There were many people watching the battle. Guxie Huayu and Yin Zhengyang were among them.

"Why is Huang Shidi so unwise to abandon his sword and not use it? His strength will decline by at least a few tens!" Yin Zhengyang appeared worried.

When I heard it, my aunt Xie Huayu's eyelids moved, but she didn't speak, but in the bottom of my heart he believed that he would win the game.

"Hey hey, somebody's going to fall flat!" An old student sneered.

"Yes, he was promoted to refined gas nine-weight for more than two months. Zhenqi is absolutely not as pure as Tu Jie's, and Tu Jie's Jiuyang palm...