บท 1611: Betting On A Match!

Real God Tian Ming's voice could be heard from the Fighting Space and many Real Gods looked at Jian Wushuang at once.

"Seems like this Real God Tian Ming still remembers the training time of mine in the Fairy Palace," Jian Wushuang laughed and he leaped onto the Fighting Space.

Real God Tian Ming was sneering at Jian Wushuang. He had originally thought that Jian Wushuang would not dare to fight with him. At that very moment, he merely spoke so that he would make Jian Wushuang lose face. However, he did not expect Jian Wushuang to actually come to the Fighting Space.

"This little kid has actually come in," Real God Tian Ming's smile froze at once and he became elated after that, "Jian Wushuang, are we still going to bet on the training time in the Fairy Palace?"

"How many years do you wish to bet on?" Jian Wushuang walked over slowly and he appeared in front of Real God Tian Ming in the blink of an eye.