At the front of the crowd, a middle-aged man with a stern face stood with his hands behind his back, with an invisible aura faintly exuding from his body. Under the force of that aura, no one could approach him within three feet.
There is no doubt that this person is Duan Qingyun!
Feeling the powerful momentum, everyone couldn't help worrying about Gu Fenghua.
At this time, Deng Juebao walked out of the gate of the East Emperor Pavilion, walked quickly to Duan Qingyun, and saluted respectfully: "Deng Juebao, the junior, I have met Mr. Envoy."
"The three-day period has come, what is your explanation to me?" Duan Qingyun didn't talk nonsense with him, and said straight to the point.
"The younger generation dare not break their promises, and please ask the senior to wait a while." Deng Juebao said cautiously.
Duan Qingyun didn't say anything more, but he was not in a hurry to make a move. Anyway, I've been waiting for three days, so I'm not in a hurry at this moment.
Only then did Deng Juebao heave a sigh of relief, and headed towards a competition platform that was built last night in front of the Donghuang Pavilion. No one can do anything in the East Emperor Pavilion, and of course they themselves are no exception, so for today's competition, this competition platform was specially built.
At the same time, Lu Fangyuan also walked out of the East Emperor Pavilion, stopped at the gate, turned around and said to Gu Fenghua and the others who escorted him out: "Miss Gu, please wait, the competition stage is in front, I can just go by myself .¡±
Duan Qingyun acted perversely and had always been unscrupulous. He was worried that as soon as Gu Fenghua and the others left the East Emperor Pavilion, Duan Qingyun would strike brazenly.
"Deacon Lu, be careful." Gu Fenghua nodded and said.
"Don't worry, Ms. Gu. If you can't beat him like this, you've let down your hard work. I, Lu Fangyuan, might lose face." Lu Fangyuan laughed loudly, and walked towards the competition stage.
Hearing Lu Fangyuan's words, Zhuang Liangdong next to him showed doubts. In the past few days, he has been guarding outside Gu Fenghua's room, afraid that they would play some kind of golden cicada to escape their shells, staring and staring, not daring to relax for a moment, both eyes were red and swollen, standing at the door when the morning breeze blew straight want to cry.
It was not until Gu Fenghua and the others accompanied Lu Fangyuan out and stood at the gate that he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and stood aside in an open and honest manner.
Hearing Lu Fangyuan's words and looking at the confidence on his face, Zhuang Liangdong was a little confused. What does it mean to let down your hard work? Could it be that Gu Fenghua still has some secret of the untransmitted holy law and thaumaturgy, which helped Lu Fangyuan improve his strength?
However, if a false saint is promoted, where can he be promoted? Where did Lu Fangyuan get his confidence?
correct! Zhuang Liangdong suddenly thought of a possibility: Lu Fangyuan probably didn't know Deng Juebao's real strength at all, and thought that he was just like himself, but a fake heavenly saint, so with Gu Fenghua's help, he improved his strength a little, and thought he defeated Deng Juebao. Deng Juebao is sure of everything, that's why he behaves so confidently.
Thinking of this, Zhuang Liangdong's originally a little apprehensive heart settled down again.
"Are you afraid that we will run away?" Just when he was puzzled, Gu Fenghua turned his head and asked jokingly.
With her cultivation base, how could she not be aware that someone has been watching outside the door for the past few days, and they have been watching all the time, but she just didn't care.
Seeing Zhuang Liangdong's red and swollen eyes like little peaches at this time, he couldn't help but secretly laughed. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com