Jing Hang saw the warning in Lou Qianxue's words and curled his lips: "Forget it, this is your territory, so whatever you say is fine."
This means giving up the hunt for Yuan Haomiao and other disciples of the Holy Pagoda.
He looked at Meilian and Xueji and said, "Let's go."
Their Holy Luck, like that of the Holy Pagoda disciples, was all lost to Lou Qianxue. Now they must plunder Holy Luck again as soon as possible, otherwise, they will have no chance to reach the pinnacle and strive for the White Jade Chair.
But in the blink of an eye.
The people from the Holy Tower and the Holy Son of the Holy Xuan Continent all left without a trace.
Lou Qianxue and her group should have been the first to leave, but they were the last to leave.
Mu Zhanfeng snorted softly: "The Holy Tower has such a transcendent status outside the domain. I thought that the people inside were all transcendent and otherworldly, but I didn't expect... It's really disappointing."
Jian Wushuang had no expression on his face: "Only the sword will not let people down."
These are words worthy of a swordsman.
Xuehua, the second best swordsman of Tianshan Sword Sect, couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.
Prince Yu also chuckled: "There is no need to have too high expectations of others. With our talents, it is only a matter of time before we surpass them."
Lou Qianxue's eyebrows moved: "It's not a matter of sooner or later."
Brush, brush, brush.
Everyone looked at her.
A faint smile appeared on her beautiful and delicate face: "It will be very soon."
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they all laughed.
However, whether it was Mu Zhanfeng, Jian Wushuang, or Taizi Yu, their talents were all terrifyingly monstrous, so perhaps what Lou Qianxue said was not wrong.
"They're all gone, so let's not waste time."
Lou Qianxue smiled and said, "All of you follow me."
"Where are we going?" Mu Zhanfeng and others were curious.
"You will know when the time comes."
"good."
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Lou Qianxue led the way, and the group flew towards a place.
After a while.
The group stopped beside a canyon.
Lou Qianxue pointed to the middle of the canyon and said, "There is a lot of holy luck in here. Zhanfeng, brother, Wushuang, Xuehua, go down and absorb it."
The four of them were stunned for a moment.
Others looked at them with envy, but did not ask for anything, nor were they jealous.
After all, their relationship with Lou Qianxue was not that close.
"Qianxue, you are the one who has the best chance of reaching the top, so you should go and absorb the holy luck."
Lou Qianxue just sat cross-legged: "My Saint Luck is enough, and what the people in the Saint Tower said is right. No matter how powerful I am, I can only occupy a white jade chair, while the Saint Xuan Continent has four Saint Sons."
Prince Yu instantly understood what Lou Qianxue meant.
"You mean to let the four of us compete with the other four people from Shengxuan Continent for the white jade chair?"
Lou Qianxue nodded: "I will naturally not watch the position of the Holy Son of Tianxuan Continent fall into the hands of the people of Shengxuan Continent, and I will never help the people of the Holy Tower, so I can only ask you for help."
A sharp light flashed across Jian Wushuang's eyes, and he nodded: "Don't worry, we won't let you down!"
They are all top geniuses from outside the domain.
Because of the rapid development of martial arts in recent years, their growth is no slower than that of the disciples of the Holy Pagoda.
This time, the Holy Tower sent ten disciples into the holy land, and except Yuan Haomiao, no one was their match.
Prince Yu has the Supreme Glazed Body, Jian Wushuang and Xue Hua have both cultivated sword bodies, and Mu Zhanfeng has also become much more powerful after receiving training from her current teacher Lou Xuanji some time ago.
In Lou Qianxue's eyes, the four of them were no weaker than Yuan Haomiao. She naturally believed in them and also believed in her own judgment!
(End of this chapter)