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During their lively discussions, the ring match continued.

Under the watchful eyes of Transmigration Body and Zhang Yong, the competition in the No. 13 arena came to an end soon.

After looking through the body, he knew that it was his turn, so he nodded with Zhang Yong and walked towards the arena.

As he stepped into the ring, some people recognized him right away.

"Isn't this the opponent of Qingyang Sword in the last little competition?"

"Yep!"

After the words fell, some people who were only familiar with them could not help but suddenly recalled who he was.

Although this young man was unknown and not worth mentioning, Qingyang Sword was attracting attention. As his first opponent, he lost so badly that they couldn't even remember it.

At the very least, they were very impressed with the scene of this young man falling out of the ring, although it was entirely because of the strength of the Qingyang Sword that they remembered it.

"He's still coming to participate in the little competition this month?"

"In just one month, what can be improved?"

A famous cultivator around the arena shook his head. He had no expectations for the next competition. He had basically anticipated what would happen.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for them to see another person in the ring duel on the thirteenth.

I saw that the other party was tall and straight, with a handsome face, about eighteen or nineteen years old, and looked a little immature.

"It's Zhang Wuming!"

Someone in the crowd recognized who this man was.

"Zhang Wuming heard that he reached the fourth level of Qi training as early as half a year ago. Zhang Yun has no chance of winning. Last time he practiced the second level of Qi. Where did he beat Zhang Wuming?"

During the discussion, many onlookers had no expectations, as if they had foreseen the next outcome.

Under the ring, Zhang Yong originally had some confidence in Zhang Yun, but now he can't help but sigh, "Little brother Zhang Yun is really unlucky, he actually met the fourth level of Qi practice, I thought he could win a few games!"

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high platform

During their lively discussions, the ring match continued.

Under the watchful eyes of Transmigration Body and Zhang Yong, the competition in the No. 13 arena came to an end soon.

After looking at the transmigration body, it was directly his turn, so after nodding with Zhang Yong, he walked towards the arena with confidence.

As he stepped into the ring, some people recognized him right away.

"Isn't this the opponent of Xiaobi Qingyang Sword last time?"

"Yep!"

After the words fell, some people who were only familiar with them could not help but suddenly recalled who he was.

Although this young man is unknown and not worth mentioning, the Qingyang Sword is highly regarded. As his first-tier opponent, he is so miserable that they can't even remember it.

At the very least, they were very impressed with the scene of this young man falling out of the ring, although it was entirely because of the strength of the Qingyang Sword that they remembered it.

"He's still coming to participate in the little competition this month?"

"In just one month, what can be improved?"

A famous cultivator around the arena shook his head. He had no expectations for the next competition. He had basically anticipated what would happen.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for them to see another person in the ring duel on the thirteenth.

I saw that the other party was tall and straight, with a handsome face, about eighteen or nineteen years old, and looked a little immature.

"It's Zhang Wuming!"

Soon, someone in the crowd recognized who this man was.

"Zhang Wuming heard that he reached the fourth level of Qi training as early as half a year ago. Zhang Yun has no chance of winning. Last time he practiced the second level of Qi. Where did he beat Zhang Wuming?"

During the discussion, many onlookers had no expectations, as if they had foreseen the next outcome.

Under the ring, Zhang Yong originally had some confidence in Zhang Yun, but now he can't help but sigh, "Little brother Zhang Yun is really unlucky, he actually met the fourth level of Qi practice, I thought he could win a few games!"

high platform

During their lively discussions, the ring match continued.

Under the watchful eyes of Transmigration Body and Zhang Yong, the competition in the No. 13 arena came to an end soon.

After looking at the transmigration body, it was directly his turn, so after nodding with Zhang Yong, he walked towards the arena with confidence.

As he stepped into the ring, some people recognized him right away.

"Isn't this the opponent of Xiaobi Qingyang Sword last time?"

"Yep!"

After the words fell, some people who were only familiar with them could not help but suddenly recalled who he was.

Although this young man is unknown and not worth mentioning, the Qingyang Sword is highly regarded. As his first-tier opponent, he is so miserable that they can't even remember it.

