"Hahaha, since a new disciple wants to challenge our hall, why not accept it? Young disciple, I just hope you can show the sect a good fight and not get carried away by the arrogance of having beaten a few small teams." He said, without revealing anything.
But his voice sounded with a threatening tone, and carried a hint of spiritual pressure that flew quickly to where Tang Yin was.
But halfway there, a different pressure shattered it.
"Elder Ding, look at the young generation's combat." The sect master said from the side, casting a sidelong glance at this disrespectful elder.
Elder Ding scoffed a little and sat back down after his words.
Very few elders noticed this, so they did not speak at all.
Even so, Tang Yin, in the distance only scoffed at that attempt to suppress him so that he would lose the next fight, yes or no.
