I will teach Fang Xiafei a profound lesson in insulting my friend and my woman. I'm fighting for my friend, my woman! Not for you!

Ye Kong lowers his flying sword and walks into the field. Without a trace of smoke and fire, he stands with his hands down. He didn't take defensive positions or open the shield, as if he wasn't fighting or taking a vacation.

"my friend, you are here at last." Fang Xiafei smiled ferociously, and his two fists collided with each other, making a loud bang. The strong sense of war rose abruptly. "You don't deserve to be my friend!" The leaves are still warm.

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