"You want to choose me?" Zhang Menglong also showed a surprised expression.
Zhang Menglong, who was of the eighth-grade Divine Breath, could almost entirely rely on his own strength and his understanding of the martial arts techniques from the Divine Profound Hall to gain an upper hand in the sparring with Wan Ning.
And now he was different than before, although he only possessed a first-grade Divine Cultivation, he was much stronger than before, and he didn't think Wan Ning was a fool, so where did his confidence come from?
"This guy really knows how to choose. He actually wants to challenge the Clan Leader directly right off the bat."
"Does he think he's really impressive or that picking people like this is cool?"
"This guy is really lighting a lamp in the toilet, just looking for shit. Whoever touches the Clan Leader dies!"
"I bet one million Divine Crystals that he'll die horribly."
