Mei Xingkong curled his lips and looked at somewhere in the sky: "It's already this time, when will this kid want to drag it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gray and black mist suddenly appeared in the sky.

The gray and black fog gradually dissipated, revealing a tall and slender figure.

It’s Ye Qingchen!

As soon as Ye Qingchen appeared, a shout suddenly came from below:

"Ye Qingchen will win!"

"Ye Qingchen will win!"

Looking at it, Mei Xingkong was driving the disciples of Cangming Jian Pavilion and the disciples of Xuanyu Academy to shout in unison.

Mei Xiaohan, who was beside her, had a smile on her face and she quietly looked up at him.

"Even the people from Xuanyu Academy are here..."

Seeing this scene, Ye Qingchen's nose felt slightly sour.

But immediately, he quickly calmed down and looked up at Wei Lingfeng in the distance.

So many people are watching, hoping that he can win.

Since that's the case... they must not be disappointed!

clang!

A sword sound.

The Yucang Sword appeared in Ye Qingchen's hand, reflecting a heart-pounding cold light under the sun.

"Hmm? Will the war start so soon?"

Wei Lingfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and a proud smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "Aren't you going to say some last words?"

"Last words?"

Ye Qingchen sneered, and the sword power in his hand slowly condensed.
Chapter completed!