"Haha, that's it?

That’s it?

This is too common."

King Nanping laughed wildly, and the joy of victory almost made him sing.

Win, win, 100% win.

The magic weapon that King Nanping had just floated into space and released a circle of spells as soon as it was born.

Jing Lin's weapon is motionless, so it's obviously an ordinary weapon.

"Trash is trash. It's so shameful to risk your life and only practice an ordinary weapon."

“I really don’t understand why I still want to take on this kind of challenge when I’m obviously not good at practicing weapons.

Brain problem."

"Zhang Lin, give up the position of Dharma King. You are no longer worthy of sitting on it."

"We want a stronger person to be our Dharma King. Zhang Lin, you loser, is not worthy."

People who supported King Nanping shouted loudly and put pressure on Zhang Lin.

"Zhang Lin, you lost, admit it."
Chapter completed!