There were three martial arenas at the edge of the trading area.
When Yu Nianzhen, Lin Huang, and her entourage arrived, three duels were already in-progress.
On the first arena was a duel between two female cultivators who wore similar clothes. The two were extremely beautiful, but their attacks were deadly.
Looking at them, it was evident they came from the same force but had somehow fallen out and were ready to kill each other.
'They are equally matched. It will be a while before their fight has a conclusion.' Yu Nianzhen thought and turned away indifferently.
On the second arena was a fight between two male cultivators.
One of them had a coffin on his back, and fierce corpse qi surrounded his body.
At the moment, his lips were curled in a sneer, and his eyes were filled with contempt.
"Wu Jin, don't laugh too early. I still haven't done my best." The opponent shouted and released a ghost flag.
