"Oh!" Old Zao nodded nonchalantly.
"Fan Qun should have a secret weapon in his hands, so don't be careless," Lan Ming couldn't help reminding.
"Yes, Little Lan Lan, it's my turn. Fan Qun, here I come," Old Zao nodded and said loudly, his face full of excitement. The first match had already ended while they were talking. Old Zao also heard the referee calling his name, so he dashed out and jumped onto the arena.
Old Zao crossed his arms and stood proudly on the arena. Uh! He shouldn't lose to others in disposition. Even though the opponent was an Elementary Mystic, and his strength was inferior to him, he absolutely couldn't lose to him in terms of aura.
"Old Zao, admit defeat!" Fan Qun raised his head arrogantly.
This opening speech was so familiar! Old Zao couldn't help thinking that someone had said this to him in a certain match. But he won in the end, hehe!
