"We'll talk about it after you win,"Li Tian said indifferently.
The arrogant young man's eyes flashed with disdain. He stood still and waited for Li Tian to take the initiative to approach him.
"Junior Brother Zhao, you have to go easy on him. Otherwise, you'll make him lose face." The people from the Qingyi sect laughed mockingly.
"Idiot!" The people from the baling Pavilion cursed. They were burning with anger, and they all wanted to drag Li Tian down. At this moment, more and more people from the baling Pavilion had arrived, and there was no lack of outstanding inner sect disciples among them. They would definitely be able to beat the Qingyi sect to a pulp. However, they didn't expect Li Tian, an outer sect disciple, to really want to fight. It was fine if he wanted to die, but the most important thing was to save the sect's face!
