Song Yehan had seen Zhang Yang's skills a long time ago, so he invited all good players.

The leader is undoubtedly the strongest among the group.

As soon as he appeared, Zhang Yang locked him firmly.

He even guessed that this guy was the culprit who severely damaged Yang Jun.

This person was strong and strong, but his steps were agile. When he rushed over, he breathed calmly, as if he had practiced internal martial arts.

However, Zhang Yang knows that this is a state that can only be achieved by practicing external skills and secret strength.

A fist the size of a bowl roared towards Zhang Yang, drawing a fierce arc and striking down on Zhang Yang's head.

There was also a faint, harsh sound of breaking through the air.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhang Yang's mouth, his pupils shrank, and even swayed without warning, flying three meters away like lightning.

The ferocious iron fist could only focus on the afterimage left by Zhang Yang's rapid movement.

The target disappeared out of thin air, and the scarred man was shocked for a while.
Chapter completed!