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“We pay our respects to young master ao Tian!”

In front of the empty seats in front of the competition, Bing Jing Huan followed behind the two heaven’s favorites and bowed respectfully to Ao Tian.

Just the two heaven’s favorites were enough to make him bow and scrape, let alone ao Tian, the son of the supreme headmaster of our sect.

“En!”

Ao Tian sat on the chair and glanced at Bing Jing Huan. His gaze landed on Ling Jian ‘er who flew out from the arena.

“Your Bing Jian ‘ER from the Bing Xin Empire is very good!”

He was not stingy with his praise and his face was full of smiles.

Bing Jing Huan was slightly stunned when he heard ao Tian’s words. He immediately squeezed out a smile, “She is very strong. Even I am not her match now!”

When he saw ao Tian staring at Bing Jian ‘ER’s figure, he suddenly had a guess. He was slightly shocked and his eyes were shining.

“I used to like Bing Jian ‘er, but father now wants to set her up with that priest Wang!”