A hint of fighting intent flashed in the eyes of the four men. Although it was not obvious, Yunxiao could easily catch it. It seemed that these four sects were determined to make it into the top twelve.
Mei Hong's gaze shifted and landed on mu Fenghua. He smiled and said, " "I wonder how young master Fenghua's preparations are going? How confident are you in winning the championship?"
Mu Fenghua's expression changed slightly, but he remained silent.
"Fenghua isn't the one who's going to fight this time," mu Zhuang chuckled.
"What?" The four men were taken aback. They glanced at the crowd with puzzled eyes, and finally their eyes fell on Yunxiao. Only Yunxiao's young age and temperament met the requirements of the martial arts competition, but his appearance was extremely strange.
"Could it be that the MU clan invited external help?" Chai Jun asked.
"The four of you have good eyes, indeed." Mu Zhuang nodded and smiled.
