"Fuck you, go to hell!" Yuan Ye threw the bottle and jumped up. Seven feet of death!

the body rotates and the feet are shining with golden fighting spirit, so Yuan Ye's legs rotate and kick at the second mysterious man.

"hum!" The eyes of the mysterious man were full of contempt, and his body suddenly turned into a shadow.

"pengpeng......" Yuan Ye's first six feet were easily blocked by six successive fists. Yuan Ye's body rotated and the seventh foot kicked out almost at the same time as the sixth.

"only seven feet?" The mysterious man sneered, opened his fist and grabbed Yuan Ye's ankle. Yuan Ye's rapidly rotating...