At that moment, Chen Yan was a bit dazed.
Because he didn't even know what had happened. He just found himself flying.
Time seemed to slow down at that moment.
Chen Yan struggled to look back to see Zhao Ying's movements.
But before he could react,
he had already solidly collided with the ground.
But the weird thing was, Chen Yan didn't feel any pain at all.
He only felt the ground was a bit cool.
And before he could continue to feel it, immediately after, he felt like a feather, floating up again.
At the same time, Zhao Ying's second loud shout rang by his ears, "Bagua Palm! Second form, Tai Chi!"
Dizzy.
Very dizzy.
Chen Yan had absolutely no strength to fight back; he was just flying around with Zhao Ying.
His back had just touched the ground when he was picked up again and spun around to a table.
Chen Yan tried to get up, but before he could make a move, he was grabbed again and spun and thrown onto the sofa.
