C890 Exorcism

Eight, six, three.

"Stupid bald donkey, let's see what else you have!" Duan Tianlang roared furiously, then he threw out a punch. Just as he was about to hit the bald monk's head, at this moment... * Hong Long...... *

With a bang, Duan Tianlang felt as if his fist had hit a steel plate, causing him to grimace in pain