Mu Qingchen's breath tightened slightly, "Shenjiu."
Gu Jiao, "Weiba. I'm one round ahead of you."
Mu Qingchen let out a sigh of relief.
For some reason, he didn't want to face Gu Jiao.
Even if it was inevitable, he still hoped that their confrontation could be postponed, the later the better.
While they were drawing lots, the cavalry of the top ten martial families took to the field one after another. Among them, nine from the Han Family participated, and apart from Han Che, who was eliminated by Gu Jiao, the remaining eight all advanced.
Everyone was marveling at the terrifying strength of the Han Family's Hei Fengqi.
But Gu Jiao didn't think the Han Family was that impressive. The Hei Fengqi was snatched from the Xuanyuan Family, and the methods of training them were also passed down from the Xuanyuan Family.
The Han Family was merely feeding on the Xuanyuan Family's blood-steamed buns.
Gu Jiao lost interest in watching and planned to go back to feed Hei Fengwang.
