C4111 Slow.

"Compete? !”

Zhang Qingwen couldn't help but exclaim.

In the first three matches, except for the one they won, the other two participants had all died in the arena.

Why did it become a spar when your people went on stage?

Who the f * ck told you to spar?

"Yes, Young Master."

Sha Pojun bowed respectfully to Qin Shaofeng.

After that, he took out a long sword from the Storage Bag

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