位面猎奴之斗罗大陆

In the main hall of the Beishan Sect, an old man with frosty white beard and energetic spirit was looking at the text message taken off the falcon. There are too many masters in the martial arts examination this time, including disciples from the Holy Land, sects, wealthy families, and disciples taught by the secluded strong men in the mountains and villages. There are too many masters....