Wang Jinlun walked over, with a light tap of his foot, he gracefully flew onto the platform.
The two of them stared at each other, and the atmosphere was instantly ignited, everyone was eagerly anticipating the duel between them.
Even the elders of the Time Pavilion were fully focused on this battle, which would select the most outstanding genius disciple in all of Jiangdong.
It was like a duel between martial artists.
Ye Qingfeng looked indifferently at the two on the platform, this battle in his heart was nothing but child's play.
"Senior Ye, who do you think will win?" Lu Qi asked.
"Wang Jinlun!"
Ye Qingfeng said casually, with his flying sword as assistance, if Wang Jinlun couldn't win, then he was too worthless.
While the two exchanged words, the battle inside the ring had already begun, Tu Lei's fist wind was fierce, echoing with thunderous sounds in the arena, wildly aggressive.
And at this moment, Wang Jinlun had yet to draw his sword, only dodging constantly.
