At this moment, he felt a strong crisis.

Death crisis!

His internal strength quickly dissipated.

It's like a layer of eggshell that will disappear at any moment.

A master of Ming Jin was forced to such an extent!

At this moment, Yun Canghai felt a little panicked.

He bent down slightly, his legs suddenly bent to the knees, and suddenly, Yun Canghai took Zhang Fan, like a sharp arrow, straight to the top of the ceiling.

At the same time, he stretched out his hand and punched Zhang Fan in the chest.

Only Zhang Fan, who was holding Yun Canghai tightly with his left hand, had his back hit the ceiling.

Suddenly, the entire ceiling shook violently as if an earthquake had occurred.

Cracks spread like spider webs.

"Click, click!"

Seeing this scene, countless people were shocked deep in their hearts.

Oh my god, is this the strength of master Ming Jin?

Can one person crack the ceiling?

What the hell, are you still not a human being?

At this moment, Zhang Fan sprayed a mouthful of blood directly into the air.

The severe pain all over his body made Zhang Fan's vision go dark.

"Old bastard, keep going!"

Zhang Fan looked crazy, raised his hand, and struck Yun Canghai on the head with another palm.

It was at this moment that Yun Canghai's body fell sharply.

His back landed squarely on the churning hot pot.

"ah!"
Chapter completed!