The world is indeed not just fighting and killing, but this kind of close combat is still up to the fist.

Duanmuchang has already experienced Yuan Qingyi's greatness and knows that he can't challenge Ye Fan.

He took a deep breath and looked at Ye Fan with difficulty and said, "I'm sorry."

"Although this apology is worthless, I still accept it for the sake of the nine thousand years."

Ye Fan rubbed the blood from his hand on Duanmuchang's clothes: "But when I see me in the future, I will still be as far as I can."

Duanmuchang was extremely angry, but he didn't dare to do it, just bit his lip hard.

Miao Taidou completely recovered, touching the bloody mouth on his head, full of hatred and resentment, but he did not get entangled with Ye Fan anymore.

"Walk!"

He decisively took Duanmuchang and the others to evacuate the hall.

"Five tables and chairs, 500 million."
Chapter completed!