Chu Zhaonan can no longer hold back, double palm together, to Ling Weifeng. Ling Weifeng shrugged his shoulders and gently dodged; Chu Zhaonan rushed forward and split his palms like a whirlwind, but Ling Weifeng still did not pick them up. With a sideways rush, he was like a giant eagle, drilling straight out from the bottom of Chu Zhaonan's palm. With a loud shout, Chu Zhaonan turned over and...