The old man who was smiling all the time waved his sleeves and knocked Nanmen Wan'er out of the arena.

"Su Moyi has issued a challenge, don't make any noise!"

Nanmen Wan'er's face turned red, and the golden bone light flashed several times, but it was unable to break through the old man's energy.

Han Yang threw it away casually, put the Blood Origin Sword into the sword box behind his back, held the Tian Yuan Sword in his hand, and stepped back into the arena.

The action of putting the blood elemental sword into the sword box once again made many people gasp.

This guy actually dared to take the Yi Yuan Sect's spiritual weapon as his own.

Su Mo's sleeves shook, and there was an extra weapon in his hand.

It is neither a sword nor a sword, but a ruler, a ruler for measuring the sky.

"Please advise!"

Su Moyi pointed the measuring ruler diagonally forward in his hand, making an ancient ritual starting gesture.

"You guy, you are so young, how come you are so old-school in doing things..."

Han Yang smiled and pointed the Tianyuan Sword diagonally to the right in his hand, using the same ancient ritual starting gesture.

Su Moyi's dull eyes finally had a wave of excitement.
Chapter completed!