at this time.
Looking at the absolutely beautiful Lou Qianxue, dressed in white, standing under the gorgeous scarlet Holy Luck, Mei Lian, Xue Ji and Jing Hang, the three chosen ones from the Holy Xuan Continent, all had a bad premonition in their hearts.
Although he hasn't faced Lou Qianxue yet.
But they vaguely felt that perhaps, this absolutely beautiful woman would be the biggest variable in their entry into the Profound Tian Continent to seize the Holy Luck and the position of Holy Son!
Even Yuan Haomiao only made them pay a little attention to him before...
And this Lou Qianxue is worthy of her reputation as the one who suppresses an generation.
A monster that has never been defeated!
Jing Hang's pale face was extremely gloomy. He stared at Lou Qianxue with his eyes changing constantly, as if he was thinking about something.
"You guys say..." Mei Lian whispered: "Compared to Lou Qianxue..."
She hasn't said the name yet...
"impossible!"
"Won't!"
Xue Ji and Jing Hang both rejected the idea: "No matter how powerful Lou Qianxue is, she can never be his opponent!"
Mei Lian nodded and breathed a sigh of relief: "I think so too."
“Cough... cough cough…” Yuan Haomiao was seriously injured, with several broken ribs. His face was as pale as paper, and he kept coughing up blood. He staggered to his feet from the ground. He was so proud and high-spirited before, but at this moment, he was incredibly weak.
"You shouldn't be so strong!" He covered his chest and said coldly to Lou Qianxue: "A few days ago, you were obviously not so strong!"
Lou Qianxue raised her eyebrows: "What does it have to do with you?"
At that time, most of her Yuanli had been consumed, and her Holy Luck was not as good as Yuan Haomiao's. Naturally, she was weak to Yuan Haomiao. But now, her Yuanli is at its peak, and her Holy Luck is much more than Yuan Haomiao. If she can't crush Yuan Haomiao even with this, then she doesn't need to continue practicing!
"Do you want to fight again?"
She asked calmly, "No matter what you choose, I will accompany you to the end."
Yuan Haomiao was silent for a moment: "I admit defeat."
"Qianxue won!" Mu Zhanfeng and others were very excited.
"As expected of Qianxue, no matter what kind of opponent she faces, she will never lose!"
"Elder Qianxue must be extremely powerful, otherwise he wouldn't be able to become an elder of our Tianshan Sword Sect!"
The two swordsmen from the Tianshan Sword Sect also showed a rare happy expression.
In any case, they never expected that an ordinary woman they brought back from Longmen Town that day would grow to such a level in just less than two years!
Lou Qianxue heard the noise, turned her head to look at them, then retracted her gaze and looked at Yuan Haomiao: "Hand over Shengyun."
"You!" Yuan Haomiao's expression changed slightly.
Yuan Haoran and other Saint Pagoda disciples were even more angry: "Lou Qianxue, are you crazy?"
“Even if you are more powerful than Master Haomiao, when you ascend the white jade chair, you can only sit on one white jade chair. With Master Haomiao’s holy luck, he can also occupy a seat in the white jade chair. This way, all the white jade chairs in our Tianxuan Continent will not be obtained by the Holy Son of Shengxuan Continent!”
"That's right! For the sake of the Profound Sky Continent and justice, you cannot take away Master Haomiao's divine destiny!"
"How ridiculous! I can do whatever I want with the Holy Luck I gained from my victory. Who do you think you are to give me orders? Moreover, if I lose this battle, will you leave the Holy Luck to me?"
Lou Qianxue's eyebrows were filled with coldness. Her beautiful eyes looked at Yuan Haomiao as if she had no emotion: "Yuan Haomiao, I just want to ask you, will you hand over the Holy Luck or not?"
Continue in the afternoon.
(End of this chapter)