. "Haha, binglan, I'm one step ahead. Don't fall behind." Murong Hai, who has already become a bright smiling face, came to the stone bench on the right side of the martial arts arena where dozens of young strong men sat, and smiled at a young girl sitting in the front. With his coming, Taoism's full of war and blazing eyes focused on him, and many powerful waves swept up, all of them belong to the young strong people sitting here in Murong family. "< p > < p >" is muronghai happy to win over ye wuduan? It's true that your strength is growing rapidly, and you have broken through the eight heavy forging days. However, compared with brother Tian, you are still far behind. " The voice of a little chilly daughter rings. It's the girl named binglan by Murong Hai. Although she sits on the stone bench, her long legs form a charming arc. She is dressed in a red close fitting silk dress, decorated with a flower embroidery on her chest, with a straight waist and a pair of beautiful phoenixes on her sharp chin Eyes, Qiong nose is very cocky, Yan Hong lips, is a very outstanding beauty. When Murong Hai heard binglan's words, his smile stopped, and his eyes flashed with strong fear and jealousy. He laughed and stopped talking. He went to his stone bench and sat up with his eyes closed.