C873 Preparation for Suicide

"You are not a match for Qi Haotian."

A hint of a smile surfaced on Loong Qingbin's face as he said that.

As he said this, his fists clattered, and he swore silently in his heart.

"Hmph, Qi Haotian, just you wait!" Tonight, I will definitely beat you to the ground in the Heavenly Peak Tournament. "

Night fell. Just as the sun set, Taoist Xuan Lan brought Jin Xiaoru