After Li Tian finished speaking, the people from the mausoleum Pavilion finally realized that the outer sect disciple had won.
"We won! Good job, brother!" Han Li laughed and waved his fist.
"We won! He really won!"
"Hahaha, what genius disciple? we outer sect disciples can beat you down."
"This kid really doesn't show his face. He's pretending to be a pig to eat a Tiger."
The people of the baling Pavilion were all excited. No matter what, the Qingyi sect had lost all their face.
Lin Yu's face was extremely ugly, and his whole body exuded a cold air. He sneered and pushed away the lively crowd around him, leaving directly.
In comparison, the Qingyi sect on the other side was in a much worse state. The atmosphere was oppressive, especially the arrogant youth. His killing intent was strong, as if he was going to start a massacre in the next moment.
