In the eyes of these countless people, there is the jealousy and loss of young talents, the love and admiration of young girls, and of course the frustration and resentment of the older generation who are not as good as others... Feng Yiying still looks like the sky is falling.
With a calm expression and fluttering clothes under the quilt, he passed through the crowd of Wuyang Wuyang. With a little force on his hands, he carried Yi Qingchen and flew up to the high platform. There was a circle of wooden tables on the left side of the high platform, where six people sat.
Behind the table, in the center is a white-haired old man with a kind and serious face. The chair to his left is empty, and to his right is a beautiful middle-aged Taoist nun. Sitting next to the Taoist nun is a
There were rugged monks wearing red cassocks, and there was another one with a face that looked like shit, as if someone owed him a thousand taels of silver and hadn't paid it back... Yi Qingchen's eyes were darting around, and she was already on stage as soon as she came on stage.
Everyone looked around. She accidentally looked to the left, and suddenly her eyes widened. Wow, she made a profit! She actually saw two handsome guys! The one on the far left looked to be around 20 years old.
His lips were red and his skin was as fair as jade. He was as beautiful as the Goddess of Luo, but he also had the aura of a handsome young man mixed in with it. When Yi Qingchen's eyes caught his eye, his face turned red and he lowered his head. He looked even more beautiful than a big girl.
Even shy. But the one on his right is dressed in black like night, with hair like satin, hanging loosely on his shoulders. He has a tall and straight figure, a face as cold as ice, and a face as white as jade. A pair of black eyes are shining and deep, and he glances at them.
However, Yi Qingchen couldn't help but shudder. This man is so cold! So cool! As soon as Feng Yiying came on stage, five of the six people on the stage stood up and exchanged greetings with him. Through their
After exchanging greetings, Yi Qingchen realized that the white-haired old man in the middle was the current leader of the martial arts alliance, and he had washed his hands in the golden basin a few days ago, which meant that he had retired honorably. The purpose of this martial arts conference was naturally
Then nominate a new martial arts leader. Of course, since it is a martial arts conference, martial arts competition is an essential event. That beautiful Taoist nun is the leader of Luoxia Mountain, that monk is the leader of Mingye Temple, and that
The one with a shit-like face is the head of the Huashan Sect, and the young master with noble temperament and beauty like the Goddess of Luo is also one of the four martial arts masters, his name is Bai Zimo. The other handsome man is as cold as ice cubes and his name is Bai Zimo.
Dongli at night is the end of the Four Young Masters.