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Chapter 302 Xiaobi starts!
On the high platform
In their lively discussion, the ring competition continued.
Under the watchful eyes of Traversing Body and Zhang Yong, the competition in the No. 13 arena soon ended.
After looking through the body, he knew it was his turn, so after nodding with Zhang Yong, he walked towards the ring.
As he stepped into the ring, some people recognized him immediately.
"Isn't this the opponent of Qingyang Sword in the last competition?"
"Yep!"
After the words fell, some people who were only familiar with him at first could not help showing sudden expressions on their faces, and immediately recalled who he was.
Although this young man is unknown and not worth mentioning, Qingyang Sword is the focus of everyone's attention. As his first opponent, he lost so badly that they can't remember it.
At the very least, they had a deep impression of the young man falling out of the ring in embarrassment, although they only remembered it because of the strength of the Qingyang Sword.
"Is he still coming to participate in the competition this month?"
"Just one month, what improvement can be made?"
A monk around the arena shook his head, he didn't have any expectations for the next competition, he had basically expected what would happen.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for them to see another person in the 13th ring duel.
I saw that the other party was tall and straight, with a handsome face, about eighteen or nineteen years old, and looked a little immature.
"It's Zhang Wuming!"
Someone in the crowd recognized who it was.
"Zhang Wuming heard that he had reached the fourth level of Qi training half a year ago. This cloud has no chance of winning at all. Last time he was at the second level of Qi training. How could he beat this Wu Ming?"
During the discussion, many onlookers had no expectations, as if they had foreseen the next ending.
Under the arena, Zhang Yong had some confidence in Zhang Yun at first, but now he couldn't help sighing, "Little brother Zhang Yun is really unlucky. He even encountered the fourth level of Qi training. I thought he could win a few games!"
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On the high platform
In their lively discussion, the ring competition continued.
Under the watchful eyes of Traversing Body and Zhang Yong, the competition in the No. 13 arena soon ended.
After looking through the body, it was his turn to go up, so after nodding with Zhang Yong, he walked towards the rest of the ring.
As he stepped into the ring, some people recognized him immediately.
"Isn't this the opponent of Xiaobi Qingyangjian last time?"
"Yep!"
After the words fell, some people who were only familiar with him at first could not help showing sudden expressions on their faces, and immediately recalled who he was.
Although this young man is unknown and not worth mentioning, Qingyang Sword is the focus of everyone's attention. As his first-tier opponent, he has suffered so badly, they can't remember it.
At the very least, they had a deep impression of the young man falling out of the ring in embarrassment, although they only remembered it because of the strength of the Qingyang Sword.
"Is he still coming to participate in the competition this month?"
"Just one month, what improvement can be made?"
A monk around the arena shook his head, he didn't have any expectations for the next competition, he had basically expected what would happen.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for them to see another person in the 13th ring duel.
I saw that the other party was tall and straight, with a handsome face, about eighteen or nineteen years old, and looked a little immature.
"It's Zhang Wuming!"
Soon, someone in the crowd recognized who this person was.
"Zhang Wuming heard that he had reached the fourth level of Qi training half a year ago. This cloud has no chance of winning at all. Last time he was at the second level of Qi training. How could he beat this Wu Ming?"
During the discussion, many onlookers had no expectations, as if they had foreseen the next ending.
Under the arena, Zhang Yong had some confidence in Zhang Yun at first, but now he couldn't help sighing, "Little brother Zhang Yun is really unlucky. He even encountered the fourth level of Qi training. I thought he could win a few games!"
On the high platform
In their lively discussion, the ring competition continued.
Under the watchful eyes of Traversing Body and Zhang Yong, the competition in the No. 13 arena soon ended.
After looking through the body, it was his turn to go up, so after nodding with Zhang Yong, he walked towards the rest of the ring.
As he stepped into the ring, some people recognized him immediately.
"Isn't this the opponent of Xiaobi Qingyangjian last time?"
"Yep!"
After the words fell, some people who were only familiar with him at first couldn't help showing a sudden look on their faces, and immediately recalled who he was.
Although this young man is unknown and not worth mentioning, Qingyang Sword is the focus of everyone's attention. As his first-tier opponent, he has suffered so badly, they can't remember it.
