The man in black robe is the first one to be blatant, and he looks full of ferocious energy, obviously difficult to deal with.
Some people are sincerely worried about Yun Luo, while others are grossly gloating about his misfortune.
All kinds of discussions were heard one after another.
But more people, at this moment, invariably cheered up, widened their eyes, and prepared to watch a game.
Even people like Tantai Hao and Bei Chenming couldn't help but look solemn and serious.
Tantai Hao's eyes were burning, staring straight at the two people on the field.
The man in black robe is the eighth level.
Yun Luo... is also in the eighth level.
The battle between the eighth level and the eighth level is not something you can see anywhere.
"Interesting." Tantai Hao was full of interest, and slowly raised the corners of his lips, revealing a bloodthirsty and excited smile.
When Bei Chenming, who was hiding in the crowd, saw the man in black robe appear, his eyebrows jumped.
"Another eighth level? Where did this guy come from?"
Bei Chenming thought to himself, frowning a little. He glanced vaguely at the city wall, and then his eyes fell on Yun Luo.
"Princess Jing, you are in trouble now..." Bei Chenming murmured.
"Sister Yun..."
Tantai Yao's heart was lifted, her face was tense and turned white.
She knew that Yun Luo was not bad in strength and might not be able to defeat him, but this man in black robe seemed to be stronger...
Is there any danger?
On the city tower, the man in black robe just appeared.
The smile on Jun Wuchen's lips turned cold, and the smile in his eyes suddenly disappeared.
He stood up slowly. Under the silver mask, his face was as cold as frost, and his cold and sharp dark purple phoenix eyes stared at the man in black robes, as if they wanted to penetrate the wide hood on his head and see through his hidden true face. Who is this person?
He is definitely not a warrior who advanced in the first two rounds.
Because in the previous two rounds of assessments, Jun Wuchen saw that no such person appeared at all.
The peak of the eighth level!
What level of strength is this? It’s stronger than Luo’er.
If such a warrior appears, no matter how carefully he disguises himself, he cannot escape Jun Wuchen's eyes.
Could it be...?!
Jun Wuchen suddenly turned his head, his cold eyes shooting like sharp arrows at Yi Shuiyue on the other side.
At this time, Yi Shuiyue was looking excitedly down the tower. The snow-white veil covered her cruel and vicious smile, but it could not hide her cold and shining eyes, which were overflowing with murderous intent.
The cold gaze pierces the body like a thorn on the back!
Yi Shuiyue turned around subconsciously and looked into the cold and ruthless eyes of Lord Wuchen.
The low, cold voice was compressed into a thin line and penetrated the eardrums like an ice arrow: "Did you arrange it?"
Yi Shuiyue's heart trembled violently, and her back instantly felt cold.
How did senior brother guess it?
She obviously...
No! You can’t admit it, since senior brother has no evidence anyway! Just deny it to death!
Yi Shuiyue's psychological quality is indeed good. In a hurry, she reacts very quickly, and her black eyes show confusion and confusion in a blink of an eye, as if she doesn't know anything.
The crisp and beautiful voice was also compressed into a line and passed from afar: "Brother, what are you talking about?"
"Did you arrange this man in black robe?"
Jun Wuchen asked again coldly, "I'll answer after I think about it clearly."
Yi Shuiyue opened her eyes wide in surprise and said in an aggrieved tone: "Brother, what are you talking about? How could it be arranged by me? I don't even know this person..."
Before she finished speaking, Jun Wuchen looked away, not wanting to hear any more.