The terrifying strength shown by the Xiaoyue Sect was such an upset that it basically trampled the Silver Moon Sect under its feet.

The Silver Moon Sect no longer has any spirit.

Meng Yun of Lingyue Sect also looked a little embarrassed.

When he received the three disciples of Xiaoyue Sect before, he didn't take them seriously at all, looked disdainful, and even made rude remarks.

But who would have thought that the Xiaoyue Sect was so powerful this time, and Beimo and Yangqian, who were not powerful factions, would treat themselves like child's play.

For a while.

The strength of Xiaoyue Sect made the two sects quite afraid.

"Feng'er, why don't you go up and show off?"

The great elder spoke.

His words made several people from Xiaoyue Sect look askance.

Among the three representative disciples, Zhao Feng is the most mysterious. Even the great elder, the master, cannot be sure.

Um?

Meng Yun and the disciples of the Silver Moon Sect, their eyes lit up when they noticed the movement here.

Yes.

They admitted that Xiaoyue Sect's small group was really powerful and that Yang Qian and Bei Mo were not easy to mess with.

However, Xiaoyue Sect obviously also has weaknesses.

This disciple who has transcended the fourth level of heaven is considered to be at the forefront in terms of cultivation among the sects, but in the small gathering of the three sects, he is a bit unsatisfactory.

"Hmph, you have to pick the soft persimmon, or at least it will destroy the majesty of Lingyue Sect."

Meng Yun made up his mind. Besides, he was a little jealous of the close relationship between Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei.

At the same time on the other side.

"You two, whoever doesn't win, will challenge the weakest Zhao Feng later. You must win at least one or two games so that our entire Silver Moon Sect army will not be wiped out."

Mao Fei ordered in a low voice.

Shangguan Yu and Li Hong nodded after hearing this.

This time, the Silver Moon Sect suffered a disastrous defeat, losing three games in a row, all at the hands of the Xiao Yue Sect.

Just in time.

Under the "encouragement" of the great elder, Zhao Feng walked onto the field expressionlessly.

Before he could speak, Meng Yun from Lingyue Sect and Li Hong from Silver Moon Sect appeared on the stage at the same time.

What's happening here

Zhao Feng was stunned, when did he become so popular?

"Why, brother Li Hong also wants to compete with him?"

Meng Yun smiled sarcastically.

The moment the two looked at each other, they both understood each other's thoughts.

The disciple members of the three sects were stunned for a moment, and then they all came to their senses.

No one is a fool. The three sects' small gatherings are about the three sects' faces. Every disciple who is tested has to perform and want to win.

How embarrassing it would be if you didn't win a single match in the competition.

"Yes, Li is very curious about Brother Zhao, who has never taken action."

Li Hong's face turned slightly red.

"Meng Mou also has this intention."

Meng Yun coughed lightly.

The two of them seemed to have no intention of giving in to each other, and they were unusually thick-skinned.

Even the sect behind them felt embarrassed.
Chapter completed!