"Your gun is a good thing, but you are too weak, so it's mine!" With a sneer, Qi Lang clenched his fist. Even his arm was pale.

the soles of the feet are stepping on the ground again. Qi Lang's increase is obviously faster and fiercer than before. The wind pressure brought by Qi Lang makes the tent bulge.

his face was calm and he felt the fierce wind pressure. Yuan Ye's body was slightly on one side, his huge fist with ferocious energy, flew out obliquely against his ear.

with a slight flick of the tiptoe on the ground, Yuan Ye circled Qi Lang's back like a ghost, stabbing...