"Oh, what a master of Wuzong's early days!"

Xiao Yang sneered and quickly moved away from the past.

"Hum, kid, you can get away with my punch, a little skill!" The third man, with a cold hum, turned his fist into his palm and attacked Xiaoyang with a fierce hand.

Xiao Yang's body flashed again, but he still did not fight. Today he just wants to see how good this bully can be.

The second attack was unsuccessful, and suddenly an old face became a little hung up.

Lao San, one of the elders who followed Shi Ye into the world in the early years, ranked third in the gang,...