At the very least, they were very impressed with the scene of this young man falling out of the ring, although it was entirely because of the strength of the Qingyang Sword that they remembered it.

"He's still coming to participate in the little competition this month?"

"In just one month, what can be improved?"

A famous cultivator around the arena shook his head. He had no expectations for the next competition. He had basically anticipated what would happen.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for them to see another person in the ring duel on the thirteenth.

I saw that the other party was tall and straight, with a handsome face, about eighteen or nineteen years old, and looked a little immature.

"It's Zhang Wuming!"

Soon, someone in the crowd recognized who this man was.

"Zhang Wuming heard that he reached the fourth level of Qi training as early as half a year ago. Zhang Yun has no chance of winning. Last time he practiced the second level of Qi. Where did he beat Zhang Wuming?"

During the discussion, many onlookers had no expectations, as if they had foreseen the next outcome.

Under the ring, Zhang Yong originally had some confidence in Zhang Yun, but now he can't help but sigh, "Little brother Zhang Yun is really unlucky, he actually met the fourth level of Qi practice, I thought he could win a few games!"

high platform

During their lively discussions, the ring match continued.

Under the watchful eyes of Transmigration Body and Zhang Yong, the competition in the No. 13 arena came to an end soon.

After looking at the transmigration body, it was directly his turn, so after nodding with Zhang Yong, he walked towards the arena with confidence.

As he stepped into the ring, some people recognized him right away.

"Isn't this the opponent of Xiaobi Qingyang Sword last time?"

"Yep!"

After the words fell, some people who were only familiar with them could not help but suddenly recalled who he was.

Although this young man is unknown and not worth mentioning, the Qingyang Sword is highly regarded. As his first-tier opponent, he is so miserable that they can't even remember it.

At the very least, they were very impressed with the scene of this young man falling out of the ring, although it was entirely because of the strength of the Qingyang Sword that they remembered it.

"He's still coming to participate in the little competition this month?"

"In just one month, what can be improved?"

A famous cultivator around the arena shook his head. He had no expectations for the next competition. He had basically anticipated what would happen.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for them to see another person in the ring duel on the thirteenth.

I saw that the other party was tall and straight, with a handsome face, about eighteen or nineteen years old, and looked a little immature.

"It's Zhang Wuming!"

Soon, someone in the crowd recognized who this man was.

"Zhang Wuming heard that he reached the fourth level of Qi training as early as half a year ago. Zhang Yun has no chance of winning. Last time he practiced the second level of Qi. Where did he beat Zhang Wuming?"

During the discussion, many onlookers had no expectations, as if they had foreseen the next outcome.

Under the ring, Zhang Yong originally had some confidence in Zhang Yun, but now he can't help but sigh, "Little brother Zhang Yun is really unlucky, he actually met the fourth level of Qi practice, I thought he could win a few games!"

high platform

During their lively discussions, the ring match continued.

Under the watchful eyes of Transmigration Body and Zhang Yong, the competition in the No. 13 arena came to an end soon.

After looking at the transmigration body, it was directly his turn, so after nodding with Zhang Yong, he walked towards the arena with confidence.

As he stepped into the ring, some people recognized him right away.

"Isn't this the opponent of Xiaobi Qingyang Sword last time?"

"Yep!"

After the words fell, some people who were only familiar with them could not help but suddenly recalled who he was.

Although this young man is unknown and not worth mentioning, the Qingyang Sword is highly regarded. As his first-tier opponent, he is so miserable that they can't even remember it.

At the very least, they were very impressed with the scene of this young man falling out of the ring, although it was entirely because of the strength of the Qingyang Sword that they remembered it.

"He's still coming to participate in the little competition this month?"

"In just one month, what can be improved?"

A famous cultivator around the arena shook his head. He had no expectations for the next competition. He had basically anticipated what would happen.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for them to see another person in the ring duel on the thirteenth.

I saw that the other party was tall and straight, with a handsome face, about eighteen or nineteen years old, and looked a little immature.

"It's Zhang Wuming!"

Soon, someone in the crowd recognized who this man was.

