"Thank you for letting me win."
Zhou Jing shook his spear and retracted his gaze from the defeated martial artist.
After defeating more than ten opponents in a row, his waist was no longer sore, and he was no longer panting. He felt even more energetic than before.
He glanced at everyone, his gaze mainly focused on the people from the various sects. He knew that these were the main force of the challenge, and most of the martial artists were just watching the show.
"I wonder if any other hero wants to exchange pointers?"
Zhou Jing asked loudly.
At this moment, a bald old man walked out of the crowd. His Mediterranean hairstyle was quite recognizable, and it was obvious that he was famed in the martial world.
Seeing this person, the surrounding martial artists stirred.
"It's the Desert Bald Eagle Sha Xingzhou!"
"This expert was also invited?!"
"Is he very powerful?" A martial artist from the south asked curiously.