Yang Fan respectfully clasped his fists, then looked at Wang Sheng, who also recovered, and smiled and nodded: "Senior Brother Wang Sheng, when my cultivation level improves again, I will come to you to compete with you!"

"Hahaha, I'll wait for you!"

Although Wang Sheng's breath was weak, his smile was very bright.

Yang Fan nodded, no longer hesitated, and left the competition stage with Yan Wushuang.

"Now your strength can break my strongest magical powers. If you improve more, I'm afraid I will not be your opponent."

He looked at Yang Fan's back and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake his head.

Then, Wang Sheng came straight to Huang Wuyan:

"Master, if you want to enter the ancient temple battlefield to experience it, please agree!"

Ancient temple battlefield!

Upon hearing this, Yu Qingxia and the other two had expressions!

"Sheng'er, have you really thought about it?"

"This ancient temple is full of dangers, and even the powerful Nascent Soul is not a small number. Do you really want to take risks?"
Chapter completed!