The man in purple was Lan Xin's cousin. At this moment, he looked around proudly and said with slight disdain, "Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me? If so, please send someone stronger. Don't come up to me, a trash lying on the ground. It's too boring to kill him with one punch."
Lan Xinru and the others frowned slightly when they heard that. However, there was a hint of satisfaction in Lan Xinru's mother's eyes as well as the five people from the Shenglan Chamber of Commerce.
Clearly, the purple-clothed man had done what they had instructed him to do.
Cousin Lan Xin's words were like throwing a stone into the calm surface of the lake. A stone stirred up a thousand waves!
These words clearly meant that he didn't care about the martial practitioners who were sitting here. Alt
