"We are not only worried about Gu Fenghua, but also Senior Brother Wei. This Gu Fenghua is not weak. If Senior Brother Wei carelessly underestimates the enemy, he might be hurt by her hands." A young disciple spoke bluntly and worried Said.
"Hmph, you don't even look at how old that dead girl is. Even if she is the junior of Lord Haochen, with a lot of cultivation resources, how strong can she be? Don't forget, my elder brother is also a disciple of Lord Nanming. Even the young master of the Wei family, who has practiced for so many years, can't be compared to a little girl like him." Wei Qiuyun sneered, scoffing at his worries.
"That's true." Hearing what Wei Qiuyun said, Mu Chengjie and the others were a little relieved.
Indeed, Wei Qingkong was originally a rare cultivation genius in Wuji Shengtian. When it comes to status, cultivation resources, and sword skills, he is no worse than Gu Fenghua. The difference in strength between the two is actually the cultivation time. Although Wei Qingkong looks young, but that's only because of his cultivation, his real age is actually much older than Wei Qiuyun, and he must be much older than Gu Fenghua. No matter how you compare, it is absolutely impossible for him to be weaker than Gu Fenghua.
As long as he doesn't want to kill, there shouldn't be any chaos in this competition, and they have nothing to worry about.
"Let's make a move. For the sake of Master Haochen, I will give you three swords first." Wei Qingkong stopped when he was two feet away from Gu Fenghua, and said with that old-fashioned air .
"It's better for you to make a move first, I'm afraid that once I make a move, you will never have another chance to make a move." Gu Fenghua said.
"" As soon as these words came out, there was silence in the field.
Mu Chengjie and the others were stunned. Although they were worried just now that Wei Qingkong's life would be in danger if he lost to Gu Fenghua, the premise was that he underestimated the enemy carelessly. Wei Qingkong couldn't think of a possibility of losing.
Who knew that Gu Fenghua didn't take Wei Qingkong seriously, and uttered such wild words in front of so many people. Where did she get her confidence? Did she think she was Shangguan Haochen?
Spoiled, this girl must have been spoiled by Shangguan Haochen, she is so arrogant that she can't tell the difference between south, east and north.
"What did you say!" Wei Qingkong didn't expect Gu Fenghua to be so arrogant, he was slightly startled, and then shouted angrily.
"Hurry up, there's so much nonsense in dawdling." Gu Fenghua said impatiently. She felt uncomfortable when she saw this guy's faults of relying on the old and selling the old. She is young, what is wrong with learning, and she has learned such a virtue.
"Okay, okay, I wanted to save some face for you, but if you don't want it yourself, then don't blame me for being rude." Seeing Gu Fenghua's bored expression, Wei Qing smiled anxiously, her whole body trembling slightly.
Without further words, he drew out his long sword and slashed towards Gu Fenghua.
"Kala" Eight golden holy beads appeared between Wei Qingkong's eyebrows. With this sword slashing out, the sky changed, and there was a faint thunderbolt.
In a fit of rage, Wei Qingkong's strike was unreserved.
"The eighth grade of the emperor!" Mu Chengjie and other young saints exclaimed in unison.
They knew that Wei Qingkong was powerful, but they didn't expect it to be so powerful. The eighth rank of Emperor Saint, that is a top powerhouse who is only one step away from the emperor and envoy. They don't know that the strength of the emperor's envoy is not only the ninth rank of the emperor, but beyond the peak of the ninth rank, but it will be restricted by the Dao of heaven and earth, and it rarely shows its true strength. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com