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"All of you" At this moment, Zheng Cheng, who was presiding over the battle, suddenly spoke up. His voice wasn't loud, but it went deep into the depths of every heart around him. Many people looked at him in horror, and it was hard to imagine that he had reached such a state.

I am afraid that some strong people will have a hard time completing this step, not to mention that he is still two documents away. Such a subtle control of one's own power is simply unimaginable!

On his old cheek, those clear eyes swept over the people present, and soon their eyes were fixed on a man who was approaching the position at his feet.

It was a teenager, even if the whole person was wearing a cloak, even if the whole person was holding his breath on purpose, he absolutely could not hide it from him.

"The white players have arrived, what about the Hu family?"

When they heard what he said, they looked around in amazement, but in any case, they did not find any special character. As a client, I was a little surprised by the slightly older image.

Ordinary people are like old people in the family. They work hard for a lifetime, not old, but long white hair.

Finally someone found me with his eyes.

His dress is a little too special right now. In such days, due to the existence of Tianyuan Sect and Mingshan Academy, countless people want to show themselves thoroughly. It's a wonderful thing if you can be liked by some senior executives! In the worst case, if some students like to be low-level people such as waiters, they will also envy the beauty of others.

Under the watchful eyes of most people, he walked all the way to the contest field. Where people spread out like danger, what's really chilling is his total murderous intent. Then he jumped up and fell steadily on the stage.

"He Qingyun? I'm here, please give me some advice!"

Before that, the man who asked Yunshui Academy covered his mouth in disbelief and complained about why he was so short-sighted. He just asked the guy who shouldn't.

Is this the white uncle?

Most people only see me once, taking a closer look at the prestigious teenager.

When he was young, he was groomed into an extraordinary and handsome face, but he would not feel wronged by a beautiful salt-speaking city.

"What? You didn't dare to come when you came? You are so cautious, and you still hold the title of Young Master of Yanyu City?"

I knew. He must be here. I'm afraid I'm hiding in a corner waiting for the right time. Of course, it's more likely that he's watching.

The original trace was cautious, because at this time the other party's actions were also a little relaxed. I had no idea that the young man who was praised by everyone could be so cautious.

"He Qingyun, if you dare not come out, you'd better come out and bow and admit defeat?"

At this moment, everyone is suddenly quiet, worried that their casual remarks may miss the most important conversation between two of the most evil genius teenagers they know.

Suddenly, the needle was silent in the field. This quiet atmosphere lasted for a minute or two, and the hidden He Qingyun didn't seem to appear.

"Old man, it seems the time has come, doesn't it?"

I stretched out my hand and bowed, and said respectfully to the old man that he was the judge at this time.

When Zheng Cheng heard this, he kept closing and opening his eyes boringly. He looked at the voiced boy and smiled slightly. He knew that the boy was not prepared to win without war, and I feared that the most important purpose was to drive away the clouds of tones hidden in the darkness.