"Of course, you are a man!"

Ye Feng pierced Zhao Lin's body with a golden needle in his backhand and stabilized the opponent's injury.

At the same time, look at the Soul Six on the stage.

Remove this hatred for the time being.

Jiang Guang, who was then played, was lucky. After a fight, he barely promoted.

So far.

Of the 12 people registered by the Chu Family Martial Arts Museum, 5 were promoted to 5 people to eliminate.

The rest are Ye Feng, who holds No. 539, and Wang Bin, holding No. 888.

After lunch, everyone is solved.

Start back to the venue and prepare to fight.

"Wang Bin still has half an hour, you should have played."

Ye Feng reminded.

"I know, I will have it long ago."

Wang Bin nodded, his eyes looked back and forth on the forthcoming ring.

"Taming 888, the ring is also No. 8, Brother Wang Bin, you are really lucky."

"That's certainly, Brother Wang Bin not only counts well, but also fortune telling. Maybe the opponent who will be waiting for the player will directly admit the defeat!"

"Hahahaha, Brother Wang Bin, why don't you keep your soul?"

A group of brothers looked at Wang Bin.
Chapter completed!