Gu he took the wind with his palm. If the palm was in the fan, it would surely let the young man in front of him fall several incisors. The young man looked at the straight fan and slapped him. His eyes were still defiant, and he let the fan come.

Yang Ling looks at this scene and turns her head.

but when Yang Ling was waiting for the sound of the slap, she found that there was no such sound as she imagined. Instead, Yi Feng's voice sounded in her ears.

"ha ha, why are the two city lords angry?"

Yang Ling opened her eyes in disbelief. Yi Feng...