After being beaten continuously for a day, Ye Fan relied on Yunyang’s nine-step movement technique and was finally able to remain undefeated for a long time under the black stone man.
However, it didn’t take long for Ye Fan to be happy.
In the direction behind him, there was another figure with white marks, rushing out from the horizon.
A direct kick hit Mark’s back hard.
There was only a bang.
Ye Fan was kicked out like a kite with its string broken.
“Ci’ao!”
“Don’t talk about Wude.”
Ye Fan was stunned.
What the hell, I just dealt with one here, and then another one came.
Who can bear this!
“Brother Xiaofan, are you okay?”
Duanmu Wan’er hurried over and asked with concern.
Ye Fan looked at him angrily: “Huh, do you think I’m fine?”
Ye Fan said angrily.
At this time, Ye Fan had been beaten up by the black stone man, with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
There is hardly a good piece of meat on the body or face.
Half of the face is swollen.
The voice of speaking has a strong nasal sound.
Duanmu Wan’er couldn’t help laughing when she saw the scene in front of her.
“dare you laugh?”
“Laugh again, and I’ll beat you!”