Gu Jiao's match was another one that left everyone utterly bewildered after that of the Clear Wind Taoist priest.
What on earth was happening?
How did Han Shaoyu suddenly fly out of the ring?
"Did you see what happened?" Cavalry A asked Vanguard B.
"I didn't, did you see it?" Cavalry B asked Cavalry C.
Cavalry C: "I didn't either!"
On a high platform at the back of the crowd, Han Lei and Grandpa Han watched in silence as "Xiao Liulang" rode towards the edge of the battlefield.
Grandpa Han said, "Big brother, no wonder Ye'er has been bested by this youngster several times; he really does have some tricks up his sleeve."
Han Lei's expression was grave, "What happened to Han Shaoyu just now? I clearly didn't feel any internal energy fluctuations from that kid, so how was Han Shaoyu sent flying by him? Which sect's technique was that move from?"
Grandpa Han's silver hair shimmered brilliantly under the scorching sun, his expression as ice-cold as the color of his hair.
