This park was abandoned and set for renovation. There's hardly anyone here, even during the day, let alone at night.
"Brother Qin Yi, come on, leave me with a few wounds."
Qin Yi looked troubled, "Brother Xuan Ming, why don't the four of you just pretend to be unconscious? I can't bring myself to do it."
Xuan Ming said, "What's stopping you? We cultivators, a few bruises are nothing to us."
Qin Yi hesitantly said, "Then I'll really do it."
"Go ahead!" Xuan Bing said.
Qin Yi stepped forward and gently punched Xuan Ming's chest. It was a bit like a playful tap on the chest.
Xuan Ming glared, "Brother Qin Yi, are you just tickling me?"
Qin Yi scratched his head, looking rather troubled.
Xuan Ming said, "Be a man about it. If you don't leave us with some wounds, no one will believe it."
"Then I'll be serious this time."
Speaking, Qin Yi stepped forward and threw a punch at Xuan Ming's face, making him stagger a few steps, and his face quickly swelled up.
