"Master, am I going to spar with you?" Zhao Feng asked with excitement.

He wondered, "Is Master going to give me extra training and teach me some great skills?"

However, the next second, the answer rendered him dumbfounded.

"No, not me. You will spar with Mengmeng." Zhang Han showed Zhao Feng a mysterious smile.

"Really? Okay, Mengmeng, let's spar." Zhao Feng laughed and headed backward dozens of meters, facing ...