Yuan Xinglan's expression was slightly tense. After nodding politely in the direction of Yun Zheng, he raised his hand and summoned a magic sword. The hilt of the magic sword held by Yuan Xinglan was engraved with a strange and dangerous totem, and the sword edge seemed to have a demonic light.
It looks extraordinary at first glance.
At this time, the other two monster-level disciples of the first level of the Sovereign God Realm saw the scenes just now, and their expressions remained calm and composed.
The woman in purple was holding a long black iron whip. There was an obvious scar between her eyebrows, which ruined the original delicacy of her face and added a bit of hostility to her. She looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.
She was holding a long black iron whip in one hand and casually resting her slender waist with the other hand. The slim and sexy purple dress perfectly accentuated her beautiful figure, which was simply surging. Her red lips were slightly raised.
"Little sister, I haven't seen anyone as interesting as you in a long time. Why don't you come over to my arms and I'll help you beat up those stinky men."
Her voice was extremely bewitching, yet at the same time indescribably gentle.
Most of the male cultivators in the audience felt itchy when they heard this.
"It's Wu Liu!"
"Sister Wu Liu! She was the most powerful genius in Tianxu Immortal Academy five years ago. If it weren't for Yuan Xinglan's sudden appearance and overshadowing Sister Wu Liu, the one who would still be shining brightly now is Sister Wu Liu!"
"I haven't seen Sister Wu Liu in several years! But why is her current cultivation level only at the first level of the Sovereign God Realm? I remember she was already at the seventh level of the True God Realm five years ago! Could it be that she has only advanced one realm in the past five years?"
"That shouldn't be the case. With her talent, it's impossible for her to only advance to one realm in five years."
"Did she suppress her cultivation?"
…
"Hey, hey, hey."
At this time, the last monster-level disciple slowly walked over. He was not handsome, with his hands stuffed in the front pockets of his robe. He was a little hunchbacked and looked sloppy.
The curve of his mouth deepened as he continued, "It's indeed interesting, little sister. It's already great that you can defeat those dozen monster-level disciples, but if you want to deal with us, you're still a little naive. I, Hong Cang, have been a disciple of Tianxu Immortal Academy for nearly fifteen years, and I rarely lose."
Yuan Xinglan's eyes narrowed slightly. He knew that Hong Cang and Wu Liu were both old disciples of Tianxu Immortal Academy, and their strength was so profound that it was impossible to detect.
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