C417 The seven elders of the merchant union

Qin Yi took a step forward. His figure flickered like a ghost, but it was also as if he had teleported on a small scale. With a single step, he moved nearly thirty meters, and directly arrived beside Yi Hanyan.

"Pa!"

"Pa!"

"Pa!"

As fast as lightning, three clear slaps were thrown over, causing Yi Hanyan's figure to continuously retreat. The snow-white veil had traces of dark red blood on it