Kangxi threw the book away, sank his waist and hips, and slowly approached Chen Chong.

Chen Chong was stunned - it turned out to be a Mongolian wrestling starter, and this guy had something else.

Then I felt relieved again. Miqing had Bukufang. Isn’t “Buku” the meaning of falling?

While thinking, Kangxi rushed up, grabbed Chen Chong's clothes between his ribs, and his arms were about to bring him down in a flash.

Although Chen Chong practices Baguazhang, he has also seen many wrestler competitions.

The little emperor's move is really not enough compared to those fierce men in later generations.

He put his feet into Kangxi's hips, pressed his shoulders against the other party's chest and sent them, and he pushed Kangxi away.

"Wow, brother, you're so arrogant. Why can't you do it all at once?"

Jianning sat on the other side of the river watching the fire, looking like he was not afraid of the funeral.

Kangxi stood up and said angrily, "Why don't you follow the routine? Wrestling is not like wrestling, and martial arts is not like martial arts."
Chapter completed!