"Xiao Bei, why are you here?"

Han Yuntian accidentally glanced at Xiao Bei.

This Xiao Bei is one of the forces protected by Han Yuntian.

Every year, Xiao Bei would pay Han Yuntian tens of millions of offerings.

"I heard that Master Han came to Haicheng and had a discussion with a young boy. I happened to deal with some things in Haicheng, so I came to watch the show." Xiao Bei smiled slightly, pulled up a chair and sat down, interested:

"You guys keep going, I'll just watch."

"Senior brother, I think Ye Mo is a kid who is hard or soft, just do it!" Zhou Chuan was impatient:

"If he is useless and tortured and asked, he will naturally get the martial arts!"

"I'm just thinking!"

Han Yuntian no longer cared about Xiao Bei, his eyes were fixed on Ye Mo, and he stepped on his right foot.

Bang!

Large splashes of water rolled, and Han Yuntian rushed over like a cannonball.

He raised his right palm and slapped Ye Mo hard.

Around the palm, the energy flowed, and the entire restaurant swayed slightly, making its power terrifying.

"Is this the power of the half-step five qi toward the Yuan?"

Zhao Mingli retreated in shock.

As my palms were about to fall on Ye Mo.

But Ye Mo disappeared like a ghost.

"Hmm? The speed is pretty good?"

Han Yuntian pounced on the air with a palm, and was a little surprised. He immediately turned around and his fist hit Ye Mo behind him.

Whoosh!

This punch was empty again.

Ye Mo appeared to the left of Han Yuntian.

"Run!"

Han Yuntian came to fire, and the speed was faster and he punched Ye Mo with one punch.

As time went by, Han Yuntian saw sweat on his forehead and his eyes were full of anger.

Ye Mo was as cunning as a loach. After ten minutes, from beginning to end, Han Yuntian didn't even touch the corner of his clothes!

The speed is too fast!

"Ye Mo, if you are a man, don't run around and fight me upright!"

Han Yuntian spoke in anger, and Xiao Bei, who was present, offered sacrifices to him every year.

If a young boy can't beat him today, how can he have Han Yuntian's face?

"A fight? You're not my opponent."

A plain voice came, and Ye Mo stood in front of Han Yuntian.

Just a few strokes, Ye Mo had roughly tested Han Yuntian's strength.

Simply put, his strength is not worth mentioning in front of Ye Mo.

"As long as you don't run, what's your opponent?"

Han Yuntian snorted coldly.

"Okay, I won't run away, come on."

Ye Mo smiled slightly.

"Master Ye, no!"

Zhao Mingli quickly exclaimed, if it was a head-on battle, how could Ye Mo be Han Yuntian's opponent?

But before he could speak, Han Yuntian moved.

Five true energy surged into the right fist, and with a tremendous momentum, it rushed towards Ye Mo.

The fists are fast and slow, and they actually feel like they are lifting weights lightly.

This is Han Yuntian’s strongest punch.

It condensed all the strength of his half-step five energy towards the Yuan Dynasty.

The next moment, his fist was about to fall on Ye Mo's chest.

Everyone present had different expressions, sneering, worried, and fear...

Ye Mo moved, raised his right palm, and flickered, blocking his chest.

Bang!

Han Yuntian's fist fell on his palm.

"Um?"

Han Yuntian was in an accident. The next moment, his face suddenly changed and he screamed in horror:
Chapter completed!