When Yang Xue's voice was heard, Yang Rufeng's mouth showed a cold arc.

The body trembled, Yang Rufeng's body sprinted forward, his long gun in his hand, raised high, whirled down, with fierce fierce flame.

If it hits, it's enough to burn the rocks to ashes.

"Be careful!" Ye Yao's heart trembled and he warned.

Ye Dun's mouth was filled with a faint smile and his palm was lifted slightly. He looked very slow, but he was really quick and frightened. He grabbed Yang Rufeng's wrist and stopped the long gun in mid-air.

"Hmm?" Yang Rufeng's eyes were solidified, and the stinky boy was so strong that he could easily...