Ling Family back mountain.
"Ye Huan, you be careful, I'll go ahead!"
Upon hearing the bell, Ling Fufu threw this line, then shouted fiercely, and dashed forward alongside other Ling Family contenders. Her speed was swift, leaving nothing but fading shadows in the air, her snow-white figure dancing like a celestial maiden descending from heaven, so radiant and beautiful.
However, Ye Huan had no intention of admiring her figure, nor was he in a hurry to dash toward the martial arts arena. Instead, he looked around, searching through the crowd for Ling Zhiyuan's figure.
But after searching for a long time, he couldn't find him.
Ye Huan's eyes squinted into a thin slit, and he sneered coldly, "Ling Zhiyuan, you better not think about playing dirty tricks, or you'll surely regret it!"
A few seconds later, he too dashed out.
But before he could rush more than a few steps, an accident happened.
