The Great Martial Saint!

Chapter 849 The Turbulent Winds of Change, the Clash of the Mystic Spirits (Seeking Monthly Tickets~)

"Elder of the Mingchang Clan".

Lady Biluo's gentle voice rang out in the banquet, instantly easing the tense atmosphere.

"To be ranked alongside the prodigies is a great honor; how can one be so quick to anger?"

Lady Biluo's voice was soft, melodious, and gentle, subtly containing a calming power.

Ji Mingchang, undeterred, raised his hand to stop Lady Biluo from speaking.

"Hahaha"

He stared down, then burst into laughter.

"Indeed, you are a rising star, living up to your reputation. Lord Chen is a young prodigy, decisive and resolute, with a renowned name. I was momentarily tempted and thus offended you. Please forgive my slight!"

Ji Mingchang's voice was bold and his face was smiling; his attitude was completely different from before.

Looking at Ji Mingchang, whose attitude had changed drastically, Chen Ping'an remained calm: "Special Envoy Ji, next time, please make things clear before you speak. I am a straightforward person and not one to joke around."

"Of course, of course." The sword intent in the arena dissipated, and Ji Mingchang's smile deepened: "I have admired geniuses since my youth, and I have long admired the Grandmasters on the Wind and Cloud Ranking. Now that Lord Chen has made it onto two lists at once, I am overjoyed and thus lost my composure. Please forgive me for any offense I may have caused."

Ji Mingchang's words were delivered with extreme humility. Even among close friends, such conversations are rare, let alone given the two individuals' previous circumstances and the fact that they were in the public eye.

Chen Ping'an smiled, downed his drink in one gulp, and said, "Since it's a misunderstanding, then so be it. As for your words of forgiveness..."

Before Chen Ping'an could finish speaking, Ji Mingchang raised his hand, and a pot of spirit wine floated out.

"This is a fine wine from my Bicang Prefecture, Biyan Wine. If Lord Chen does not mind, please have a taste."

Looking at the lustrous jade-green spirit wine pot in front of him, Chen Ping'an smiled gently.

"You're too kind, Envoy Ji."

As they spoke, the wine jug poured out, releasing a fragrant aroma that, like fine wine, flowed into the wine cup.

Chen Pingan took a sip and felt a cool, burning sensation rising from his throat.

It's as if the ice is boiling hot underneath, spreading out and churning freely, stimulating the taste buds and sense of smell.

"Not bad," Chen Ping'an commented.

It has a gentle initial taste, a powerful aftertaste, and an unforgettable flavor.

It was considered a high-quality spirit wine among near-fourth-tier spirit wines. Although it didn't offer much benefit to his cultivation, it did improve his condition to some extent.

"I'm glad you like it, Lord Chen." Ji Mingchang smiled gently.

Chen Ping'an did not answer, but drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

The previous topic seems to have been put to rest.

Ji Mingchang laughed heartily, a tacit understanding naturally present.

These changes in circumstances were truly unexpected by many in the audience.

The vast majority of people present had never met Ji Mingchang before and knew nothing about his temperament or personality. Even those who had some knowledge of him had no deep understanding of him.

But the current situation has clearly caught many people off guard.

Especially a few individuals who were waiting to see the show.

Cao Penghai was a little dumbfounded. A big show had just been over.

Is there another motive, or...
Leng Yunhe's mouth was slightly open, his expression somewhat stunned. He had never imagined that Ji Mingchang would be the one to back down in the end.

Even though Ji Mingchang offered an explanation, he still couldn't quite grasp the situation.

As he sat down, Mr. Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that the two had let the matter drop, Old Monster Black Rock withdrew his gaze, his thoughts unknown.

Lady Biluo smiled charmingly and gave Ji Mingchang a deep look.

"That old guy."

He wouldn't let her do favors, but he did it himself.

Against the backdrop of such a tense struggle for the throne of the Prince, the fact that this old fellow could still barely maintain neutrality is truly remarkable.

Chen Ping'an didn't delve into Ji Mingchang's thoughts or psychological changes, nor was he interested in doing so.

Is it a tentative probe driven by curiosity? Or a sudden change of attitude?
Exploring these things is meaningless to him.

All he needed to know was that someone had a sharp blade, and then he would draw his sword and strike.

