The disciples of the Holy Land also arrived at the venue of the martial arts competition.
They had their own lounge.
The young man from the Red Rock Canyon opened the door and introduced himself with a smile.
"I'm Carl from the Red Rock Canyon. Hello, senior brothers and sisters!
"Anyone who wants to fight with me can spar with me!"
The men and women around him looked at Carl, who didn't look very smart.
Was there something wrong with this descendant of Red Rock Canyon?
Everyone was resting and chatting here, and he suddenly ran in to have a fight.
Wasn't he crazy?
At this moment, the door to the room was pushed open again.
Andrew stuck his head out and looked inside.
To be honest, he was looking for the toilet.
He just happened to bump into this place.
"Are you the descendants of the six Great Holy Lands?" Andrew was a little curious.