Bang bang bang!
One move!
Ye Qiu used just one move. In the blink of an eye, the eighteen martial monks of the Pseudo Eighteen Arhats were all heavily thrown to the ground, wailing incessantly.
Zhi Cheng and Xi Bing were dumbfounded, standing there stupidly, looking at the Pseudo Eighteen Arhats who couldn't get back up, not knowing what to say.
They never expected Ye Qiu to be so powerful!
Facing the strongest Pseudo Eighteen Arhats of the Outer Courtyard, he actually won with just one move!
"Senior brother, what do we do?" Xi Bing asked nervously, looking at Monk Zhi Cheng.
Monk Zhi Cheng gritted his teeth, cursing Xi Bing countless times in his heart.
Xi Bing, oh Xi Bing!
When collecting tolls, can't you be more observant?
How did you provoke such a freak?
Even my Pseudo Eighteen Arhats lost, what should we do now?
You've really made me, Zhi Cheng, lose face!
