Ye Dust wobbled up and covered his chest with one hand, his face twisted because of the severe pain.

Just now, at the moment when the three fists were oppressed, Ye Dun immediately fled backwards, but was still bombarded by a fist, like a tidal force of terror pouring into his body, Rao is his physical strength, some can not bear, to spit blood.

"Brother Ye Dun, are you okay?" Lin Ao-xue hurried over, his face full of worry.

Ye Dun shook his head and reluctantly pulled out a smile. His eyes once again fell on the three puppets, and his face was dirty.

This time, the power of the...