"Haha, according to the intelligence, you fought outside the tower two years ago, but the strength of Dazhou jiuzhuan was only two years ago. Unexpectedly, you have reached the height of renzun. You are really an expected opponent." Look at Yuan Ye, whose face is already very solemn. Zhang Xianghui, a purple robed man, smiles, and the void under his feet ripples. The whole person appears in front of Yuan Ye in a flash. At the same time, his left fist swings violently. The terrorist power contained in it makes the space feel a little twisted.

aware of the terror of the fist power, Yuan Ye's face slightly changed, and...