C70 The Taoist School and the Practical Battle School

When the middle-aged Daoist announced the results of the match, the wall on the other side fell back into the ground.

Chen Tao cupped his hands with a smile and returned to the spot he was standing a moment ago. He still had a sickly look on his face, but in the eyes of the crowd, he seemed rather profound.

"Next challenger." The middle-aged Spirit Master shouted