Ye Fan maintained a punching posture.

His fist hit the old man in green on the stacked palm.

Time seems to be frozen.

Then the hair on the back of the old man in green suddenly exploded.

Immediately afterwards, his clothes cracked.

The hands were also cracked and shattered.

"puff!"

The next second, the old man in green blew and flew out, and crashed into the wine cabinet like a cannonball.

With a thud, countless good wines fell and buried him hard inside.

It took him a long time to sit up from the bottle. He felt a pain in his chest and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

The ground is mottled and shocking.

"You lost!"

When Yuan Qingyi and the others flocked in to take Jiufeng and others, Ye Fan also came to the wine cabinet.

He looked at the old man in green and smiled faintly: "You lost!"

You lost...the three simple words indicate that all persistence and all efforts are wasted, and that also indicates a tragic ending.

"Zhao Mingyue has a good son [Bayi Chinese website      ]."
Chapter completed!