She can save 10 billion.

But He Jinxuan and others overestimated the strength of Miyamoto Zangjian.

Bang.

Ye Tian waved his palm to block it, sending Miyamoto's sword flying three meters away.

Who would have thought.

Miyamoto Zangken, known as the Martial Saint, was actually knocked back by the King of Dark Night's palm.

When Ye Tian withdrew his palm power, Miyamoto Zangjian suddenly felt a tearing pain in his palm. The skin on his palm showed signs of cracks, spreading around like a spider web.

Ye Tian said calmly: "Miyamoto Zangjian, your Imperial Martial Arts Dojo is causing mischief in Haicheng, I will give you three days to close it! If you dare to disobey, I will visit you and destroy your Imperial Martial Arts Dojo!"

"

After all, he is also a martial saint.

Can you please speak politely?

Since the establishment of Dahuangwu Dojo.

There are many martial arts masters who come to compete in the gym.

But the result was either a broken leg or hand, or death on the spot.

"If the tiger doesn't show its power, do you really think that I am a sick cat? Boy, I think you have good qualifications, so I will give you a chance to survive. Become a disciple of my Imperial Martial Arts Center and become a watchdog! If you don't obey, I will let you go.
Chapter completed!