On the ring. Li Changmian stood with a sword in his hand, smiling. Quietly looking at Tyler Juding in front of him: "Junior Brother Tyler, I didn't expect that the two of us would meet in advance. It seems that today's civil war is inevitable." Although Tyler Juding is the genius that everyone is paying attention to, he is also not bad, but he is usually low-key and doesn't like false reputation, so he has been practicing silently. This time I came to participate in the martial arts competition, not for fame, but mainly to see how strong I am? It is not conducive to growth to work behind closed doors. Only by fighting with masters can one test his true strength. "You are not my opponent, admit defeat." Tyler Juding said coldly. In the same sect, he was unwilling to kill. "How can you know who is stronger and who is weaker without fighting?" Li Changmian still smiled: "Junior Brother Tyler, I entered the Sword Sect a few years