After the exclamation, there was an eerie silence. Everyone stared at the black-robed man on the platform as if they had seen a ghost. He, he, he actually defeated the Venerable
That was the master of the sect! How could a master with the strength of a god be defeated by a cultivator from the lower world? When did the people from the lower world become so powerful
At this time, several immortals who were sitting stood up involuntarily, their faces full of shock. They thought that the sect master should win in the end, so they did not stop it.
They also thought that this man in black robe was so arrogant that he should suffer some setbacks and blows, but they didn't expect that this would be a slap in their faces!
A dignified sect master was actually defeated by a cultivator from the lower realm. If this were to get out, it would become a joke.
Just now, the black-robed man was so fast that they wanted to stop him or offer help, but it was too late. They could only watch this scene happen...
Feng Jiu looked at him with a smile, her face full of pride. This is her man! Hers! Look at him, how outstanding he is!
On the high platform, a handsome man in black robes who looked like a god stood with one hand behind his back and the other hand on his abdomen. His black robes fluttered in the wind, and he exuded an unparalleled aura of dignity and a powerful, sharp and overwhelming pressure. After this battle, his name, Xuanyuan Moze, and his handsome appearance were deeply imprinted in the minds of tens of thousands of disciples from these four sects...
"Oh my goodness, he's even more powerful than Fengjiu!" The Lingmu Venerable blinked his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and looked surprised. I didn't expect that this kid could be so powerful without making any noise. It's true that the real person doesn't show his true colors, and if he shows his true colors, he's not the real person!
“Oh, it’s good. I didn’t realize you have good taste! This kid is really good.” The beautiful venerable glanced at Fengjiu and lightly bumped into her.
Fengjiu raised her chin proudly, looking as proud as a fox: "Of course, don't you see whose man you are!"
“Since you are so powerful, I’d like to see how powerful you are!” Another venerable from the sect slammed the table and flew out, standing in the middle of the stage, staring at Xuanyuan Moze with a sharp gaze: “Do you dare to challenge me to a fight?”
Before Xuanyuan Moze could speak, Feng Jiu, who was always protective of her, was not happy. She snorted coldly and walked out, walked in front of the venerable, and said, "I didn't see that!"
“What can’t you see?” The venerable glanced at Feng Jiu, who was dressed in men’s clothing, and frowned slightly. It was really outrageous that a woman dressed up as a man.
Feng Jiu glanced at him and said lightly, "I didn't realize you were so shameless!"
"You!" The venerable was furious and wanted to fight, but he felt that it was beneath his dignity to fight with a woman, so he snorted coldly, "How dare you!"
A powerful divine pressure suddenly came out and covered Fengjiu, as if he wanted to force her back with the pressure. But who would have thought that after his pressure came out, the woman in front of him still stood in front of him with the same expression as before, raising her eyebrows and staring at him with contempt, which made him annoyed.