Show Me What You Got

"Next time, it won't be so lucky." Ye Qingyang sneered while carrying the big sword. And there was an uproar on the observation platform. I didn't expect that Rossi, who had been famous for three years, let Ye Qingyang, a new dark horse, directly dismount. Those Rossi supporters can't help but sigh, this is too bad. The support groups of the "Ye Family" were even louder.

"Huh! The kid won't let you succeed. The towering tree!" Rossi was angry, he was also a master of the second level of tire shaping, maybe a little higher than those senior students who had been practicing for two or three years. Let this brat beat it. The infuriating energy in his hands was concentrated, and he unleashed intermediate-level fighting skills.