C215 Ghost Dao Xiulan(1)

Zhang Heng looked like a yes-man, but he didn't seem scared at all. His zhenqi was bursting, and it was condensed smoothly. Although he didn't take out any weapons, there was a mysterious fluctuation between his bare hands. It was obvious that he had some skills with his fists and legs.

"Deal! How do you want to trade?"

Ye Fei's figure paused, and his gaze was filled with playfulness