'Shake hands?'
Qingfeng was slightly stunned, and then an old fox-like smile flashed in the depths of his eyes.
"Sure!"
As he spoke, Qingfeng deliberately blinked innocently, looking harmless. However, he was already scheming in his heart. "I didn't expect Black Earth to be such a schemer. Interesting!"
Qingfeng's lips curled into a playful smile.
'Are you the only sly one?'
Who wasn't an old fox these days?
'Comparing slyness? Hehe!'
Soon, both of them were in the center of the arena. When they were only a little more than a meter away, they stopped as if by mutual agreement, then reached out their right hands almost simultaneously for a "friendly handshake."
At that moment—
The smile on Qingfeng's face erupted without warning!
The powerful control brought about by rank 4 combat technique made him instantly turn his right hand that was about to shake into a hook, aiming for Lin Mo's chin like a venomous snake.