Chapter 145: The Fake Table

he ground, sending sand and stones flying.At this moment, Qin Xiaolin's body had retreated to the edge of the stage, barely dodging Chen Ping's blade.Looking at Qin Xiaolin's embarrassed appearance, C..."Damn, what are they bullsh*tting about I haven't heard of anyone coughing after drinking..."ts and Eight Trigrams, closing his eyes. After Chen Ping passed, a series of deep marks were left on the ground. Soon these marks formed the pattern of the Eight Trigrams.Chen Ping stood in the center...