At the very least, they had a deep impression of the young man falling out of the ring in embarrassment, although they only remembered it because of the strength of the Qingyang Sword.
"Is he still coming to participate in the competition this month?"
"Just one month, what improvement can be made?"
A monk around the arena shook his head, he didn't have any expectations for the next competition, he had basically expected what would happen.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for them to see another person who was facing off in the ring on the 13th.
I saw that the other party was tall and straight, with a handsome face, about eighteen or nineteen years old, and looked a little immature.
"It's Zhang Wuming!"
Soon, someone in the crowd recognized who this person was.
"Zhang Wuming heard that he reached the fourth level of Qi training half a year ago. This cloud has no chance of winning at all. Last time he was at the second level of Qi training. How can he beat this Wu Ming?"
During the discussion, many onlookers had no expectations, as if they had foreseen the next ending.
Under the arena, Zhang Yong had some confidence in Zhang Yun at first, but now he couldn't help sighing, "Little brother Zhang Yun is really unlucky. He even encountered the fourth level of Qi training. I thought he could win a few games!"
On the high platform
In their lively discussion, the ring competition continued.
Under the watchful eyes of Traversing Body and Zhang Yong, the competition in the No. 13 arena soon ended.
After looking through the body, it was his turn to go up, so after nodding with Zhang Yong, he walked towards the rest of the ring.
As he stepped into the ring, some people recognized him immediately.
"Isn't this the opponent of Xiaobi Qingyangjian last time?"
"Yep!"
After the words fell, some people who were only familiar with him at first could not help showing sudden expressions on their faces, and immediately recalled who he was.
Although this young man is unknown and not worth mentioning, Qingyang Sword is the focus of everyone's attention. As his first-tier opponent, he has suffered so badly, they can't remember it.
At the very least, they had a deep impression of the young man falling out of the ring in embarrassment, although they only remembered it because of the strength of the Qingyang Sword.
"Is he still coming to participate in the competition this month?"
"Just one month, what improvement can be made?"
A monk around the arena shook his head, he didn't have any expectations for the next competition, he had basically expected what would happen.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for them to see another person in the 13th ring duel.
I saw that the other party was tall and straight, with a handsome face, about eighteen or nineteen years old, and looked a little immature.
"It's Zhang Wuming!"
Soon, someone in the crowd recognized who this person was.
"Zhang Wuming heard that he had reached the fourth level of Qi training half a year ago. This cloud has no chance of winning at all. Last time he was at the second level of Qi training. How could he beat this Wu Ming?"
During the discussion, many onlookers had no expectations, as if they had foreseen the next ending.
Under the arena, Zhang Yong had some confidence in Zhang Yun at first, but now he couldn't help sighing, "Little brother Zhang Yun is really unlucky. He even encountered the fourth level of Qi training. I thought he could win a few games!"
On the high platform
In their lively discussion, the ring competition continued.
Under the watchful eyes of Traversing Body and Zhang Yong, the competition in the No. 13 arena soon ended.
After looking through the body, it was his turn to go up, so after nodding with Zhang Yong, he walked towards the rest of the ring.
As he stepped into the ring, some people recognized him immediately.
"Isn't this the opponent of Xiaobi Qingyangjian last time?"
"Yep!"
After the words fell, some people who were only familiar with him at first could not help showing sudden expressions on their faces, and immediately recalled who he was.
Although this young man is unknown and not worth mentioning, Qingyang Sword is the focus of everyone's attention. As his first-tier opponent, he has suffered so badly, they can't remember it.
At the very least, they had a deep impression of the young man falling out of the ring in embarrassment, although they only remembered it because of the strength of the Qingyang Sword.
"Is he still coming to participate in the competition this month?"
"Just one month, what improvement can be made?"
A monk around the arena shook his head, he didn't have any expectations for the next competition, he had basically expected what would happen.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for them to see another person in the 13th ring duel.
I saw that the other party was tall and straight, with a handsome face, about eighteen or nineteen years old, and looked a little immature.
"It's Zhang Wuming!"
Soon, someone in the crowd recognized who this person was.
