"When we confront him, we'll just say we were trading martial arts techniques. What can he do alone?"
The effeminate disciple nodded, unwilling to pretend anymore, and directly stretched his paw towards Han Ye's storage ring.
"Come and get it!"
However.
In a blink of an eye, Han Ye took the initiative. He rushed to one of them and immediately unleashed his fist technique.
"Tiger Pounces on Prey!"
A shadow of a fist suddenly burst into the air.
In Liu Manor, everyone got along, so when practicing his punches, Han Ye dared not to hit too hard, but it was different here. This was the Sect, where only the strong were respected.
"Ah!"
The opponent's body was thrown like a sandbag, falling to the ground. Blood spurted wildly, leaving a splatter of bloody foam from his mouth.
"How dare you!"
