He looked at Yang Haoran in disbelief and then at Ling Tianmiao.

Where did these two guys come from?

This strength shouldn't come from the hidden world, right?

Thinking of this, Xuan Xingchen felt scared for a while.

Fortunately, there was no time to target Yang Haoran before, otherwise wouldn't it have caused a catastrophe?

Gu Beiye, who was on the court, was almost confused by Yang Haoran.

A dignified fourth-level practitioner in the Qi refining stage was throwing punches randomly like a street gangster.

Yang Haoran sighed, his eyes suddenly sharp.

Then he put his right hand on Gu Beiye's wrist and pulled hard.

With a click, Gu Beiye's wrist was immediately dislocated.

The severe pain made Gu Beiye sweat profusely, but he gritted his teeth and endured it for the sake of face.

But when he saw Yang Haoran opposite, he smiled slightly.

With a gentle push, Gu Beiye's wrist was pushed back.

Gu Beiye was stunned immediately, but felt a tearing pain in his other hand.
Chapter completed!