"By relying on luck, you escaped by chance."

"But what about the second punch, the third punch?"

"Do you really think that you can have such good luck every time?"

Facing Ye Fan's words, Mo Wuya was not angry at all.

Picking up his fist, he threw it at Ye Fan again.

bang bang bang~

After several punches in a row, they almost all exploded.

The ferocious strength of the fist shook the birds in the forest far away.

However, facing Mo Wuya's storm-like offensive, Ye Fan still smiled calmly.

In the storm, he stood with his hands behind his back, and he walked proudly.

The delicate face was full of contempt and teasing.

"Too slow."

"Did you not eat?"

"The strength is too bad~"

"That's it, return the son of the King of Fighters?"

"With this level of strength, you dare to claim that you are the only one under the Zhu Kingdom?"

"It's just a joke after all~"

Mo Wuya's attack was still raging crazily, but Ye Fan was criss-crossing it like a stroll in the courtyard.

Gone among thousands of flowers, not a single leaf sticks to your body!

Moreover, while avoiding Mo Wuya's fist strength, Ye Fan smiled lightly and kept making comments.

"Son of a bitch!"

"Shut up for me!"

"If you talk nonsense again, I'll tear your mouth apart~"

At this moment, Mo Wuya was no longer as calm and calm as before.

His brows were red and his face was majestic, like a mad dog, cursing and beating wildly in Ye Fan's direction.

Now Wuya, his heart is obviously in a mess, panicked.

Obviously every punch was aimed at Ye Fan's chest, but every time it missed by a tiny bit, it wiped Ye Fan's clothes and hit the empty space.

Obviously he had used hundreds of punches, but none of them hit Ye Fan.

"Why?"

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