Murong Yan Ran

"Haha, you are a level 3 master class-5 person, and you can shamelessly challenge like a martial artist. I am very curious, what did you eat to grow up, and why is your face so thick?"

Ye Qianghan sneered, although if he is fully capable, let alone ten moves, one hundred moves are estimated to be possible, but this is bound to expose all his cards, he is not so stupid.

"Hum, a coward, dare not is dared not, also happened to find so many reasons"

The elder said sarcastically.

"Otherwise, you call yourself cultivation to the first-class martial arts at class-5. If I can't kill you in ten moves, I will commit suicide and apologize on the spot. How about that?"

Ye Qianghan sneered that if he could be fooled by this kind of low-level goading, he might as well buy a piece of tofu and kill it.

However, if the other party really surrenders himself, he is confident that with his Fast Swording, he can behead him with one move.

"Hum"