Shoot!
Shameless, can you make it any more fake?
At the scene, thousands of onlookers followed the arc of Ye Fan as he "flew" away, their facial muscles twitching violently, and they despised him eight hundred times over in their hearts!
Such a coquettishly weak punch that didn't even fluctuate the Martial Breath.
And it sent you, a Martial Saint Realm expert, flying that far?
Truly shameless!
Damn!
Just a short while ago, Ye Fan had single-handedly fought against a hundred Martial Arts Experts, and when dealing with Jiang Zhiwei, he suppressed his power up to the Second Rank Martial Emperor, easily thrashing the Third Grade Jiang Zhiwei. Then, faced with Yu Linglong, who was even weaker than Jiang Zhiwei, he faltered?
That's not how you throw a match!
"Ye Fan, you're insulting our intelligence!"
"You're cheating!"
The military martial drill members watching the scene below had all started to stir up.