Now that the other party has taken the initiative to back down and offered him some spirit wine, he decided to let the matter drop since it didn't affect his interests.

This incident did not affect the progress of the banquet.

Everyone present was a shrewd individual from their respective fields, and before long, the atmosphere became harmonious, warm, and extremely pleasant.

The conversation flowed freely, creating a lively atmosphere.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, it has been ten years since we last parted ways."

"Haha, Elder Tong, how have you been?"

"Master Hua, I will never forget your kindness in refining my pills back then."

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Amidst the cacophony of conversation, Chen Ping'an didn't participate much, focusing instead on savoring his spiritual wine.

He didn't know when it started, but the high-grade spirit wine that was once hard to find had now become readily available to him.

The jar of spirit wine that Ji Mingchang gifted would already be a highlight at some ordinary auctions.

Selling a crystal for several thousand yuan is not a problem at all.

If the quantity weren't a little small, even ten or twenty thousand yuan worth of crystals wouldn't be unusual.

Such items are extremely extravagant luxuries, even for a grandmaster of martial arts.

Not to mention the general public who live in the world.

In the past, he had heard rumors that some people would spend tens of thousands of spirit crystals just to win a pot of spirit wine and get drunk. But today, the rumors have become reality and have become a part of his life.

It's not surprising that rumors are being reflected in his life; what's truly astonishing is that these very rumors are now appearing around him, and he's become accustomed to them.

It's unclear when it started, but every move he made, even the slightest thing that slipped through his fingers, became enough to move others and make them feel like they were unattainable.

Chen Ping'an sipped the spirit wine. Although the high-grade spirit wine was fiery, it was nothing to his cultivation level. Even someone at his current cultivation level should be able to digest the essence of this spirit wine.

As a grandmaster of the wind and clouds, he always has some unique characteristics.

He had already inspected this flask of spirit wine when Ji Mingchang delivered it. It contained no toxins, the wine was pure, and it was impervious to any underhanded tricks.

In fact, once you reach the Grandmaster level, ordinary underhanded methods are no longer acceptable.

This is especially true now that he has reached this point.

Although there are extraordinary poisons in this world that can poison even the most skilled martial artists, the methods of administering these poisons are all cunning and deceitful.

It is not that simply adding it to the wine will make it effective.

Those who have cultivated to the level of a martial arts master possess this level of sensitivity. No matter how secretly they do it, there will always be a flaw.

The atmosphere was quite harmonious. During the conversation, Ji Mingchang suggested that they add some prizes. If anyone at the banquet was interested, they could show off their skills to liven up the event.

This move naturally garnered a lot of support.

Banquets for entertainment are a long-standing tradition.

At present, Ji Mingchang's proposal naturally has many people happy to give him face.

The banquet was held amidst shimmering lakes. Following Ji Mingchang's suggestion and the agreement of the others, people would occasionally step forward to showcase their talents.

Some people were wielding swords, some were wielding axes, some were painting on the lake, and some were even stirring the weather with their true energy to create beautiful scenery for all to enjoy.

However, most of those who appeared were of lower or middle status among the banquet guests. Their purposes varied: some wanted to leave an impression, some wanted to curry favor, and others wanted to demonstrate their value.

Of course, there are also those who go simply for the prize.

Although it's called a prize, it's actually a prize offered by a powerful, top-tier pseudo-celestial being, and for most of the people present, it's a spiritual item of extremely high value.

After enjoying the food, the banquet was naturally a joyous occasion.

During this time, Chen Ping'an also met Leng Yunhe, the deputy head of the Xuanling Prefecture's Garrison Command, who, as the host, put on a show. His movements were graceful and elegant.

It actually added a touch of charm to his thinness.

Indeed, those who can cultivate to the level of Grandmaster in martial arts are all exceptional individuals, renowned figures in the outside world.

Back in the day, when Chen Ping'an held a position in Weishui County and was the deputy head of the state's military command, he was already considered a very important figure.

But now, he has become someone who amuses him at this grand banquet.

Even among the most outstanding individuals, there are always those stronger than oneself, and there is always someone better.

Like a prodigy who rises to fame in a single city, but upon reaching the prefecture capital, though not exactly forgotten, the prodigy is no longer the same. Even those renowned throughout the state, upon venturing beyond, discover they are but a drop in the ocean.

