445 Demonic Icy Old Man

"My name is Fa Ming, let's do this!"

Spreading his hands, the old monk assumed a challenging pose. "Come!"

Chen Xiaobei nodded and charged at the old monk with his fist. That move was simple, but it carried four thousand pounds of brute force!

*Pow!*

Chen Xiaobei's fist landed on the old monk's chest, fluttering the elderly man's mustache and his robes. However, the aged man stood unscathed, even though anyone could tell that Chen Xiaobei's punch was extremely powerful!

Lowering his hand Chen Xiaobei took three steps back and said humbly: "Elder Fa Ming, your cultivation is simply too great. I hope that you aren't offended by my weak effort."

"Amitabha! Mr. Chen, you're being too modest – I was so much weaker when I was at your age. What you did has exceeded my expectations, and I also believe you have what it takes to move the world!"