A-mu-shan was born with innate divine strength. When it comes to Qinggong, he may not be a match for a few people, but when it comes to arm strength, he's got something.
As expected, both Lu Yuan and the cloaked man's figures paused simultaneously, and caught off guard, they were truly pulled down by A-mu-shan.
The two of them simultaneously kicked A-mu-shan.
"Hey! You three stop fighting!"
It was Duan Wenliang's loud shout, "The embroidered ball has fallen!"
The embroidered ball unerringly struck Duan Wenliang, who was about to attack A-mu-shan.
But how could Duan Wenliang dare to catch it?
He was here to stir things up, not to compete for the bridegroom!
A-mu-shan, kicked twice in the chest, in anger and shame, once again charged towards Lu Yuan and the cloaked man.
Duan Wenliang, looking at the embroidered ball about to hit him, as if staring at a hot potato, gritted his teeth and kicked the ball away.
There was a collective gasp from the crowd.
