"Your woman?"
Ouyang Mingyue looked at Ye Qianghan's back and chuckled. Ye Qianghan's words swirled and stirred in her heart, making her feel extremely happy and happy.
"Fool"
Tang Yufeng sneered and scolded, although Ye Qianghan's secret method has achieved amazing results, according to his calculation, Ye Qianghan's strength at this time is at most the appearance of a second-class warrior, and he is not his opponent at all.
Now, seeing him dare to attack himself without knowing whether he is alive or dead, he just fell in his arms. As long as he captured Ye Qianghan, is he still afraid that he will not obediently hand over the secret method?
"You're going to get yourself killed."
Tang Yufeng's face sank and showed a ferocious smile. He also bombarded Ye Qianghan with one punch again. The boxing wind roared and reached a critical juncture. He intentionally wanted to severely injure Ye Qianghan.
"Brush"