The quality Bureau

It was as if an explosive had been set off in the stadium that was filled with tens of thousands of people. The atmosphere was completely boiling, and cheers, discussions, and curses could be heard everywhere.

"F * ck! Kill him! Yuan Qinghua, kill him!"

"Is he an elementary school student? Why was he so brave? It looks like brass ..."

"I, ban, am willing to call you the strongest!"

"So fierce? When the warrior dies, the support will fill in the gap with a knife?"

"Do you really think my Huahua is stupid? this kid must be cheating. Huahua, don't touch him."

"Yes, go invisible and rest for a while. Don't fall into their trap."

I'm afraid you guys have some misunderstanding about invisibility. That kind of STAR technique consumes star power ..."

In the grandstand, Wu Haoyang grabbed Qian Zhuang's shoulders with both hands excitedly and almost crushed them.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts ..." Qian Zhuang gasped.