After Su Yinhu finished speaking, he struck Xuanyuan Aotian with a palm.
Xuanyuan Aotian sat on the carpet. Facing Su Yinhu's attack, he only used his left hand to greet him, while his right hand was still caressing the smooth hair on Ah Li's back leisurely.
A dark, strong, and jade-like palm clashed in the air, and the sound of "bang bang" fists and palms clashing was endless, making people's ears hurt.
In the blink of an eye, Su Yinhu had already punched ten times, and each of these punches was slapped away by Xuanyuan Aotian.
Su Yinhu struck out with another palm, Xuanyuan Aotian cleverly turned his left hand, and actually pressed Su Yinhu's hand firmly on the table.
Su Yinhu stared at Xuanyuan Aotian with surprise and horror in his eyes.
In one breath, Su Yinhu made eleven moves, and these eleven moves were just ordinary palms at the beginning. However, as Xuanyuan Aotian slapped them away one by one, Su Yinhu's fist force also increased. At first
With one punch, Su Yinhu was dealing with the sick prince Xuanyuan Aotian, but with each subsequent punch, Su Yinhu had already injected internal force into the fist - a punch that could shatter the sternum of an ordinary person.
But even so, Su Yinhu still found that Xuanyuan Aotian was still suppressing him tightly.
Su Yinhu tugged at the hand that was pinned down by Xuanyuan Aotian on the low table - it didn't move at all.
Su Yinhu was inexplicably horrified. In front of Xuanyuan Aotian, his kung fu was like a stone thrown into the sea. When he hit it, it made no sound and was submerged in the boundless sea water.
Could it be that His Highness the Fourth Highness's skill is superior to mine? Su Yinhu's heart was filled with turmoil, and his face could not calm down.
Compared to Su Yinhu, Xuanyuan Aotian's face looked calm and clear, but his whole body exuded a chilling evil aura.
Su Yinhu faced this overbearing evil spirit, and his heart felt as if he was being crushed by Mount Tai. His breathing was completely disrupted and cold sweat fell on his forehead.
At this moment, Su Yinhu could no longer regard Xuanyuan Aotian as the sick prince who was so weak that the wind could blow him away.
Su Yinhu's eyes changed when he looked at Xuanyuan Aotian: Is he hiding it deeply, or is he just bluffing... The real skill behind his hands...
Suddenly, Su Yinhu's other hand that was not involved in the battle came out.
The fierce palm wind moved towards Xuanyuan Aotian. Xuanyuan Aotian's hair and clothes were blown up by the palm wind, and the piece of grass behind Xuanyuan Aotian was blown backwards by the palm wind.
It was obvious that Su Yinhu showed his true skill in this palm move.
Ye Xue narrowed her eyes slightly while watching the battle. She couldn't help but look at Su Yinhu with a hint of admiration in her eyes. At this age, with such skill, he is a genius that is rare to see in a thousand years.
"Zhizhi..." Ah Li ran from Xuanyuan Aotian's legs to Ye Xue's shoulders.
At the moment Ah Li jumped onto Ye Xue's shoulder, Xuanyuan Aotian's heavy and thick palm had already hit Su Yinhu's palm.
Ye Xue watched quietly, and she saw the strange, dangerous black power in the palm of Xuanyuan Aotian's palm that was as fast as lightning, and seemed to be able to swallow everything.
Ye Xueliu raised her eyebrows, and there was a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.
With a sound of "Bang...", Su Yinhu and Xuanyuan Aotian each struck with deep strength, and the boy was knocked over.
Ye Xue backed away a second before the dwarf was overturned.
Drinks and dishes were knocked over, but Xuanyuan Aotian was not hit. He was so angry that the drinks and dishes thrown at him were deflected and splashed on the ground next to him.