"Bang, bang, Bang..."

it's also the cemetery of Xie's family in the back mountain, and it's also the familiar tree.

Xie Xuan was sweating and focused. All his attention was focused on the folded hands in front of his eyes. The distance between his hands and the tree was no more than half an inch. Every once in a while, Xie Xuan's hands were shaking. His strength urged his hair. The power of the stone palm burst out and hit the tree.

it's just that we can't succeed every time. There are more than half of the times. It's just that the strength doesn't have time to induce vomiting. Finally,...