Liu Yue’er saw Zhao Feng’s casual attitude, it seemed to her as if no other was genius could enter his eyes. Even when he looked at the cultivators of the ninth rank, he would still be expressionless.
"Hmph!" Liu Yue’er’s eyebrows twitched slightly and she didn’t hide the disdain in her eyes. The geniuses present were all very young, any one of them were prodigies in their original clans/sects/families, and they were all extremely confident in themselves.
Zhao Feng finally realized his attitude was slightly disdainful. He was only focused on Bei Moi, the others couldn’t even his eyes.
“Lord Guanjun, what type of Spiritual Body do your disciples have?” Lord Cangtie asked curiously. Hearing this, a mocking smile appeared on Nan Gongfan’s lips.
Lord Guanjun shook his head. “Average.” He didn’t want to talk about Zhao Feng’s talent, but his reaction made Lord Cangtie and Liu Yue’er more curious.
