C724 Hanging

Yuwen Zhengyi's body was like a dead shrimp as he screamed and flew backwards. The three old men hurriedly helped him to stand up, but he still spat out a mouthful of blood when he stood up.

"It can't be?"

"Oh my god, the Eighteen Young Masters were beaten up …"

"It's unbelievable that that guy actually dared to hit the Young Master