"Brat, you only know how to talk fast. You'll regret it sooner or later!"
The middle-aged man smiled coldly and charged towards Lin Yi like a cannonball.
At the same time, he threw out a punch, the violent pure Qi forming a spinning Nebula that smashed towards Lin Yi's face.
The attack went straight through Lin Yi's body without any resistance, as if it had hit air.
In fact, the middle-aged man really did hit thin air. Lin Yi only left an afterimage behind.
Three appearances of the cloud Dragon!
"It's my turn!"
Lin Yi's calm voice sounded in the middle-aged man's ear, and a slap appeared on his face without any warning, causing his head to turn 90 degrees and his body to fly to the side.
Lin Yi's slap was nothing special-it was nothing compared to the middle-aged man's punch. It was like a normal wave of a hand.
