"Hahaha, it's really funny! Don't anger me for Xiaoyao Academy, so what if you go up and try it? I, Ba Dao Academy, have never been afraid of Xiaoyao!"

"That junior Ling Tian's cultivation level is too low and not good enough. Let that Xi Zhanghan step forward!"

Ma Yong looked up to the sky and laughed.

This time, the people he brought with him were all the top freshmen in the college, and even Ma Peng was in the freshman seat.

What is he afraid of?

"Old thing! I don't see enough?!"

But at this moment, an indifferent and cold scolding directly interrupted Ma Yong's laughter.

Everyone followed the sound and found that the sound came from the square platform and within the formation.

At this time, the storm and smoke within the formation gradually dissipated.

And a man in white clothes was spotless, standing with his hands behind his back, his clothes were flying in the wind.

The man slowly raised his eyes with red light, his fighting spirit surged, and he whispered.
Chapter completed!