Ye Ning didn't have so many fancy bells and whistles. His movements were very simple, and he was just a simple and rough iron fist in the middle of his steps.

Boom!

The two fists collided with each other, accompanied by the cracking sound of bone cracking, the middle-aged master's finger bones brought by Ye Ming were broken inch by inch, with blood and blood flowing, revealing the thick white bones.

hiss!

How is that possible?

The middle-aged man was extremely surprised and endured the stinging sensation on his bloody finger bones. He stared at Ye Ning with sharp eyes and said in surprise, "You... are not a master... but are better than a master?!"

Long-lasting!

Ye Ning did not answer his question, like a barbarian dragon rushing into the sky and instantly rushed forward.

Boom!

A fist pushed it over.

Damn it!

The middle-aged master changed his color and hurriedly crossed his arms to block his head.

Click!!!
Chapter completed!