Wang Xaioqi lowered his head in the crowd, not daring to look at Ding Hao.
His eyes shone, no one knew what he was thinking about.
Then, someone in the crowd below the arena jumped up, challenging the top ten.
The challenger was a young man who had sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes. He had a dignified manner.
He wore green robes and held a long sword in his hand. He looked handsome and imposing.
However, his expression was rather cold. Even though he did not reveal anything, but he made one feel as if a piece of ancient ice block had suddenly appeared on the arena. There was a coldness that radiated from the depth of his soul, keeping others several thousand miles away.
"Fang Tianyi!" The cold youth announced his name and pulled out his long sword from its scabbard and poi
