"So stinky, so stinky!" As soon as An Zimo's words fell, Wang Pingchuan hurriedly pinched his nose and said, "You're really rude, how can you fart anywhere!"
"Pfft!" Chi Zihuan laughed out loud upon hearing Wang Pingchuan's words.
Seeing Chi Zihuan laugh, An Zimo felt insulted and raised his hand to flick at Wang Pingchuan.
"An Zimo!"
Seeing this, Chi Zihuan hurriedly shouted.
Qin Han also frowned, however, he saw Wang Pingchuan move and seize An Zimo's finger, sneering at An Zimo, saying:
"Playing such tricks? My grandfather is your ancestor!"
"Your technique isn't even as good as a charlatan on the streets!"
Hearing Wang Pingchuan's words, An Zimo knew Wang Pingchuan was aware of his poisoning trick, so he didn't bother to hide it and coldly said:
"Then let me see if you can dodge this time!"
Then An Zimo quickly raised his left palm, but when Qin Han looked over, he saw that An Zimo's palm had already turned black.
"Wandu Hand?" Qin Han frowned.
