"Who do you think will get the first place?"
On the tiger head slope, Hu Guanpan smiled as he turned around to look at the eight dojo masters.
Liu Zhong of the Mang Mountain Saber Dojo chuckled. "If the grand martial competition's rules haven't changed, I will definitely choose that brat, Reihom, from the Thunderbolt Dojo without hesitation. But now that the rules have been changed and it has become a free-for-all battle, it's hard to say."
The old man from the Crane Dojo crossed his arms and said, "I heard that Cai Jiulou has been thinking about Miss Shaoxiang from the Overflowing Fragrance restaurant recently. Hahaha... Yes, it's good for a young man to have a goal. This way, he can be forced to show his potential. He might even drag Reihom off his horse."
Bai Bashan snorted coldly. "Brother Liu, you're thinking too much. There's no one in the same generation in Pingnan City who can pull Riehom down."