What The Hell?
Éditeur: Atlas Studios
Mo Qingyuan coldly glanced at Gong Sunheng, then her gaze fell onto a middle-aged person with a sturdy figure.
The middle-aged person immediately stepped out and said in a low, muffled voice, "I'll do it."
When the Eastern region experts took a few glances at the man and discovered that his cultivation was not at the peak of the Mystic Martial realm, they heaved a sigh of relief. "It's fortunate that the Wind Demon Gate also sent someone with low cultivation."
"I hope that this fellow can win one match."
However, the people from the Wind Demon Gate had very strange expressions. One after another, they could not help themselves from softly sneering.
"That fellow on the opposite side will definitely lose!"
"I didn't expect Miss to send Mo Ding for the opening match."
"Exactly! Looks like Miss wants to have the first victory and frighten our opponents."