"Zhang Wuming heard that he reached the fourth level of Qi training as early as half a year ago. Zhang Yun has no chance of winning. Last time he practiced the second level of Qi. Where did he beat Zhang Wuming?"

During the discussion, many onlookers had no expectations, as if they had foreseen the next outcome.

Under the ring, Zhang Yong originally had some confidence in Zhang Yun, but now he can't help but sigh, "Little brother Zhang Yun is really unlucky, he actually met the fourth level of Qi practice, I thought he could win a few games!"

high platform

During their lively discussions, the ring match continued.

Under the watchful eyes of Transmigration Body and Zhang Yong, the competition in the No. 13 arena came to an end soon.

After looking at the transmigration body, it was directly his turn, so after nodding with Zhang Yong, he walked towards the arena with confidence.

As he stepped into the ring, some people recognized him right away.

"Isn't this the opponent of Xiaobi Qingyang Sword last time?"

"Yep!"

After the words fell, some people who were only familiar with them could not help but suddenly recalled who he was.

Although this young man is unknown and not worth mentioning, the Qingyang Sword is highly regarded. As his first-tier opponent, he is so miserable that they can't even remember it.

At the very least, they were very impressed with the scene of this young man falling out of the ring, although it was entirely because of the strength of the Qingyang Sword that they remembered it.

"He's still coming to participate in the little competition this month?"

"In just one month, what can be improved?"

A famous cultivator around the arena shook his head. He had no expectations for the next competition. He had basically anticipated what would happen.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for them to see another person in the ring duel on the thirteenth.

I saw that the other party was tall and straight, with a handsome face, about eighteen or nineteen years old, and looked a little immature.

"It's Zhang Wuming!"

Soon, someone in the crowd recognized who this man was.

"Zhang Wuming heard that he reached the fourth level of Qi training as early as half a year ago. Zhang Yun has no chance of winning. Last time he practiced the second level of Qi. Where did he beat Zhang Wuming?"

During the discussion, many onlookers had no expectations, as if they had foreseen the next outcome.

Under the ring, Zhang Yong originally had some confidence in Zhang Yun, but now he can't help but sigh, "Little brother Zhang Yun is really unlucky, he actually met the fourth level of Qi practice, I thought he could win a few games!"

high platform

During their lively discussions, the ring match continued.

Under the watchful eyes of Transmigration Body and Zhang Yong, the competition in the No. 13 arena came to an end soon.

After taking a look at the transmigration body, it was his turn, so after nodding with Zhang Yong, he walked towards the arena with peace of mind~www.readwn.com~ As he boarded the arena, some people immediately recognized him.

"Isn't this the opponent of Xiaobi Qingyang Sword last time?"

"Yep!"

After the words fell, some people who were only familiar with them could not help but suddenly recalled who he was.

Although this young man is unknown and not worth mentioning, the Qingyang Sword is highly regarded. As his first-tier opponent, he is so miserable that they can't even remember it.

At the very least, they were very impressed with the scene of this young man falling out of the ring, although it was entirely because of the strength of the Qingyang Sword that they remembered it.

"He's still coming to participate in the little competition this month?"

"In just one month, what can be improved?"

A famous cultivator around the arena shook his head. He had no expectations for the next competition. He had basically anticipated what would happen.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for them to see another person in the ring duel on the thirteenth.

I saw that the other party was tall and straight, with a handsome face, about eighteen or nineteen years old, and looked a little immature.

"It's Zhang Wuming!"

Soon, someone in the crowd recognized who this man was.

"Zhang Wuming heard that he reached the fourth level of Qi training as early as half a year ago. Zhang Yun has no chance of winning. Last time he practiced the second level of Qi. Where did he beat Zhang Wuming?"

During the discussion, many onlookers had no expectations, as if they had foreseen the next outcome.

Under the ring, Zhang Yong originally had some confidence in Zhang Yun, but now he can't help but sigh, "Little brother Zhang Yun is really unlucky, he actually met the fourth level of Qi practice, I thought he could win a few games!"

Under the ring, Zhang Yong originally had some confidence in Zhang Yun, but now he can't help but sigh, "Little brother Zhang Yun is really unlucky, he actually met the fourth level of Qi practice, I thought he could win a few games!"