C1108 The Duel

"Why is this Fist Light the same as that short wintermelon's Fist Light?"

The thin cultivator's eyes were filled with confusion as he looked at the Fist Light, his heart filled with confusion.

This was really too strange.

Even so, the Fist Light did not recognize people. That piece of Fist Light was like a rainstorm of pear blossoms. Meteors fell everywhere. If he did not guard against it