"Huh." Chu Rou took a deep breath, thinking of the people who were blown away just now, she couldn't help but turn pale.

"Young thief, you are really powerful."

"Come on, I'm ready."

Chu Rou closed her eyes, waiting to be blasted out.

However, the thought of being blown away by a punch did not appear.

In his ears, there was just a faint laugh.

"The song Miss Chu Rou just played is pretty good."

"Although it's not out of good intentions, at least I can calm down my state of mind for a while."

"This punch will save you. Thank you."

"Ah?" Chu Rou was stunned and opened her eyes.

Before he could say anything, he was safely pulled out of the Holy Land by the restrained power.

In the entire audience, only the barrier of the eldest prince and Li Fengxing remained.

Whoosh... Xiao Yi came to the eldest prince.

After a few seconds, the barrier was broken, and then several swords were slashed out, crippling the eldest prince's limbs.

"You...bastard...Xiao Yi, remember, I, the Wind Saint Empire, will fight you until death..."

Before he finished speaking, he was pulled out of the Holy Land.

…

Outside the Holy Land.

Around the empty land, tens of thousands of warriors are all practicing cross-legged.

In the empty place, the Master of the Wind Palace and several sub-hall masters beside him stood with their hands behind their hands, staring at the air in front of them.

"I wonder how Feng Xing and the others are doing now." A branch hall master asked.

"Haha." The master of the other branch said with a smile, "Feng Xing and the other eight people are the eight strongest people who have stood out in this Fengji Conference. They will not let us down."

"Now, I may be comprehending the inheritance."

At the same time, Lu Zheng and others stopped practicing slightly.

"Where did the deacon go?" Lu Zheng's face was full of confusion.

"Well, in fact, I always feel that the deacon is very powerful."

"Before, if the deacon was willing to play, he might even get a spot."

Several team members beside him curled their lips, "I guess that deacon was probably ordered to attend the Wind Silence Conference."

"However, all those who came before were all famous and talented people."

"Deacon, he probably has no chance of winning, so he has no plans to play, lest he lose and lose the prestige of the first main hall."

"No, now he's running away in despair."

At this moment, in the empty place in the distance, there was a distortion in the air.

A figure was suddenly blasted out.

"Huh?" Feng Palace Master and others looked surprised.

"Sixth Prince?"
Chapter completed!