In the holy tower, Yuan Haomiao is the strongest!
And what about the three of the five people who helped her stop Yuan Haomiao that day
Lou Qianxue had been practicing and absorbing holy luck before, and had never communicated with the geniuses of the Tianxuan Continent. She didn't know the identities of several saints of the Shengxuan Continent yet. Seeing this scene, she couldn't help but find it interesting. She stood on the tree trunk, looking down, and didn't say a word.
Her eyes swept over Ke Qingsong, who was lying on the ground, lifeless, and seemed to have died unwillingly. A trace of disgust flashed in her eyes.
On the field, the battle between Yuan Haomiao and Jing Hang was about to break out.
The other Saint Pagoda disciples were a little nervous, but not too worried.
After all, Yuan Haomiao had defeated Jing Hang in the previous battle.
Yuan Haomiao's younger brother Yuan Haoran saw that the battle was about to break out, so he ordered everyone to retreat: "Brother will take care of these guys!"
The man who actually defeated his brother that day didn't care about this place.
Moreover, Yuan Haoran stubbornly believed that if Yuan Haomiao had not fought with Lou Qianxue that day, and then fought with Jing Hang, Xue Ji and others in succession, he would not have been defeated.
His brother is in peak condition today, and he is facing a defeated opponent like Jing Hang, so there is no way he can lose, and therefore he is full of confidence.
Mu Zhanfeng looked hesitant: "Jing Hang is very powerful. He is good at using poison. The method he used to kill Ke Qingsong just now was..."
"Shut up!" Yuan Haoran glanced at him impatiently, with naked contempt on his face: "Who the hell is Jing Hang? He was defeated by my brother. You can't even beat Jing Hang, and you still have the nerve to talk nonsense. Who do you think you are?"
Mu Zhanfeng's expression turned slightly cold. He closed his mouth and said no more.
"You really have no self-awareness. You dare to get in front of Master Haoran without even considering your own weight or status."
The other disciples of the Holy Tower were also arrogant and looked at Mu Zhanfeng coldly.
On the Profound Tian Continent, the Saint Pagoda disciples were aloof, and the Profound Tian Continent’s prodigies were not taken seriously by them at all—no, now they would barely take Lou Qianxue seriously.
But they really wanted to kill Lou Qianxue. After killing Lou Qianxue, those so-called geniuses in Tianxuan Continent would be just ants in their eyes.
"Humph, the Holy Profound Continent bullied their way into the Holy Land. These so-called Tianxuan Continent prodigies can't even help us. They even took the initiative to give away their holy luck and hold us back. I really don't know what use they are!"
Yuan Haomiao is the strongest among the disciples of the Holy Pagoda, and Yuan Haoran is Yuan Haomiao's younger brother. Now that Yuan Haoran has made his attitude clear, other disciples of the Holy Pagoda have begun to step on Mu Zhanfeng and curry favor with Yuan Haoran one after another.
Mu Zhanfeng's expression became increasingly cold.
The people around him also looked unhappy.
They were able to follow Mu Zhanfeng, so they naturally had a good relationship with him. They were more or less friends. Moreover, the Saint Pagoda disciples said that it was not just Mu Zhanfeng who was holding back, but they were also implicated...
Although their cultivation was indeed not as good as that of the people from the Holy Xuan Continent, they had never thought of giving up and had been striving hard to defeat the Holy Son of the Holy Xuan Continent. Now that they were humiliated by the disciples of the Holy Tower, they were naturally unhappy.
Mu Zhanfeng raised his eyes, and looked at the man with his cold and sharp eyes: "We have been defeated many times, but I have never heard of your Holy Tower winning many times. You are proud and look down on us. It doesn't matter. However, before you look down on us, you should defeat them first!"
Having said this, he paused and continued, "I heard that all ten disciples of your Holy Pagoda were defeated by the Holy Son of Holy Xuan Continent!"
(End of this chapter)