"Yeah. Not only do you know each other, but you are also familiar with each other." The middle-aged man looked at Ai Zihan on the stage meaningfully and nodded.

"Who are you? You are familiar with her?"

The middle-aged man frowned and thought for a moment: "I am Ai Jingkai."

In a word, the faces of several teasing people froze, turned timidly, and got into the other crowd...

A moment later, another person, Ai Zihan, broke the boundary.

"Song Zhiye, Xuanli is worth 650, pass!" the referee deacon announced.

Until this time, the sergeant nodded slightly: "I finally picked out a few good seedlings."

The sun rises to the beginning, and it is almost noon.

People were rushing in the square, and bursts of exclamations came from fronts of the various monuments from time to time. Testers who had broken through the boundaries of mysterious power began to appear constantly. Of course, there were many who failed the test and returned dejectedly.

At this time, the floating platform floating in the air in the square was already full of people.

This suspended platform is semicircular and is constructed based on the structural principle of the aerial ship and is built with the energy of the spirit stone as the operation consumables. Sitting on it are the generals of the Demon-Destroying Army to facilitate observation of the situation of each test point.

Among the generals, Ji Tianhua was the leader of the Ji family.

He sat firmly in the middle of the rostrum, still wearing a black-bottomed and silver-patterned armor, and a golden square halberd leaned beside him. His eyes were filled with a sense of condescending majesty, looking down at the various test points in the square.

He picked up a cup of tea on the long table beside him, and the tea reached his mouth. His eyes were stunned and he leaned out to look out. For some reason, his thick eyebrows frowned slightly and withdrew his body.

"Haha, are you looking for your sister-in-law?" someone asked on the side.

This man was burly and sat on a wooden chair, as if he had been stuck in it. On the side, the wooden chair creaked and made a sound, as if he could not bear his weight and was about to fall apart.

Although he was burly, his black national face had a pair of triangular eyes. His palms were fiddling with an iron whip around his waist. The handle of the whip touched the large white armor he was wearing, making a sound of snapping.

My smiley eyes have now narrowed into a triangle gap, and I can't help but smile.

Which of the adjutants who followed Ji Tianhua, didn't know that the boss loved Ji Wan'er for many years and had a deep brotherhood, and couldn't help but make fun of him.
Chapter completed!