Wen Qingxuan’s Trump Card

While the spiritual energy on the battle stage where Luo Li and Xie Tianhe were was surging crazily, the battle stage on the other side was quiet. Wen Qingxuan held onto the Golden Battle Spear while her delicate, voluptuous body was wrapped in golden armor. She was looking at the battle stage where Luo Li and Xie Tianhe were. She could sense an astonishing spiritual energy exuding from their blows. She looked grave. Xie Tianhe was not a simple person. He had exchanged blows with Luo Li until now…

"Hahaha, it seems like you are very interested in the fight over there," Ji Xuan said with a smile and put his hands behind his back. He was also watching the fight.

Wen Qingxuan looked at him lazily and said with a smile, "Ji Xuan, have you no intention of fighting?"

"I have no feud with you. If we fight, one of us will get hurt. I suggest that we wait for them to end their fight," Ji Xuan said and smiled.