Even among those like the Hidden Dragon Prodigy, renowned throughout the dynasty, there are still distinctions of rank and status.

Even if a hidden dragon rises to power, looking at the great talents of the dynasty throughout history and across the long river of time, he may not be the most amazing one.

Humans are born as islands, and may end up as islands themselves.

However, through their interactions and experiences, they also developed a sense of comparison.

They once had lofty ambitions, wishing to weigh the world with their own hands, but later most people realized that they were ignorant of their own limitations and who they were writing for.

As for the remaining small group, their will gradually faded under constant blows.

How vast was the territory of the dynasty! To weigh the world in one's hand—how arrogant!

In the past, when I was still insignificant, I harbored such thoughts, probably because I was like a frog in a well, unaware of the vastness of the world. Only after venturing out into the world did I realize the height of the sky and the breadth of the earth, and understand my past arrogance and my present insignificance.

Among countless people, perhaps one day, one person will emerge who truly sees through this world, who understands the vastness of heaven and earth, and then utters those words.

"I would measure the world with my own hands!"

A change in circumstances can lead to a transformation from seeing mountains as mountains and water as water, to seeing neither mountains nor water, and then back to seeing mountains and water again.

Although it's the same phrase, the feelings are completely different. Although it's the same beautiful scenery, the mood is entirely different.

Villages, towns, small cities, prefectural cities, major cities, state capitals.
The sky in this world is far wider than one can imagine.

Even if one cultivates to the level of a celestial being, able to overlook the world, one may still not truly see this world clearly.

Whether it was from drinking the spiritual wine or from being in seclusion for too long and having little free time, Chen Ping'an felt joyful upon seeing this entertainment, and his thoughts began to wander.

All parties displayed their strengths, but the competition eventually came to an end. In the end, a guest elder from the Xuanling Chamber of Commerce won the prize that Ji Mingchang had offered.

But Ji Mingchang was clearly not satisfied. Besides him, there were quite a few pseudo-celestial beings who were also aroused.

They were people of high status, and such occasions were rare for them. Ordinary people, no matter how grand the occasion, would never experience the same joy.

The Xuanling Feast is now perfectly timed.

"Gentlemen, why don't we exchange ideas and discuss the Dao together?" a pseudo-celestial being suggested.

"That's right, showcasing only one's strengths isn't enough to satisfy everyone. Why not have a martial arts contest and see who's better?" someone shouted in agreement.

"Absolutely, absolutely!"

The atmosphere in the arena was one of great excitement.

Ji Mingchang was not yet satisfied, and seeing someone say such a thing, he happily said, "How about I add a large medicinal herb and a spiritual item as a prize for this competition?"

As he spoke, he looked around and asked, "Fellow Daoists, would you be willing to add one or two more?"

Master Hua stroked his beard, his smile amiable: "It's rare to see fellow Daoists in such high spirits. This old man will also share in the joy and add a bottle of pills."

"Good, Mr. Hua is very generous," Ji Mingchang praised.

“In that case, I will also add a piece of the treasure mine,” a senior pseudo-celestial being responded.

"Excellent! I'll join in and add my own spice."

One after another, the voices of pseudo-celestial beings rang out, and before long, the prize money became extremely considerable.

"Then I'll join in the fun." Lady Biluo smiled charmingly, and a small jar of spiritual tea appeared in her light gauze hand: "Great Snow Mountain, one jar of precious Snow Spirit Leaf."

"Lady Biluo is truly generous," a pseudo-celestial being praised.

Ji Mingchang smiled politely and said, "Madam has gone to great lengths."

Of all the prizes offered by everyone, Lady Biluo's was among the top three.

As everyone talked, the prize money was quickly settled.

Although it's called a prize, when all parties involved are accounted for, its value is quite significant, even for a top-tier pseudo-celestial being.

Under this temptation, many people in the room were already tempted.

Even those who are falsely celestial beings are likely destined for their fate.

Clearly, they hadn't anticipated that a casual sparring match would yield such a generous gift. If they could secure this victory, it would be a considerable achievement, even for them. With accumulated experience, it could save them decades of effort.

However, before these pseudo-celestial beings could even make a move, Ji Mingchang completely extinguished their ambitions.

"Since this is just a friendly exchange, then we old folks don't need to get involved. If we really get into a fight, that wouldn't be good."

