During the night of carnival, Tang Qixing, who drank a little wine, woke up earlier. When he woke up, Lin Xie had practiced boxing in the yard. Between the figures, there was a touch of bright figures. The vocal cords of the boxing were blowing in the wind. Sometimes it was very fast and could not be seen. Sometimes it was slowly handed out, as if he touched the stone in front of him, but it was the fist that broke the stone.

Tang Qi is stunned. Isn't this the legendary boxing power? Boss, boss he? Tang Qi quickly rubbed his eyes again. The stone was indeed broken. His mouth...