C601 Fists Against Martial Immortals

Yang Qiu ran more than 50 kilometers away in one breath before he covered his chest in shock and cursed.

"Damn bastards! I will kill you all! How dare you. . . Steal my magical equipment and ring!"

Yang Qiu did not need to act anymore, but he knew what kind of existence he had encountered.

So he had to act.

Sure enough, just as he finished saying that sentence