Demon Recovery: Heavenly Master Descends! The beginning inherits the heavenly master's degree

“This is…too strong, right?”
“At such a young age, he has such talent. If he grows up for a few years, he will definitely be the top expert in the duel arena!”
“This time the number is the same as mine, pray and pray, don’t let me meet him in the next game!”
“When you meet him, even if you are unlucky and you meet him, it’s okay. This guy seems to have some kind of habit. He only kills horsemen. If the others surrender, he won’t kill them!”
“Oh, yes, there is an extra evil spirit today!”
“…”
On the audience stage, quite a few people were whispering.
The bald man didn’t say anything, but looked at the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy on the stage with a faint smile on his lips.
“competition is over!”
“The winner, Wen Tianhao!”
A sexy woman on the aircraft recovered from the shock and quickly announced.
After hearing the announcement of the result of the competition, this seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy stretched out his delicate hand like a woman, and with a slight twist, the extremely black long sword turned back into a white long sword.
The terrifying black aura in the entire duel field was also frantically rushing towards his body.
In the blink of an eye.
The smoke dissipated.
The entire duel field returned to normal.
The extremely black long sword in Wen Tianhao’s hand, who looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, had also returned to a white long sword.
He waved his hand.
Another dog’s tail appeared from its mouth, dragging the long white sword in its hand, it left silently from the duel arena.
Free and easy, at ease!
At the same time, a figure in the corner of the auditorium stood up and walked outside from the auditorium…
“Wen Tianhao?”
“So his name is Wen Tianhao?”
“In this world of fighting, have you never heard of Wentian’s family?”
“Then… who the hell is this?”
“…”
On the audience stage, there was another heated discussion.
at this time.
Zhang Beixuan’s eyes also stayed on this seventeen or eighteen-year-old Wen Tianhao.
very strange.
But…it’s very familiar.
But I don’t have any impression.
While Ye Guixuan was thinking, the bald man had already left on the audience stage.
The bald man came directly to the preparation room.
Wen Tianhao had also been waiting for this bald man in the preparation room early…  
“Master.”
When Wen Tianhao saw the bald man, a smile appeared on his face, he spit out the dog’s tail in his mouth to the ground, and walked towards the bald man.
“good.”
The bald man smiled and praised: “Today’s performance is good.”
“Compared to before, you have improved a lot.”
Hearing these compliments, the smile on Wen Tianhao’s face became even more intense.
“Master.”
Then, he cared again: “You must be careful in the battle later.”
“I’ll be right here waiting for you.”
The bald man nodded: “Don’t worry.”
“It’s just a bunch of lifeless beings.”
The voice just fell.
A black flame ignited in his eyes, and a terrifying aura continuously emanated from his body.
soon.
The ninety-first battle this morning began.
A huge silver door in front of him slowly opened. The bald man shrugged, restrained the breath in his body, and walked in slowly. .