Wang Yu was also almost terrified, his soul flew out of his wits!

But Ye Fan was still smiling, his brows and eyes were calm, and he stood peacefully.

The night wind blew gently, but it blew Ye Fan's hair on his forehead.

At this time, Ye Fan was as if the lake was still water, and Wu Herong, who made the whole Jiangdong fearful, didn't seem to cause any waves in his heart at all.

"Really?" Ye Fan laughed back.

"Actually, I've been looking for you for a long time, too."

"Now, since I found it, there is no need to leave."

"Tonight, let's sleep forever at the foot of Mount Tai~"

Ye Fan's words made Wu Herong's brows turn cold, his pupils shrank, and he suddenly shouted angrily: "Junior, are you arrogant and looking for death?!"

Boom~

After the words fell, Wu Herong immediately jumped up, punched fiercely, and smashed out in an instant.

The speed of the punch was so fast that it brought out bursts of sonic booms, exploding the world.

In just an instant, the battle between Ye Fan and Wu Herong was on the verge of breaking out!

Accept, all eyes on! !

Boom~

Wu Herong punched out with almost a thousand catties of strength.

The terrifying aura immediately swept across the four directions, and the blowing wind made Ye Fan's sleeves rattle violently, and the hair on his forehead was messy like snow.

"Mr. Chu, be careful~"

The battle was on the verge of breaking out, how sudden was Wu Herong's punch?

The Iron Fist brings up wind and waves but sweeps the world, and its awe-inspiring momentum makes people feel like they are facing mountains.

Even Chen Ao and others, who were more than ten meters away, felt the pressure, and their expressions changed drastically.

Just now, Wu Herong used this punch to defeat Meng Baichuan, the chief instructor of the Jiangdong Military Region, and then killed Meng Baichuan with several moves.

Now that Wu Herong's old trick is repeated, Chen Ao, Li Laoer and the others' hearts tightened immediately.

I was afraid that Ye Fan would repeat the mistakes of Meng Baichuan.

Just when Chen Ao and the others were worried, Wu Herong's fist had already landed, and the iron fist hit Ye Fan's chest.

Facing Wu Herong's fierce attack, Ye Fan remained calm as usual.

There was still a faint smile on his delicate face, and everyone could not see any panic or panic in his eyes, only the calmness like the still water in a flat lake.

"Pretending to be calm!"

"Wait until my punch hits, let me see if you can still pretend?"

Wu Herong yelled angrily, Ye Fan's expression gave him the anger of being underestimated. JrNovels.com