Huo Jinge was shocked and said: "How is this possible?"

"Takeshi Fujiwara, who is known as the Golden Iron Fist, actually had his fist broken by him?" Tie Yinyi was stunned, his face full of disbelief.

Chen Xuan said angrily: "What can he do no matter how hard he fights? The five monsters in the Imperial Martial Arts Center are each more powerful than the last! He will inevitably die after all!"

Since arriving in Haicheng.

Fujiwara Takeshi has never been so embarrassed.

But Fujiwara Takeshi also realized how powerful Ye Tian was.

Fujiwara Takeshi said with red eyes angrily: "Do you dare to let me call someone?"

"Fight as you like! It's best if you call Miyamoto Zangken, and I'll deal with him as well!" Ye Tian casually pulled out a few tissues and wiped the blood on his hands.

"Isn't this too crazy?"

"who do you think You Are?"

"The King of Dark Night!"

Huo Jinge, Tie Yinyi and others looked at Ye Tian as if they were idiots.

Bang.

Ye Tian kicked Huo Jinge in the face and said angrily: "You weakling, do you deserve to scold me?"

Huo Jinge, who had been kicked by Ye Tian, ​​was completely honest and did not dare to say another word.

When Takeshi Fujiwara finished the call, Ye Tian said calmly: "No matter who you call, they can't change the fate of the broken leg!"

"I really hope you can still be so arrogant later." Takeshi Fujiwara laughed ferociously, tore off a piece of tablecloth and wrapped it around his fist.

About five minutes passed.

A dense crowd of figures, carrying bamboo swords, rushed into the box.
Chapter completed!