"Get out of the way, don't block here!"

Soon, Duan Feng cleared a piece of his position and came out.

The disciples who were originally sitting here just dared not speak out.

After all, they are disciples of the inner courtyard, and they can't afford to offend them.

After taking the seat, Duan Feng started talking in Qing'er's ear like a fly.

"This kind of battle is simply boring. It won't be very powerful. Look, the two of them are standing there, and they probably won't take action!"

Qing'er was really tired of him buzzing in his ears.

He couldn't help but turn his face and scolded, "Did you say enough? Can you shut up if you say enough?"

Duan Feng originally wanted to continue talking.

Fortunately, I was stopped by several other girls.

As soon as Duan Feng shut up, the atmosphere suddenly became much quieter.

Qing'er let out a long sigh and looked at Taichung for the competition.

On the competition stage, Jiang Han had played with Fu Anmin for seven or eight rounds.

Both were injured more or less.

In contrast, Jiang Han was injured more severely.

Gasping heavily, Fu Anmin said coldly: "Jiang Han, you are about to lose your life. I am looking forward to what it would feel like to step on your face!"

Jiang Hanlong smiled coldly.
Chapter completed!