In other words, the people here are all people with real power.

This made her even more curious, how virtuous and capable is this Bai Teng clan, that they can actually get so many big shots to come over and give them face?

When the people of the Bai Teng tribe were treated so badly by Feng Ting, Wen Xiaodao immediately turned his head towards the Bai Teng tribe.

She had been targeted without doing anything before. Now that Feng Ting was so disrespectful, she wanted to see how the new saint would fight back.

In the end, Wen Xiaodao almost made himself angry to death. This new saint was not angry at all. She seemed to be very sorry to Feng Ting.

Wen Xiaodao's hand suddenly felt itchy again. This was differential treatment, it was too much.

Feng Ting's position was right next to Si Ming, and Feng Jiang, who was pushing his wheelchair, was standing behind him like Wen Xiaodao.

Before, those who thought that Wen Xiaodao standing behind Si Ming was a dispensable person suddenly changed their expressions. Even people like Feng Jiang were standing in the same position as Wen Xiaodao.

That meant that the status of this well-covered woman was probably not as simple as they thought.

Although Feng Ting has never met Wen Xiaodao, the person who can be trusted by Si Ming to hand over his back must be a very capable and trustworthy person.

After rescuing the people from the underground fortifications, although Wen Xiaodao did not personally deal with the follow-up matters, she had met Feng Jiang.

If Fengjiang can handle this matter on behalf of the Feng family, his status in the Feng family should not be underestimated.

"You must be Miss Wen."

Hearing Feng Ting's words, Wen Xiaodao was not surprised. When Si Ming didn't come forward, Feng Ting was one of the leaders in this circle. Of course he was very smart.

If Feng Ting hadn't been in a coma for several years and Si Ming had appeared again, it would have been really hard to say who was the real leader among the two.

"Young Master Feng has good eyesight."

Feng Ting had always known that there was a very powerful woman beside Si Ming, and she was also very young, but when he heard Wen Xiaodao's voice, he was still a little surprised. She seemed to be a little too young.

Wen Xiaodao didn't hide his secrets at the beginning. If it had been someone else, Feng Ting would have been dead long ago. To be alive now is because he was lucky in his last life.

"Before, I was a little worried about what tricks this Bai Teng clan witch would have, but now that Miss Wen is here, I don't need to worry."

This high hat was taken off at once, which made Wen Xiaodao feel a little embarrassed, although she was indeed quite powerful.

"Young Master Feng has given you the award."

Feng Ting also seemed to see that Wen Xiaodao didn't want to have too much communication with him, so he was very sensible and didn't ask any more questions.

The Feng family had sent a message before, asking her to help drain Feng Ting's remaining poison. Isn't this killing a chicken with a knife? Wen Xiaodao decisively refused.

Now it seems that the person the Feng family is looking for has two brushes. Although they did not drain out all the poison from Feng Ting, they suppressed the poison down to the legs.

Judging from Feng Ting's current appearance, the remaining poison on his body is only on his legs. Apart from some mobility difficulties, he is basically a normal person.

This is a person who has been judged to be dead countless times. It can be said to be a miracle that he can recover to the present.

As for the grievances between the Feng family and the Bai Teng clan, Wen Xiaodao, an outsider, has heard a few words about it, but it has nothing to do with her.

Wen Xiaodao's eyes immediately looked in the direction of the martial arts arena below. The girls in white, who Feng Ting had said were trying to please others, also arrived at their own positions.

Although these three waves of people have not started fighting yet, anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that no one on either side is a good person.

Yanbei didn't know where he came out at this time. He was holding a white tray in his hand. He didn't know what was inside. It was also covered with a layer of red velvet.

There was also someone holding the same plate over the little prince of Anxi, also covered with cloth, but it was not red but bright yellow.

Seeing that both sides had taken out things, the new saint from the Bai Teng tribe looked at Si Ming, and then at the little prince of Anxi, and then stood up.

They took out a box that looked exquisitely crafted from a black cage behind them, and then held it in their hands.

On the originally flat ground of the martial arts arena, three stone pillars suddenly appeared, rising little by little. The people holding three things placed their objects on the three stone pillars.

It didn't stop until the stone pillar rose to almost two meters high. Looking at it like this, it seemed a bit like a lottery ticket that had been placed early.

The three of them then retreated to their own positions. Wen Xiaodao couldn't understand more and more now. Could it be that the purpose of today's fight was to snatch these three things?

Unfortunately, the two plates were covered and the other box was closed. Wen Xiaodao couldn't see what was inside, and he felt extremely itchy.

With a "pop" sound, the signal gun sounded, and Wen Xiaodao saw Yu Yu nodding directly to the person behind him,

A handsome-looking young man, but with a ruthless look in his eyes, rushed to the center of the martial arts arena in one swift step.

His movements looked like he was juggling, quite flexible, but in the blink of an eye, there was a circle of green smoke around him, and his whole body was wrapped in the middle, making it look a little oozing.

What came out of the little prince of Anxi was a man with only a layer of skin left on his face. The corners of his eyes were drooped, making him look old.

But the look in that man's eyes was clearly not what an old man should have, so it could only be that the man himself didn't know what he had done to make himself look like this.

The man shook the tambourine in his hand, and after a while, there was a buzzing sound, and a group of small insects flew out of his cloak, and then began to attack the green smoke with clear targets.

The smoke, which was at least two or three meters in diameter before, slowly shrank little by little under the attack of these little bugs, as if the smoke was the food for these little bugs.

They met something delicious and gnawed the smoke crazily. After a while, the person who was still surrounded by smoke before became more and more clear. The smoke around him became less and less, which also meant that his defense was collapsing.

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Although the results have not come out yet, everyone present knows very well that the young man on Si Ming's side lost.

This was just the first game, and we lost, which inevitably affected morale. Wen Xiaodao couldn't see Si Ming's expression.

But she seemed to be able to feel that Si Ming didn't seem to be affected at all, as if he was really just watching a fight.
Chapter completed!