Just at this time, Jing Huan and his strength are ready to be released. The internal force on his fist has gathered together. Suddenly, Jing Huan moves.

in such a second, Jinghuan's figure appeared two meters in front of Ye Tian. His right fist had been hit with a strong fist wind.

"boy, look Although Jing Huan said this on the surface, he cried in his heart, "Ye Tian, you go to die."

looking at Jinghuan's complacent appearance, how could ye Tian not see that he was in the necessary state of mind? Only when ye Tian flicked his left hand lightly, three shiny silver needles hit Jinghuan's hands in...