"Bang!" Under the bombardment of the three-headed and six-armed spirit, the last figure of Yan Buqi was also shattered in an instant. The whole audience was in uproar, especially the women who supported Yan Buqi, who screamed continuously and were extremely sad. Some of them fainted on the spot. What a good handsome man, he was beaten into pieces like this, it was really a waste of talent! Compared with the restlessness in the audience, Han Feiyang on the stage was not happy at all. Because when the spirit shadow hit Yan Buqi, the other party did not explode as a corpse, but a group of air. In other words, the last Yan Buqi left just now was also a clone! If the nine figures just now were clones, then where was the real body? Just as Han Feiyang frowned and wondered, he felt his scalp suddenly jump, and a sense of crisis suddenly came over him. Han Feiyang subconsciously looked up and saw Yan Buqi holding a folding fan, diving down with his head down and hi