"As expected of a playboy, he can really talk."

"My sister participated in the group arena for the reward?"

"It's tempering."

After dawdling for half an hour, the Armored Swordsman couldn't help but frowned and said loudly:

"Quick battle!"

When Lingjun heard this, he clutched his chest and let out an "ah": "I'm sick, I admit defeat."

The mature woman on the opposite side was stunned, her face full of astonishment.

Just as she was about to say something, Ling Jun was already clutching his chest, and staggered back to the auditorium.

He deliberately asked me to sharpen me a few more times. The mature female deacon of the Water God Palace immediately understood what the playboy wanted.

For a moment, I was grateful and surprised, and my affection for him increased greatly.

"Fu Qingyang and Shenghuo entered the arena ragingly."

After the Armored Swordsman finished speaking, a white-clothed figure stood up from a certain seat. Instead of jumping off the high wall like other contestants, he grabbed a blue cloak and put it on his shoulders.

Crash!

The cloak fluttered, and a whirlwind rose from Fu Qingyang's feet, carrying him to the center of the ring.

There was a round of applause from the audience.

"What a show." Zhang Yuanqing said.

Guan Ya agreed with his statement very much, and said with emotion: "This kid Qingyang likes to pretend to be cool since he was a child."

"And people are stupid and have a lot of money."

"But he prides himself on convincing others with virtue."

"Let's talk about these words in private, don't spread them outside."

"I think so too."

While speaking, a fireball rose from the auditorium and hit Fu Qingyang who was floating in the air like a cannonball.

Fu Qingyang's face turned cold, and he flicked his fingers, the fireball exploded with a "boom", and a tall figure appeared in the expanding firelight.

This man is about forty years old, with a burly body, a beard, a domineering aura, and sharp eyes. He is the kind of person who will rush over and ask "what are you looking at" when he walks on the street, and then punch you guy.

"Fu Qingyang!" The holy fire blazed loudly:

"It is said that you are the number one person below the master level. I am not convinced, and I just learned a good trick. I hope you are not wasting nothing."

Without saying a word, he was falling slowly when he saw Fu Qingyang grabbing a Hanbafang bronze sword from the void. The blade was sharp, but the blade was covered with copper rust.

Young Master Qian with an indifferent face cut off with a sword.

Sheng Huo's pupils shrank slightly, his body trembled violently, and countless ways to dodge flashed in his mind, but he contradicted himself and vetoed himself.

In the end, he didn't do anything, and let Jianfeng cut open his chest and cut off his sternum. JrNovels.com