Yuan Ye frowned and looked at the big man. "Are you fighting against the emperor, junior?"

"good!" The middle-aged man raised his head. He seemed very proud, but he just raised his head. Yuan Ye stepped forward two steps, one hand extended to the middle-aged, the purple and gold fighting spirit on the palm, like a light curtain, covering the palms.

"Peng!"

before the middle-aged man was proud, he was beaten by Yuan Ye The middle-aged flying back directly smashed a trunk with two thick arms, but the middle-aged was not hurt at all, and there was no itch. It seemed that he stood at the edge of the tree...