Ji Mingchang's words made sense, and he quickly gained the approval of the crowd.

Even those who harbored resentment dared not express their opinions due to the power and influence they wielded.

If the pseudo-celestial beings were to take action, the commotion would be too great. If a real fight were to break out, the impact would likely extend far beyond what is currently known.

In contrast, the Grandmasters are different. Even when they get serious, the presence of these old guys can still stabilize the situation.

"Lord Chen, would you be interested in participating?" Ji Mingchang asked with a pleasant expression.

and many more!

At this moment, many people have already realized what's happening.

Love is waiting here!
If the pseudo-celestial being doesn't make a move, who among you present would be Chen Ping'an's match?
If this is supposed to be a lucky draw, isn't it the same as giving it away for free?
Is this Ji Mingchang's idea?
Lady Biluo's expression was gentle and charming, with a smile on her face; it was unclear whether she had already anticipated this.

However, under these circumstances, stopping them would not only be disrespectful to Ji Changming, but also offend Chen Ping'an. Given the current situation, they have no choice but to go with the flow.

To everyone's surprise, Chen Ping'an did not agree to participate in the sparring session.

"I have no interest whatsoever."

"He refused?" Chen Ping'an's reaction surprised many people. After all, this resource was practically a free gift to Chen Ping'an.

If he were to participate in the battle, among the Grandmasters present, who would be his match?

Grandmaster of Wind and Cloud!
The value of these words is self-evident.

To be honest, given this momentum, many pseudo-celestial beings present assessed that if a fight were to break out, they might not be a match for Chen Ping'an.

Even a powerful pseudo-celestial being like him boasted that he might not be able to defeat Chen Ping'an.

Under such circumstances, Chen Ping'an's refusal was clearly somewhat unexpected.

However, some people looking at Chen Ping'an suddenly remembered a sentence he had said in the past.

"Chen's blade is only for life and death!"

Is it
Some people were shaken, vaguely guessing what might have happened.

"Since Lord Chen is unwilling, then I will not force him." Ji Mingchang laughed heartily: "Speaking of which, Lord Chen did remind me that today's grand banquet is indeed not suitable for fighting."

Let's agree that we cannot use weapons in this sparring session. We should rely entirely on secret techniques, fists, and the understanding of our cultivation levels, so as to avoid using weapons and damaging our harmony.

Fellow Daoists, what do you think?

Ji Mingchang looked around, seeking opinions.

Ok?
What does this old guy mean?
Some of the false celestial beings harbored doubts, and people like Xu Quan had already frowned in their hearts.

Those who can cultivate to the level of a Grandmaster will naturally possess considerable skill and understanding of martial arts. However, for some Grandmasters, the absence of weapons would not represent their peak.

If such an agreement is made, then
Some people, who were falsely claiming to be celestial beings, were pondering and wanted to refuse.

But now that Ji Mingchang had taken the initiative to make the suggestion, they couldn't refuse him. They could only place their hopes on others.

But after a while, they remained silent.

"Fellow Daoist Ji, your considerations are thorough; I think it's excellent." Master Hua was the first to notice and agree with Ji Mingchang's suggestion.

As a rogue cultivator of the Xuanling realm, it made no difference to him who won the prize.

"I have no objection." Lady Biluo smiled charmingly and agreed to Ji Mingchang's proposal.

Among the top pseudo-celestial beings present, one made a suggestion, and of the remaining three, two had already agreed.

There's no point in relying on the remaining Black Rock Old Monster. The Hengshan Sect is known for its emphasis on physical training, so this agreement is actually to their advantage.

Even if the other pseudo-celestial beings were unwilling, seeing this situation, they knew that the die was cast.

As for the grandmasters in the arena, they had no right to speak at all.

Ji Mingchang looked around and, seeing that no one objected, finally fixed his gaze on Chen Ping'an.

"What do you think, Lord Chen?"

Ji Mingchang smiled warmly and asked Chen Ping'an for his opinion.

The opinions of other grandmasters can be disregarded, but Chen Ping'an's opinion still needs to be sought.

Chen Ping'an drank a cup of spiritual wine, indicating that he had no objections.

"Since fellow Daoists have no objections, then so be it!" Ji Mingchang finalized the matter.

Then, the exchange began, and interested participants could come forward to exchange ideas.

