Hearing it, Fang Jinyu's brows twitched.
It was because Fang Jinyu had read between the lines.
Thus, Fang Jinyu pretended to sigh and tried to make himself look more aggrieved. "Junior Sister Su, what are you saying? I'm just doing my best in the competition on Mount Shidao. Besides, I'm worried that if I don't try my best, you will think I'm looking down on you!"
Hearing that, Su Yier's beautiful face frowned.
Although Fang Jinyu's words might sound credible, her "Primordial God Lishan" told her that if he hadn't intervened that day, she would have died from a single blow from the middle-grade lightning-attribute spirit tool.
However, before Su Yier could say anything, the male cultivator who was not worth much to describe jumped forward.
"So you're Fang Jinyu!"
The male cultivator's expression was slightly cold, and his eyes were filled with unconcealed killing intent.
