Mu Zhanfeng fought Jing Hang for more than a hundred moves and was finally defeated.
Blood flowed from the corners of his lips and dripped onto the ground. After being defeated, Shengyun behind him staggered towards Jinghang.
Jing Hang took over the Holy Luck and looked at Mu Zhanfeng with complicated eyes: "Hey! You look barely good, why don't you come with us to Shengxuan Continent? In that case, I will share some of the Holy Luck with you and guarantee that you can sit on the white jade chair, how about it?"
Mu Zhanfeng's face was gloomy. Jing Hang seemed to be of the same generation as him, but he defeated him. He did not have too much resentment in his heart. Instead, he admired him a little. However, it was impossible for him to betray the Tianxuan Continent.
"roll!"
He scolded in a low voice.
Even if I lose, I will never lose my pride.
Moreover, what Jing Hang and the others said before was very true. The loss of Holy Fortune was indeed related to the ruthless plundering of Holy Xuan Continent. However, they were too weak to protect Holy Fortune. How could they not be responsible
Jing Hang raised his eyebrows: "What a pity."
Then he called Meilian and Xueji: "Let's go."
The two nodded, turned around and were about to leave...
"stop!"
A cold, powerful, and even commanding voice suddenly sounded.
Everyone in the room was stunned.
next moment!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several figures came from a distance.
Everyone sensed those auras and looked up in that direction. They saw several people wearing the clothes of Saint Pagoda disciples flying over, and behind them were many geniuses from the Profound Sky Continent.
soon!
Most of the Tianxuan Continent's geniuses, led by Yuan Haomiao, stopped in front of the crowd and looked at Jing Hang and the other two with unfriendly expressions.
Yuan Haomiao said in a cold voice: "Hand over your holy luck."
"Tsk! It's you!" Mei Lian said with a charming smile: "A defeated general is here to challenge us. Why, do you think you can beat us just because you have a backer? What a fantasy!"
Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned for a moment.
I have heard that the five saints of Shengxuan Continent had fought against ten disciples of the Saint Pagoda of Tianxuan Continent, and the disciples of the Saint Pagoda were defeated...
Unexpectedly, today, people from Shengxuan Continent would come forward in front of the disciples of the Holy Pagoda.
Swish, swish, swish!
Everyone looked at the Saint Pagoda disciples.
The faces of the Saint Pagoda disciples in the field all looked unhappy.
Yuan Haomiao clenched his fists slightly: "If you weren't mean, how could you have defeated me? Besides, between the three of you and me, who is the loser? Do I need to tell you?"
He is the number one among the disciples of the Holy Pagoda. Of course, it is impossible that he cannot be defeated by a genius from the Holy Xuan Continent.
As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Hang and Mei Lian's faces turned ugly.
At that time, both of them were defeated by Yuan Haomiao!
"It seems that you are not convinced. If you are not convinced, then let's fight again!"
Jing Hang smiled coldly: "You brought so much Holy Luck, we gladly accepted it. You are really considerate. If we look for so much Holy Luck slowly, we don't know how long it will take!"
"Ridiculous! You should prepare your holy luck and offer it to us!" The battle that day ended with Yuan Haomiao's defeat. His reputation suffered a blow to some extent and he has never been able to get over this hurdle in his heart. Today, he must defeat these three people before he can let go of this matter from his heart.
Ke Qingsong and Yuan Haomiao were both from the Holy Pagoda, so he was familiar with Yuan Haomiao. Seeing Yuan Haomiao was very confident, he became bolder and sneered at Jing Hang, Mei Lian and Xue Ji: "With my Senior Brother Yuan here today, you are dead!"
Then he looked at Yuan Haomiao and said, "Brother Yuan, they just said they wanted to kill me. You must avenge me!"
(End of this chapter)