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Chapter 528 Pretend?(2/2)

But, he hasn’t finished speaking yet!

Snap!!!

A slap in the face, hard on his face!

It suddenly hit him all over, causing him to stagger and almost fall to the ground!

Confused!

At this moment, everyone feels their head is buzzing and going blank!

They simply could not imagine that the majestic ghost saint Jung Rong would be slapped by a half-step divine sect!

This is simply incredible!

Even Tu Mi Sheng and others couldn't help but swallow hard!

Cruel person!

Only then did they realize that their master was such a violent and ruthless person!

"You...how dare you hit me!"

Scarlet blood dripped from the corners of the ghost saint's majestic mouth, and his eyes were about to burst!

At that moment, I thought that I had just been distracted and was attacked by Ye Feng!

But, his voice just came out!

Snap!

Another big slap on his face!

Make his whole face bulge, red and swollen!

"Hit you?"

There was a hint of teasing in the corner of Ye Feng's mouth:

"Hit the sky above, hit the ground below, and hit the air in the middle! Hitting you? It's nothing!"

Nest grass!

Ye Feng's words made Ghost Saint Zhengrong confused!

But at this moment, he saw Ye Feng's third palm falling hard!

"Damn it!"

The ghost saint is so majestic that he wants to fight back right away!

But at this moment, he was horrified to find that both his counterattack and dodge routes were blocked by Night Breeze's palm!

In his unwilling gaze, he slapped him hard on the face for the third time!

Snap!

Gurgling blood splattered!

Several of the teeth in Gui Sheng Zhengrong's mouth were knocked out!

But the fear has just begun!

"A hundred slaps in the face? Then I'll give it to you!"

Under everyone's horrified gazes, Ye Feng's big hands waved down crazily one after another!

Bang bang bang!

One slap after another with extremely resounding sound, fell on the face of the ghost saint one after another!

Ten ways!

twenty!

Fifty!

one hundred!

As the hundredth slap in the face, the ghost saint will be slapped away!

His face was completely bloody, and scarlet blood was constantly flowing down from his cheeks!

How miserable!

The way he looked at Ye Feng was as if he had seen a ghost, full of disbelief!

But at this moment, Ye Feng's words made him want to vomit blood even more!

"Pretending?"
Chapter completed!
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