This kind of appearance, coupled with the fact that he can participate in the ranking competition at the age of eighteen, made the seats in the Ice Feather Sect explode when he took the first step.

All kinds of exaggerated cheers and women's screams were instantly silenced.

In fact, not only the seats of the Ice Feather Sect, but also many women in the entire arena couldn't help but express their admiration after seeing this person.

At this time, Su Zhirou nestled in Kong Wuchang's arms, suddenly showed a smile and said:

"This man's name is Bing Feiyu. He is a rare talent in the Bingyu Sect for thousands of years. He is currently the number one among the younger generation of the Bingyu Sect. Even many elders are not as good as him."

Su Zhirou's voice contained a hint of smile, how could Kong Wuchang not hear it?

So the next moment, he suddenly lifted Su Zhirou's chin, then leaned close to her earlobe, exhaled heavily, and said teasingly: "What's the matter? Girl, do you like this pretty face?"

The breath next to her earlobe made Su Zhirou's pretty face turn red instantly. Then she blushed, shook her head and said, "He once came to Hanhai Holy Land to propose marriage, but was rejected by my father."

"But...even so, he came to the Holy Land of the Vast Sea several times to look for me. So...if you meet him in the ranked battle later, be careful, he

I'm afraid I'll deal with you harshly..."

"Oh? Heavy attack?" A smile emerged from Kong Wuchang's eyes, and then he turned Su Zhirou's face over and said with a smile: "Girl, so you are worried about me?"

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter whether he is from the Ice Feather Sect or not, I won't take it seriously."

"But, this is the first time you've worried about me, so I'll reward you...kiss me..."

As he spoke, Kong Wuchang pointed to his cheek in front of Su Zhirou with a smile.

At the same time, Bing Feiyu's white jade-like palm had already pressed against the test stone...

"Eighteen years old, seventh level of spiritual saint, saint physique, saint talent, saint spiritual root!!!"

"Wow!!!"

The people sitting at the Ice Feather Sect went completely crazy, and the cheers were overwhelming, like thunder in a stormy sea.

Moreover, it was not only them who were like this, but also the expressions of other sects from various forces, whether they were senior officials or disciples, all changed drastically.

"I didn't expect that the Ice Feather Sect would produce an eighteen-year-old descendant of the seventh level of the Spiritual Saint this time..."

"Yes, I originally thought that our sect could compete for first place in this ranking competition, but now it seems that we are probably in doubt..."

"Yes, it seems that the number one in this ranking competition is none other than the Ice Feather Sect."

A group of low voices sounded from the top leaders of various sects.

At the same time, even the referee who was inspecting the ranking match, Jiulong, had a happy smile in his eyes and nodded towards Bing Feiyu.

Seeing this, Bing Feiyu's eyes instantly showed a look of arrogance, and then he raised his head, with strong confidence and charm, looking towards the seats in the Vast Sea Holy Land, looking for his target.

However, as soon as he found his target and the smile appeared in his eyes, his entire pupils instantly became extremely gloomy, and his whole body's aura erupted in an instant!

Because his glance coincided with the moment when Su Zhirou kissed Kong Wuchang's cheek...

The overwhelming murderous intent was clearly visible on his body at this moment.

Then, with an extremely sinister and ferocious expression, he glanced at Kong Wuchang coldly, and then in a flash, he returned to the seat of the Ice Feather Sect.

The next moment, Kowloon's voice came out again.

"Black Xuanzong!"

The moment the voice fell, ten young monks dressed in black flew up from the Black Xuan Sect's seat and fell into the arena.

"Black Xuanzong, Black Luo Yu!"
Chapter completed!