"Zhang Wuming heard that he had reached the fourth level of Qi training half a year ago. This cloud has no chance of winning at all. Last time he was at the second level of Qi training. How could he beat this Wu Ming?"
During the discussion, many onlookers had no expectations, as if they had foreseen the next ending.
Under the arena, Zhang Yong had some confidence in Zhang Yun at first, but now he couldn't help sighing, "Little brother Zhang Yun is really unlucky. He even encountered the fourth level of Qi training. I thought he could win a few games!"
On the high platform
In their lively discussion, the ring competition continued.
Under the watchful eyes of Traversing Body and Zhang Yong, the competition in the No. 13 arena soon ended.
After looking through the body, it was his turn to go up, so after nodding with Zhang Yong, he walked towards the rest of the ring.
As he stepped into the ring, some people recognized him immediately.
"Isn't this the opponent of Xiaobi Qingyangjian last time?"
"Yep!"
After the words fell, some people who were only familiar with him at first could not help showing sudden expressions on their faces, and immediately recalled who he was.
Although this young man is unknown and not worth mentioning, Qingyang Sword is the focus of everyone's attention. As his first-tier opponent, he has suffered so badly, they can't remember it.
At the very least, they had a deep impression of the young man falling out of the ring in embarrassment, although they only remembered it because of the strength of the Qingyang Sword.
"Is he still coming to participate in the competition this month?"
"Just one month, what improvement can be made?"
A monk around the arena shook his head, he didn't have any expectations for the next competition, he had basically expected what would happen.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for them to see another person in the 13th ring duel.
I saw that the other party was tall and straight, with a handsome face, about eighteen or nineteen years old, and looked a little immature.
"It's Zhang Wuming!"
Soon, someone in the crowd recognized who this person was.
"Zhang Wuming heard that he had reached the fourth level of Qi training half a year ago. This cloud has no chance of winning at all. Last time he was at the second level of Qi training. How could he beat this Wu Ming?"
During the discussion, many onlookers had no expectations, as if they had foreseen the next ending.
Under the arena, Zhang Yong had some confidence in Zhang Yun at first, but now he couldn't help sighing, "Little brother Zhang Yun is really unlucky. He even encountered the fourth level of Qi training. I thought he could win a few games!"
On the high platform
In their lively discussion, the ring competition continued.
Under the watchful eyes of Traversing Body and Zhang Yong, the competition in the No. 13 arena soon ended.
After looking through the body, it was his turn to go up, so after nodding with Zhang Yong, he walked towards the rest of the ring.
As he stepped into the ring, some people recognized him immediately.
"Isn't this the opponent of Xiaobi Qingyangjian last time?"
"Yep!"
After the words fell, some people who were only familiar with him at first could not help showing sudden expressions on their faces, and immediately recalled who he was.
Although this young man is unknown and not worth mentioning, Qingyang Sword is the focus of everyone's attention. As his first-tier opponent, he has suffered so badly, they can't remember it.
At the very least, they had a deep impression of the young man falling out of the ring in embarrassment, although they only remembered it because of the strength of the Qingyang Sword.
"Is he still coming to participate in the competition this month?"
"Just one month, what improvement can be made?"
A monk around the arena shook his head, he didn't have any expectations for the next competition, he had basically expected what would happen.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for them to see another person in the 13th ring duel.
I saw that the other party was tall and straight, with a handsome face, about eighteen or nineteen years old, and looked a little immature.
"It's Zhang Wuming!"
Soon, someone in the crowd recognized who this person was.
"Zhang Wuming heard that he had reached the fourth level of Qi training half a year ago. This cloud has no chance of winning at all. Last time he was at the second level of Qi training. How could he beat this Wu Ming?"
During the discussion, many onlookers had no expectations, as if they had foreseen the next ending.
Under the arena, Zhang Yong had some confidence in Zhang Yun at first, but now he couldn't help sighing, "Little brother Zhang Yun is really unlucky. He even encountered the fourth level of Qi training. I thought he could win a few games!"
Under the arena, Zhang Yong had some confidence in Zhang Yun at first, but now he couldn't help sighing, "Little brother Zhang Yun is really unlucky. He even encountered the fourth level of Qi training. I thought he could win a few games!"
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