In the pavilion at the peak of the Ninth Summit, Mo Zhengdong was looking at the hall.
There were four people beside him.
Feng Yixiao, as well as the three Heavenly Human Race individuals.
Miao Tian looked at Jiang Lan's figure with shock.
"His heart is as clear as a mirror. Even if the sky collapses, he will not be alarmed. No wonder he could reach such heights. Such a young man actually possesses such a state of mind," Miao Tian muttered to himself.
This person was beyond imagination.
How could a Golden Core cultivator possess such a state of mind?
"It seems that your junior is going to lose." Feng Yixiao smiled at Miao Tian.
"Haha, let's see what happens." Miao Tian forced a smile.
At this moment, everyone saw the light of the disc suddenly bloom, as if the disc had been strengthened a lot.
"Oh?" Feng Yixiao looked down curiously.
