C1995 Ye Feng's Bottleneck.

"What is going on?"

Seeing that his sword had failed, a layer of cold sweat could not help but appear on Huang Yuan's forehead.

The surrounding people suddenly became spirited.

They did not know why, but they actually looked at the bulge in the space with some joy.

"Could it be that it was that dog Ye Qintian?"

"He didn't die? He's still alive?"

"Yes, this must be his method