"Boom..." Once, ye Jingyu's fist hit chiyichen's head as he wanted, but there was no fracture sound in his imagination. He even felt that he had hit a group of steel, and his phalanges were in pain. The figure still falling was grabbed by chiyichen, as if he were twisting a chicken, he threw it to one side

"whoop..." The wind blows in his ear. Ye Jingyu knows that his body has already flown, but the color of horror in his heart is more intense

"boom..." It was another loud noise. Ye Jingyu's back was smashed on a trunk with thick waist and thin limbs. It was also a sharp...