Chapter 1220: Still not as good as Feng Qingcheng

After Wangyou got off the ring, he headed directly to the rest area on the sidelines. Murong Feixue looked at Wangyou and smiled at him: "Good fight."
Wangyou nodded politely and didn't say much, while another man named Pu Xiangyuan next to him looked sideways and said, "It seems that you still retain your strength. I didn't expect that I saw you wrong before."
Wangyou glanced at him and said faintly: "Maybe it's better than what you see now."
"Really? Then I am looking forward to a fight with you in a while, and hope not to let me down." Pu Xiangyuan's fighting spirit instantly raised.
Wangyou still replied calmly: "If you win this game, you may have a chance."
On the ring, Yuan Ji also just announced: "The next group, Murong Feixue vs. Park Xiangyuan."
Murong Feixue also got up at this time and smiled again at Wangyou: "I also look forward to being able to meet you, so..."
After seeing Pu Xiangyuan once, he smiled faintly: "I won't let it."
Pu Xiangyuan replied, "I won't be merciful."
After the two left, Ye Feng looked at him, curled the corners of his lips lightly, and slowly said, "I am also very curious, how many attributes do you have?"
"Waiting for the fight, won't you know?" Wangyou indifferently replied, and then sat down.
Ye Feng chuckled lightly and asked, "Really? What if we can't meet it?"
Wangyou looked sideways, his indifferent eyes with a hint of playfulness, and his lips curled back and said: "I have entered the finals. If I can't meet the possibility, there is only one possibility, which one do you guess?"
Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, and his face changed slightly, "Okay, I just forgot, but even if we fight, I'm really worried, and I will defeat you within a few blows. That's not fun."
"Each one." Wangyou took a look, then looked back.
Drop... drop...
It's the sound of the contactor, take it out without worry, after starting it, I looked at it and walked out.
Ye Feng glanced, then retracted his gaze, and looked towards the stage.
In one corner of the auditorium, a man and a woman were sitting in the most corner, watching the competition on the stage, all very excited.
The woman's face was wrapped in cloth, only a pair of eyes were exposed, "Cousin, that worrisome just now, so domineering..."
Why are men so familiar? Isn't this eyebrow, this look the same as Dongfang Moqi?
Dongfang Moqi nodded and let out a soft hmm.
Fan Sisi looked at Murong Feixue on the ring, and whispered: "This is the first beauty of Xianzong, Senior Sister Murong? She looks really wrong, but to be honest, she is not as good as Feng Qingcheng."
A trace of complexity flicked in Dongfang Moqi's eyes, and then he drew away, turning to a calm expression, "Well, indeed."
"Right? Although I don't want to admit it, it's really not comparable." Fan Sisi said affirmatively.
"Sisi, you'd better not say this in front of outsiders, understand?" Dongfang Moqi said and looked at her.
Fan Sisi nodded quickly, and said helplessly: "Yes, Sisi knows."
After living in Xianzong for more than a month, she finally understood why Shi Yuxiang didn't approve of coming to the Western Continent. The people here are talented in cultivation and strong. Weak power makes people look down on it, and it only serves to be bullied. Even if a rich person comes to the sect, it may not be effective.
Money is not good here, strength is the kingly way, and she is fortunate to have Dongfang Moqi, Dongfang Moqi is under the hands of Ye Feng, no one dares to provoke. If not, she would have been bullied miserably, and even so, she still got a lot of blindfolds in the sect.