult people on both sides. How to fight?

But the determination in his eyes never flinched, and his fighting spirit was reignited.
Chapter completed!