Zhao Tianbao's heart sank. He knew that he was too far apart, but he also knew that there was no way out.

Then he roared and wanted to turn over and rush forward.

The other party raised his foot with a playful look in his eyes and kicked Zhao Tianbao out again.

Then he jumped up again and launched another ruthless kick.

With a bang, Zhao Tianbao was blown away like a sandbag, hitting a tree and completely losing his fighting ability.

He was panting, with blood splattered from his mouth and nose, and shouted with difficulty: "Mr. Jia, Mr. Sun."

"Mr. Jia?

Mr. Sun?

Are you talking about these two old men?"

The opponent smiled noncommittally, and then kicked him twice.

Two old men in gray clothes fell in front of Zhao Tianbao with a thud.

His neck was broken, his eyes widened, and he refused to rest in silence.

Zhao Tianbao was shocked: "Ye Fan?

Ye Aniu?"

Zhao Tianbao looked at Ye Fan who was walking slowly over in disbelief.

He never expected that Ye Fan was intact and still maintained such terrifying fighting power.

If Ye Fan hadn't wanted to keep him as a living slave, he would have been beaten to death by Ye Fan long ago.

"How can this be?

How can this be?"

"In the battle of Shenjiabao, you were attacked by hundreds of people including the fourth remnant of the Longevity Dragon of Dongciyangnan."

"The next day you were bombarded by hundreds of Katyusha artillery shells, and were surrounded and killed by nearly ten thousand people for five consecutive days."

"You fought with two thousand people with real swords and guns, and you still carried dozens of seriously injured people as a burden."

"How could you be intact?

How could you not be injured?"
Chapter completed!