C451 Six-man Race
Wang Feng dodged left and right, but Fu Tianming's silver spear kept waving, not giving Wang Feng a chance to catch his breath.
The Thunder Sect Master on the grandstand laughed loudly and said to the Spear Sect Master, "How is it? My disciple's spear technique is even more exquisite than your Spear Sect's."
The eyes of the Spear Sect Master twitched
