Chapter 839

When Wang Mang and tens of thousands of spectators were impatient, Bai Li, leaning against the back of his chair and reading ancient books, looked up at the referee kneeling in the hall, trembling all over,

"you said, Wang Mang, he went to the Shura hall to fight again?" Bai Li gently closed the ancient books in his hand, frowning slightly, I don't know what he was thinking!

"Yes... Yes, Baili. Wang Mang has just killed a swordsman. Now he is fighting the next opponent in the Shura arena. According to the little man, he wants to experiment with new tricks!"

The middle-aged referee, who trembled like a sieve chaff, even if he replied, his forehead was also close to the ground, and he did not dare to raise it!

"It's going to give me trouble!" Bai Li snorted coldly and patted the ancient books on the table.

"your honor, do you mean to let Wang Mang go back to the space to practice?" A smart looking waiter next to Baili boldly asked,

Baili gave him a cold glance, "what I want to do, when is your turn to tell me what to do?"

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, my Lord! The villain didn't mean it

The smart waiter immediately knelt down and kowtowed to the white official in fear. His forehead was on the hard ground, which was quite abrupt in the quiet hall!

Baili drew back his eyes from him, leaned back on the soft chair, frowned and thought for a while. After a short time, he said, "you don't have to worry about this. I'll find someone to arrange it for Wang Mang's opponent in the future."

Hearing the amnesty, the referee carefully propped up his kneeling body, bowed respectfully to Baili, and walked away from the hall with a little relief.

Baili waited for his referee to leave, looked down at the waiter who kept kowtowing beside him, and waved his hand impatiently, "go away, don't let me see you again, by the way, you go to find the halberd!"

The smart waiter knelt down to thank him again, and then trotted away from the hall. After a few minutes, a halberd in black came in from the entrance of the hall,

"halberd, please see Baili!" He bent his back slightly and bowed his hands respectfully.

Baili looked at the halberd in the hall and finally showed a smile on his face. "Halberd, you don't have to salute like this in the future. It's too troublesome. Wang Mang, who you are responsible for teaching, will be arranged by you in the future."

The halberd brow was wrinkled, and a pair of eyes like hawk and Falcon were puzzled. "Mr. Baili, isn't Wang Mang already through the battle of victory? Why should he continue to arrange opponents?"

Bai Li is also a cold hum, fingers gently knocked on the table, "just for some boring reasons, you can arrange opponents for him, the strength is at least half better than him, so he survived a few games, he will retreat!"

"Yes! Lord Baili Ji bowed and bowed solemnly. He only had to obey Baili's words. As for why, he never thought much,

Baili looked at Ji's serious look, and a smile appeared on his mouth. Then the smile was gradually stiff, and a trace of melancholy appeared on his face.

he gently touched the ancient book on the table, and asked in a low voice: "Ji, you Haven't you realized that level yet? "

The halberd smelled the speech and felt a trace of guilt in his eyes, but he nodded heavily,

"Alas, my health is getting worse and worse. How did I get up at the beginning? Halberd, you can't understand it any more. At the peak, I can still suppress it, but now, I can't help it!"

Bai Li sighed, and his words seemed to contain an unknown past!