Chapter 1882 Before You Looked Down on Us!

Yuan Haomiao is the strongest in the Holy Tower!

And the three of the five people who helped her stop Yuan Haomiao that day?

Lou Qianxue had been practicing and absorbing the Holy Luck before, and had not communicated with the Tianjiao of Tianxuan Continent. She didn't know the identities of the Holy Sons of Shengxuan Continent. Seeing this scene, she couldn't help but feel interesting. She stood on the tree trunk, looked down, and didn't speak.

Her eyes swept over Ke Qingsong, who fell to the ground, without a breath, and seemed to die unwillingly. A trace of disgust flashed in her eyes.

In the field, the battle between Yuan Haomiao and Jing Hang was about to break out.

The other disciples of the Holy Tower were a little nervous, but they were not too worried.

After all, Yuan Haomiao defeated Jing Hang in the previous battle.

Yuan Haomiao's younger brother Yuan Haoran saw that the battle was about to break out, so he ordered everyone to retreat: "Brother can deal with these guys!"

The person who really defeated his brother that day didn't care about this.

Moreover, Yuan Haoran stubbornly believed that if Yuan Haomiao had not fought Lou Qianxue that day, and then fought Jing Hang, Xue Ji and others, he would not have been defeated.

Today, his brother is in peak condition, and he is defeated by Jing Hang, so he is confident.

Mu Zhanfeng hesitated: "Jing Hang is very powerful, he is good at poisoning, and the method he used to kill Ke Qingsong just now is..."

"Shut up!" Yuan Haoran glanced at him impatiently, with naked contempt on his face: "What is Jing Hang? He is a defeated opponent of my brother. You can't even beat Jing Hang, and you still have the nerve to talk about this and that. Who do you think you are?"

Mu Zhanfeng looked slightly cold, closed his mouth, and stopped talking.

"You really have no self-knowledge. You dare to get in front of Master Haoran without looking at your own weight and your own identity."

The other disciples of the Holy Tower were also arrogant and looked at Mu Zhanfeng indifferently.

On the Tianxuan Continent, the Saint Pagoda disciples were aloof, and the Tianxuan Continent's prodigies were not taken seriously by them at all - no, now they would barely take Lou Qianxue seriously.

But they wanted to kill Lou Qianxue. After really killing Lou Qianxue, the so-called Tianxuan Continent's prodigies would really be just ants in their eyes.

"Hmph, the Saint Xuan Continent bullied into the Holy Land, and these so-called Tianxuan Continent's prodigies couldn't even help us, and they took the initiative to give others the Holy Luck to hold us back. I really don't know what the use of them is!"

Among the Saint Pagoda disciples, Yuan Haomiao was the strongest, and Yuan Haoran was Yuan Haomiao's younger brother. Now that Yuan Haoran expressed his attitude, other Saint Pagoda disciples started to step on Mu Zhanfeng and curry favor with Yuan Haoran one after another.

Mu Zhanfeng's expression became colder and colder.

The people around him also looked unhappy.

They can follow Mu Zhanfeng, so they naturally have a good relationship with him. They are more or less friends. Moreover, the disciples of the Holy Pagoda said that it was not only Mu Zhanfeng who was dragging their feet, but also them...

Although their cultivation is indeed not as good as those of the Holy Xuan Continent, they have never thought of giving up and have been trying to defeat the Holy Son of the Holy Xuan Continent. Now that they are humiliated by the disciples of the Holy Pagoda, they are naturally unhappy.

Mu Zhanfeng raised his eyes and looked at the man with cold and sharp eyes: "We have lost many times, but I haven't heard of how many times your Holy Pagoda has won. It doesn't matter if you are proud and look down on us, but before you look down on us, you should defeat them first!"

Here, he paused and said: "I heard that all ten disciples of your Holy Pagoda were defeated by the Holy Son of the Holy Xuan Continent!"