Yang Chen didn't feel much about it. He just looked closely at Zhang Ying. At this time, Zhang Ying, who had defeated Murong Wen, appeared much more arrogant: "Haha, this is the number one genius of the Great Wild Hundred Clans? I think it's just that, is this the level of the Great Wild Hundred Clans? The number one genius is not even enough for me to clean my teeth with, haha."
Third Master didn't mind sarcastically saying from behind, "Murong Shan, your family's little genius is not that great, haha."
Murong Shan's face turned blue with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Liu San, the third leader, I, Murong Shan, will remember this debt."
"Hehe, don't worry, I let Zhang Ying spare your little treasure's life. Zhang Ying, come back." Third Master sneered.
Murong Shan could only swallow his anger now.
After all, it was a ring competition, and if he lost, he could only blame Murong Wen's inferior skills. What else could he say?
Settle accounts with the Horse-thief Gang?
