Although Ye Fan was not hurt, he also tried his best to deal with it so as not to accidentally capsize in the gutter.

Ye Fan avoided the eighteenth discus and a joke appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Tang Sanguo, it seems that you are seriously injured, otherwise why would you keep playing these tricks of witchcraft?"

"Not to mention a dozen discus, even a hundred discus can still not hurt me."

Before he could finish his words, there was another bang above his head, and a discus of about ten square meters was smashed down.

This time, not only was it very heavy, but it was also extremely fast, and it hit Ye Fan's head in an instant.

Ye Fan was about to slid out without commenting on whether he could slid out, but suddenly his nerves tensed up.

He found that this discus contained an indescribable danger.

"Shameless!"

Ye Fan roared angrily and rolled out from the side.

At almost the same time, the discus shattered with a snap, and countless pieces flew around.

When Ye Fan was dodging the fragments, a person rushed out of the broken discus and flashed to Ye Fan like a phantom.

Tang Sanguo, who was lying on the discus, punched Ye Fan in the back.
Chapter completed!