C250 Sanhai's Finger

Ye Qian waved his hand and a gust of wind blew towards Zhang Haorann.

Zhang Haorann raised his hand and slapped the wind away.

"Ye Qian, it seems like your body has reached the peak of the Martial Arts Faction. Not bad, you created strong winds with a wave of your hand." Zhang Haorann rarely admired Ye Qian.

For almost a hundred years, the Martial Arts Faction had been in a state of depression