"Victory or defeat is a common matter for military officers. It doesn't matter. Come down, Fei'er." Palace Master Guang looked magnanimous. After all, no matter how angry he was, he could only say this at this time.
Lancanghai was in a very good mood. Looking at Guangyi's appearance, he said lightly: "Palace Master Guang, how about... you send another one to the stage to compete?"
"No need, this is just a game. Why is Palace Master Lan so serious about this?" Guangyi's expression was ugly and stiff.
Lan Canghai nodded as if nothing was wrong: "Yes, it's a game, but this game also has winners and losers. Palace Master Guang just doesn't take it to heart."
"Of course not." Guangyi could no longer fake a smile at all.
Guangyang above looked at this scene, but didn't react much. The moment he became an envoy, it already meant that they could no longer put too much emotion on their own family.
Instead, they must assist the palace master with full concentration.
Guangfei left the field, and everyone in the audience took another look at Lan Meng's strength.
"As expected of the genius Lan Meng, the number one saint of the One-Star Holy Palace, she is so amazing."
If it is in front of everyone in the Black Ink Clan, it will definitely be exposed.
The Lord of Guangming Hall didn't know what his expression was at this time. He just took the lead in applauding and said: "Wonderful, wonderful, haha, but who else wants to challenge Lan Meng?"
"Even Guang Fei was defeated, who else can beat her next?"
The Lord of Guangming Palace actually stood on the side of Black Ink Clan.
Even a servant can be compared with Lan Meng, the legitimate daughter of the Lan family. What else is it but humiliation? The palace master actually agrees with this.
Mo Xuan looked embarrassed, after all, Mo Leng's strength was indeed excellent.
Mo Xuan's voice suddenly came: "I wonder if Mo Leng can come? Although he is not the Holy Son, he can still be regarded as my godson, just like his own son..."
"What does Palace Master Mo mean? Do you mean to let this servant compete with my daughter?" Lan Canghai's voice directly interrupted Mo Xuan.
Mo Xuan was happy, but Lan Canghai had a very ugly expression: "Since Palace Master Mo really can't send any saints and saints who can do anything, I won't force you."
No one dared to speak out first.
When Mo Xuan heard this, he just wanted to talk back.
I disguised myself and asked Mo Leng to hand him toilet paper.
At this time, Mo Leng had already entered the stage.
until……
Speaking of this, Baili Wenrou was suddenly glad that she was wearing a mask. She had forgotten to disguise herself.
Everyone thought that this Mo clan was indeed very favored now.
However, seeing the Mo clan opposite, Lin Yanlan was no longer there, only Mo Gan was alone. Thinking about it, Mo Han might have taken revenge himself.
However, at this time, the voice of the Lord of the Guangming Palace came from above: "Since he is regarded as his own godson, he is equivalent to a holy son. Anyway, the competition is only about strength. Everyone who can enter the palace is the core figure of the Guangming Palace.
We don’t have to pay attention to those rules. Let’s get started!”
When he finished speaking, the whole place was silent for three seconds.
"I don't know, I'm afraid the final winner is already obvious."
Speaking of which, when she saw Mo Leng, Baili Wenrou remembered an "interesting" memory in the Demon Valley.
"Holy Maiden Lan Meng, please give me permission." Mo Leng's voice was very pleasant. According to his IQ, he should have seen through some of Lan Meng's attack techniques.
However, Lan Meng didn't even say hello and started attacking directly.
This was Baili Rourou's first time seeing Mo Leng in a formal competition, and his strength had improved a lot compared to before.
Because of Mo Han, Baili Wenrou put aside all her resentment towards the Mo clan for the time being.