"Yan Hong, you shall start the event!" Ji Mingchang pointed to someone, and a tall, imposing man with broad shoulders and a thick waist stood up from the banquet below.

His physique was secondary; what was most striking were his fleshy hands, which, from a distance, looked as if he had prayer cushions hanging on his arms.

A black palm signifies an iron will.

This person was one of Ji Mingchang's entourage, a martial arts grandmaster with formidable combat power.

"Yes, elder."

The man grinned and looked around.

"Fellow Daoists, Yan Hong, a first-class guest elder of the Bicang County Prince's Mansion, please give me your guidance."

At that moment, many people realized the truth.

Is this what Ji Mingchang is planning?
I was wondering why they were going around in circles; it turns out they were here to establish their authority.

Some people are insightful and have a clear understanding of the situation.

Black Rock Old Monster sat in the front row, grinning widely, looking at the people below with some disdain.

Yan Hong?

He wondered why Ji Mingchang was so kind, even paving the way for them.

So that's where it was.

only.
Black Rock Old Monster grinned, his expression calm and composed.

Did they really think that just anyone could win this game?
During his time in Xuanling City, he has influenced Xiaopeng quite a bit.

Although Xiao Peng is a complete mess when it comes to handling things, his physical training is passable, albeit to a certain extent.

He's just as good as he was back then.

If one could use external tools, even among grandmasters, the chances of success wouldn't be guaranteed. But if this restriction is added, then I'm really sorry to say.

Hum
Black Rock Old Monster sneered inwardly, somewhat impatient to see the expression on Ji Mingchang's face when he lost this match.

Cao Penghai, sitting below, was also extremely excited and eager to try.

When he heard the rules, he felt as if they were designed just for him.

He cultivates physical strength, making him physically powerful. In terms of combat power, he is among the top three in Xuanling Heavy City and has the potential to become number one.

But if the restriction of not being able to use weapons is added, then he will be invincible among the Grandmasters of Xuanling Heavy City!
Let alone this Yan Hong, he was confident he could even take on Chen Ping'an, the ruthless swordsman.

Not only can you bump into it, you can even win!

While the dagger was powerful, he was far inferior. But if he couldn't use weapons, his confidence would surge again.

Even if you can't use weapons, what good is a Grandmaster of Wind and Cloud? You'll still be defeated!

It's a pity.
The reckless swordsman never leaves the battlefield.

Cao Penghai felt somewhat regretful.

If Mang Dao were to participate, with these restrictive rules in place, he might be able to redeem Hengshan Sect. He could also demonstrate his abilities in front of Elder Heiyan, showing the elder that Cao Penghai wasn't as useless as the elder claimed.

Lady Biluo looked on with a charming expression, observing the scene with great interest, seemingly lost in thought.

With the appearance of Yan Hong from the Bicang County Prince's Mansion, others soon came forward to challenge him to a duel.

This is a Grandmaster in the Heavenly Martial Pavilion, usually skilled in axe techniques. However, he cannot use swords at this moment, which greatly limits his combat power.

However, his axe technique is wide and sweeping, and even without the axe blade, his combat power is still considerable.

"Please enlighten me." Yan Hong bowed respectfully.

boom!
The two then began to fight, witnessed by everyone present.

Among those present, even the lowest-ranking martial artist possessed the cultivation level of a Grandmaster, making them among the strongest. The slight aftershocks posed no real threat.

What was expected to be a fierce battle turned out to be a defeat for the Grandmaster of Tianwu Pavilion in just a few moves.

"How is this possible?" The grandmaster was incredulous, feeling the numbness in his arm from the shock, his eyes filled with horror.

"Thank you for the concession." Yan Hong smiled easily.

"This person is incredibly strong!"

Some people in the arena saw through the trick: Yan Hong was definitely a martial arts grandmaster who had reached the peak of his cultivation. His palm strikes were domineering, and ordinary grandmasters couldn't withstand more than a few moves from him.

However, as the Grandmaster of Tianwu Pavilion was defeated, someone stepped forward at almost the same moment.

"Xuanling Chamber of Commerce, Chu Xuyang, please enlighten me."

Chu Xuyang made his move!

Chu Xuyang, a Grandmaster-level expert renowned throughout Xuanling City, is a member of the Xuanling Chamber of Commerce.

