The fire cleared, and the dust settled.

On the arena, Zhao Xianjin was pale, but he stood upright, and the fat monk Fa Liang flew upside down and smashed under the stage, wearing a tattered robe, and said with a wry smile: "The poor monk lost!" ”

"The Zhao family's sigil does have its own uniqueness!"

Ye Xuan touched his chin, communicated the aura of heaven and earth with his divine thoughts, and then used his magic to summon ancient giant beasts, the power of which should not be underestimated.

Zhao Xianjin won the victory, and before stepping out of the ring, he stretched out his hand and pointed at him, obviously provocative.

"Does Mr. Ye have a grudge against the Zhao family?"

There was a voice behind him, Ye Xuan turned his head to look, and found that it was Liu Wan and Bai Muqing who came, and they obviously finished dealing with the medicinal materials, so they came to watch.

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