C83 Nine Rings of Great Strength(1)

Deathly silence. Whether it was on the stage or outside the stage, it was dead silent. Ma Wuliang couldn't believe his eyes. He almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone could see that Lin Weiyuan was the best among this batch of service disciples. The martial skills he obtained from the battlefield were comparable to those of the outer circle disciples. If nothing unexpected happened