Most importantly, unlike the one from Tianwu Pavilion, Chu Xuyang is famous for his fist techniques. If the two were to meet, it would surely be a fierce battle.

Many people in the audience looked expectant and held high hopes for the event.

Unfortunately, they were destined to be disappointed in this battle.

Faced with Yan Hong's domineering palm force, Chu Xuyang couldn't even last ten moves. With a loud explosion, he was forced back, and blood was already seeping from the corner of his mouth amidst the shockwave.

"I," Chu Xuyang looked at his hands, somewhat incredulous.

"Yan Hong wins!" A false celestial being declared the verdict.

"That palm strike is terrifying!"

"Even Chu Xuyang is no match for him?"

"What kind of cultivation technique is this?"

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In the arena, a grandmaster looked solemnly at the imposing man with hands like a prayer mat and heavy black hair.

"Is there anyone else willing to come up and learn from me?" Yan Hong smiled slightly, a hint of arrogance in his expression.

"I'll do it!" Another grandmaster volunteered.

This sparring match was very rewarding, and even though Yan Hong was formidable, they were unwilling to give up easily.

Unfortunately, this battle ended in defeat once again.

Then, one after another, people stepped forward, but without exception, they all met the same fate.

During the process, Cao Penghai was eager to try, but was stopped by the gaze of the Black Rock Monster.

Cao Penghai looked excited, understanding what Elder Heiyan meant.

Sometimes, if you go in too early, even if you win, it's not very meaningful.

If that's the case, then let him be patient a little longer.

When others have given up hope, let him step in and make the final decision.

Cao Penghai has absolute confidence in his physical training.

Yokoyama Sect is renowned for its external martial arts techniques, and among the Grandmasters, he is one of the best.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be the one to sit in this position guarding Xuanling Heavy City.

"This Yan Hong"

The easy victories in a row made everyone in the arena look serious, their eyes filled with apprehension.

The frequency of people volunteering for the front lines began to decrease, and the intervals between them began to lengthen.

Another event has come to an end, and some astute individuals have made their judgments.

"Combat power comparable to that of the Storm Riders!"

Some who were not strong enough sighed in despair and gave up the competition.

"Is there anyone else?" Yan Hong grinned, his hand seeming to have grown even bigger.

The black halo flowed, seemingly containing an unspeakable domineering power.

"If there is no one there, then this spoils of war shall be mine."

Lan Taiwen, sitting in the middle of the room, suddenly stood up, his expression hardening.

"Lantai Wen, please enlighten me!"

boom!
A powerful aura erupted, and Lan Wentai's figure flashed, appearing in mid-air.

His expression was solemn as he looked at the man in front of him.

Limited by his weapon, he could not unleash his full power. His opponent's combat strength was close to that of a Fengyun, but he did not underestimate him in the slightest.

"Finally, something interesting has arrived."

Yan Hong grinned and unleashed a powerful palm strike.

Boom! Boom! Boom!
The air blast roared, and the space trembled.

Amidst the fierce bombardment, the lake water surged, transforming into a torrent.

Both of them moved incredibly fast. If it weren't for the fact that everyone present was at least a Grandmaster-level expert, they probably wouldn't have been able to see the battle unfold.

After dozens of fierce exchanges, one of them looked dejected and sighed.

"Lanwentai is about to lose!"

Pong!
With a loud crash, Lan Wentai's body slammed to the ground, looking disheveled and his clothes torn.

"You lost." Yan Hong grinned, his expression arrogant, looking down at Lan Wentai.

"Yan Hong wins!" the false celestial being declared.

"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge us?" Yan Hong looked down at the people at the banquet, his expression revealing a hint of arrogance.

"I'll do it!"

boom!
Cao Penghai's entire body trembled, his blood and qi surged, and a surging wave swept through him.

"Yokoyama Sect, Cao Penghai, please enlighten me."

Amidst the terrifying surge of qi and blood, Cao Penghai's figure stood as majestic as a mountain, his muscles bursting open inch by inch, radiating extreme power.

"Interesting." Yan Hong's gaze swept over the area, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"If I defeat you, won't the prize be mine?"

"We'll talk after you defeat him." Cao Penghai roared, his blood and qi surging violently, and then he roared away.

boom!
A great battle unfolded in mid-air.

　Logically speaking, shouldn't Lao Mang and Xiao Chen have a fierce battle of love rivals?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)