Chapter 1818 A big handwriting

Black Yandong's fighters appear calm, murderous and endless.

Ye Qingyun swept his eyes, raised his mouth and smiled indifferently: "Is it black? Thousands of Yang Shi Jing's four warriors, a hundred Yang Shi Jing's five warriors, more than fifty Yang Shi Jing's six masters, more than twenty Yang Shi Jing's seven masters, and ten Yang Shi Jing's nine masters, plus you, the star world's one master!

Scanning around, he knows the number and purpose of these warriors.

"What a big pen, you really look up to me!"

The faint voice had no fear at all. Below

, the scalp of Yanshao is numb.

He knows...