"In the first battle, who is willing to take the lead for me?"
"Me! Young master, Qiu Mo is willing to fight!"
"Then it's up to you!"
Wei Bailiang waved his hand and agreed to Qiu Mo's request.
Wei Bailiang understood Qiu Mo fairly well...
The cultivation at the intermediate stage of the core formation realm was normal. The key was that his strange knife skills could often catch his opponent off guard.
He was also the fourth-place winner of this year's martial arts competition and was recruited by the three brothers.
"I am Qiu Mo, who will fight with me?"
On the arena, Qiu Mo looked at Wei Zihan and the others with contempt and pulled out his podao and held it on his shoulder.
"Miss, let me fight this battle."
Looking at Qiu Mo in the arena, Feng Sidao laughed lightly and volunteered.
"That's good too. Remember to be extra careful!"
"Don't worry, miss."