Chapter 1843: Before looking down on us!

Among the holy towers, Yuan Haomiao is the strongest!
On that day, three of the five people who helped her stop Yuan Haomiao?
Lou Qianxue had been cultivating and absorbing the Holy Fortune before, and had not communicated with the Tianjiao of Profound Sky Continent. At present, I don’t know the identities of the holy sons of Profound Sky Continent. Seeing this scene, I can’t help but feel interesting. , Looking down, did not speak.
Ke Qingsong, who glanced over and fell to the ground again, lost his breath, seemed to be very unwilling to die, a look of disgust flashed across her eyes.
During the field, the battle between Yuan Haomiao and Jinghang was about to start.
The other Santa disciples were slightly nervous, but not too worried.
After all, Yuan Haomiao had defeated Jinghang before fighting with Jinghang.
Yuan Haomiao's younger brother Yuan Haoran saw that the battle was about to start, and he ordered everyone to back away: "Clean up these guys, brother will do it!"
The person who really defeated his brother that day didn't care about it.
Moreover, Yuan Haoran stubbornly believed that if Yuan Haomiao had not fought with Lou Qianxue that day, and had fought Jinghang, Xueji and others one after another, he would not have been defeated.
Today his elder brother is in peak state, and he meets another defeater like Jing Hang. It is impossible to lose, so he is confident.
Mu Zhanfeng's expression hesitated: "Jing Hang is very powerful, he is good at poisoning, just kill Ke Qingsong the method is..."
"Shut up!" Yuan Haoran glanced at him impatiently, with naked contempt on his face: "What kind of thing is Jinghang? He is my brother's defeat, you can't even beat Jinghang, so I am ashamed to say Who do you think you are?"
Mu Zhanfeng looked slightly cold, closed his mouth, and stopped talking.
"It's really useless to be self-knowing. If you don't look at your own weight or your identity, you dare to get in front of Young Master Haoran."
The other disciples of Sacred Tower were also proud, looking at Mu Zhanfeng indifferently.
On the Profound Sky Continent, the Sacred Tower disciples were transcendent, and the Tianjiao of the Profound Sky Continent was not in their eyes at all—no, now they would barely put Lou Qianxue in their eyes.
But they couldn't wait to kill Lou Qianxue. After Lou Qianxue was really killed, the so-called Tianjiao on the Profound Sky Continent were really just ants in their eyes.
"Hmph, Saint Profound Continent deceived into the Holy Land. These so-called Profound Sky Continent's arrogances can't even help us with anything. They also take the initiative to send others to Saint Fortune to hold us back. I really don't know what use they want!"
Yuan Haoran is the strongest disciple of the Holy Tower. Yuan Haoran is Yuan Haoran's younger brother. Now as soon as Yuan Haoran expresses his attitude, the other Holy Tower disciples will step on the wind to fight Yuan Haoran one after another.
Mu Zhanfeng's expression grew colder.
The faces of the people next to him were also very ugly.
They can follow Mu Zhanfeng, and they have a good relationship with Mu Zhanfeng. They are friends in many ways, and the Sacred Tower disciples said that it is not only Mu Zhanfeng who is dragging their legs, but they also said to go in...
Although they are indeed inferior to the people in the Saint Profound Continent, they have never thought of giving up, and have been working hard to defeat the Saint Profound Continent. Now they are so humiliated by the Saint Profound Continent, they are naturally unhappy.
Mu Zhanfeng raised his eyes, his icy eyes looked at the man sharply: "We have lost many times, but I haven't heard how many times your holy pagoda has won. You are proud and look down on us. It doesn't matter. Before you look down on us, defeat them first!"
Having said that, he paused, and said: "I heard that all ten disciples of your holy tower have also been defeated by the holy sons of Shengxuan Continent!"