Little Fatty was no longer leisurely as before; his hands clenched tightly into fists as he paced back and forth in place.
Xie Yun's expression also became very solemn, so grave that only the dark lines on his face could be seen.
Zi Xuan, having received the instructions, was now moving at a speed twice as fast as before.
Because of the attack from both sides, Yang Bin's movements were obviously much slower.
Several times, everyone heard the sound of "smack smack". In the brief flash of lightning, though the view was not clear, everyone could still feel that Yang Bin must have been hit by Zi Xuan.
Hearing the noise, Little Fatty finally began to show a look of excitement.
"Hahaha, this guy, serves him right."
"Damn, what is this?"
While Little Fatty was cheerfully dancing with joy, suddenly a white object bounced onto his forehead and then fell into the palm of his hand.
Opening his hand to look, my god, it turned out to be a front tooth.
