Yang Qi coughed lightly, and he had no choice but to hit him little by little.

"Have it!"

After searching for half a stick of incense, the woman's eyes finally lit up and she looked at a name on the list.

Yang Qi also looked happy and finally found it.

"Now the battle below is almost over, you can go downstairs and wait."

Yang Qi nodded: "Old Guo, then I'll go down first."

"Don't lose, embarrassing!"

Mr. Guo teased that he didn't believe that Yang Qi would be defeated by any second-level cultivator in the Purple Mansion, even if this second-level cultivator in the Purple Mansion was the "War King".

Yang Qi came to the corridor in the venue and looked at the eight figures fighting on the court boredly. These people were not very strong and it was difficult to arouse Yang Qi's interest.

Finally, after a moment, the two people in the second arena ended with the battle, and the people in the arena quickly cleared the arena.

"Next!"

A middle-aged referee on the second ring glanced at the roster in his hand and whispered: "Yang Qi!"

Yang Qi was shocked and finally it was him.

His figure flashed and he was about to get on stage.

"Who is this person?"

"The second level of Zifu, how dare you go on the ring if you are so weak?"

"Go down!"

"Get down, don't smear our eyes!"

In the audience above, dissatisfied voices sounded. Yang Qi's realm was really low. They probably hadn't seen a battle between second-level monks in the A-font arena for a long time.

Yang Qi stood quietly, too lazy to look up at the people.

If you want to shut up these people, you can only use your strength.

"Your opponent is Gui Wanhai!"

The middle-aged referee whispered again, and a figure also flashed onto the stage.

The figure looked at Yang Qi helplessly, and Yang Qi also looked at the familiar face opposite in shock.

"Brother Gui, I didn't expect it was you."
Chapter completed!