The man in white smiled and slapped the teacup.

"boom!"

Only one pop was heard.

The cup burst and the tea splashed everywhere.

At the moment of contact, the man in white felt as if he had been hit by a train and was ejected more than ten meters away.

Then there was a "boom" and he hit the wall hard, vomiting blood.

"ah?!"

The sudden scene shocked everyone.

No one expected that the senior brother, who was so majestic and unstoppable just now, would be knocked away by a teacup.

"How can it be?!"

Looking at the man in white vomiting blood, Fan Jian was frightened.

That was his father's most proud disciple, the senior brother of the Yin Yang Sect, a strong man on the heavenly list!

Such an existence was actually vomited blood by a blow.

Is it too exaggerated?

"You... what did you do just now?!"

The man in white was panting, his face full of shock.

He couldn't accept that the other party defeated him with just a teacup. There must be something weird in it.

"There are two more moves."

Zhao Hongying's face was expressionless, and her eyes were terrifyingly cold, as if she was looking at a dead person.

"Quick! Let's go together!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the man in white yelled.

"Catch her!"

After being stunned for a moment, the Yin Yang Sect disciples immediately swarmed forward, trying to make up for the gap with their numbers.

"Whoosh!"

Zhao Hongying's body flashed and turned into a red afterimage, quickly moving through the crowd.

Wherever it passed, people fell on their backs and screamed repeatedly.

In just two breaths, all the disciples of the Yin Yang Sect fell to the ground.

Broken arms and legs, wailing.

Fan Jian, who was hiding behind, was so frightened that he stood on the spot and completely lost his voice.

"You men are nothing more than that." JrNovels.com