Massacre Tournament

Xiao Zhixuan's expression was indifferent. In her eyes, the battle between Niu Jianhua and Sun Xun was completely the display of boys. It was too immature.

She was slightly interested in Ling Han. How exactly had he managed to trick Niu Jianhua? Though this guy was arrogant and haughty, with the soaring arrogance of a second-generation young master, he did not look like an idiot no matter how she looked at him.

The four of them walked out of the courtyard, and there were already a great many people outside. They were all here to participate in the martial arts competition this time round. It was a dense mass of heads, and no matter what, there had to be ten thousand of them.

At present, on the Celestial Sea Planet, there were already at least ten thousand Mystery Realm Tiers?