"Young man from Daxia, I admit that I underestimated you. I took back my previous contempt. You deserve my full strength. It's been a hundred years, and I haven't tried my best for a hundred years. I hope you don't let me down."

Taiyi's voice resounded throughout this area.

Echoing in the ears of the strong people all over the world.

"Tsk tsk, it's really a move. Now there's a lot of fun to watch."

"It's not a shame that it's an ancient martial artist from Daxia. He is so young and so powerful."

"Wait for the show."

Many people have hot faces.

"The sword comes.

Jiang Chen raised his hand, Xing Jian flew over from a distance. He held Xing Jian, pointed the long sword in his hand horizontally at Taiyi in the sky, and smiled faintly: "Taiyi, you are probably not my opponent. If you can't defeat you within ten moves, I will lose."

After learning about Taiyi's approximate strength, Jiang Chen also became confident.

His voice resounded across Mount Olympia.

A stone is amazing and a thousand layers of waves.

"This young man from Daxia is not crazy, but really has strength."
Chapter completed!