The entire competition ground was boiling with excitement. All the disciples who were not able to participate in the competition looked enviously at Feng lengsong, Ling Chuxi and the others. Although not everyone would be able to receive his guidance, there would definitely be people who would have this opportunity. As for them, they would not have this opportunity at all.
Yue Jianqing looked at the crowd below the stage and nodded her head repeatedly to show her respect. For a moment, her glory was boundless, even overshadowing the three major sect residences of the ethereal sect.
However, Ling Chuxi was a little disdainful. What did this person mean by this? why did he overshadow the host the moment he came? did he think that this was the sword whisper Manor? even if he had some cultivation, he should not do such a thing.
As expected, elder Tong, elder Jie, and Chi hanbing were all embarrassed.
"Mr. Yue, you can draw your lots now." Elder Tong reminded him.
