nding cold air on its own.I saw Chen Ping's palm slowly turning white, and then his whole arm, like a thick layer of frost!Chen Ping's eyes were slightly closed, and his Inner Heart Sutra was running...would be an immense honor.Before, Lin Tianhu was just a nameless gang leader in Hong City. In front of the real big shots, he was nothing. But now, standing behind Chen Ping, many heads of martial art...