In the eyes of spiritual cultivators, Yun Ran's words were a joke. The people around her were amused.
"Did you hear that? This woman said that her martial arts skills are not bad! A piece of trash without a spiritual root actually has the cheek to participate in the Heavenly Thunder Selection."
"With her strength, she can only scratch my itch!"
"I think you're quite a beauty. Let me introduce you to a place. The Spring Water Pavilion on the street behind it suits you."
… .
Yun Ran was not a weak little coward.
Listening to these malicious words, her watery eyes narrowed slightly, and there was only bottomless darkness in them.
She was just about to teach these people a lesson when another extremely irritating voice came from behind her.
"How can you talk to a beauty like her? How can such a beauty go to a dirty place like the Spring Water Pavilion? Of course, she should enter my backyard."
