C72 Pre-match Preparations

Tang San slowly opened his eyes. The serious expression on his face relaxed, and the Qi he exuded became stronger.

"Another ten thousand year old Soul Ring from a level 40 Soul Master. Xiao, Mo, do you want us to live or not?" Ma Hongjun was extremely envious.

"Brother!" Xiaowu threw herself into Tang San's arms and looked at him with sparkling eyes. "I'm so worried