C3210 Antiphlegmatic Syndrome

"Who else wants to challenge me?" On the Sacred Courtyard's martial stage, Wen Ba glanced at the martial cultivating geniuses and shouted out.

As soon as he said that.

Immediately.

The entire Holy Courtyard fell into a deathly silence.

"A bunch of trash." Wen Ba sneered.

At this moment.

Wen Ba stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with disdain.

It was boring