C793 The Fame of Immortal Academy

"Shoot, looks like my hammer still needs some work; can't even land a hit on anyone."

Ye Feng swung his hefty hammer with a hint of 'frustration', casting a sidelong glance at Xiang Aotian that would make anyone cower.

He pressed on, the hammer in his right hand buzzing through the air. Just two steps in, Xiang Aotian raised his hand:

"Hold up!"

Ye Feng didn't break stride. "Not waiting