Many disciples looked at the graceful figure dressed in black standing on the stage, with a hint of excitement in their eyes.

Although Feng Ruge is the first disciple of the Seventh Peak, she has never left the mountain in the past ten years.

Therefore, to ordinary disciples, this young senior sister is not only mysterious...but also beautiful.

Dog licking can be found everywhere.

YanGou, not to mention.

only!!

Feng Ruge had no intention of fighting at all. At this moment, she just wanted to quickly exchange a few moves with this senior brother Zhu, and then pretend to be defeated so that she could show off to her master.

Staying out of the situation and watching the fire from the other side is the self-cultivation of a villain.

"Senior Brother Zhu, get ready."

"Wait a minute! Junior sister, I heard that Holy Son Lingxiao often goes to the Seventh Peak these days. I wonder if this rumor is true or false?"

When Ling Xiao was mentioned, Zhu Dachang's face suddenly showed a trace of fear.

"Senior Brother Zhu, if you don't prepare, I will take action."

Feng Ruge's dark eyebrows were lightly clustered, and her eyes showed boredom.

Zhu Dachang, you still have Zhutourou!

"Look! Holy Son Lingxiao is here!!"

only!!

Just when Feng Ruge was shining brightly and was about to launch an offensive, there was a sudden commotion under the battle platform.

Then, everyone only saw a handsome figure in white walking from a distance, with a faint smile on his unparalleled face.

His eyes were warm and calm, revealing an inexplicable emotion.

However, what he looked at from beginning to end was only Feng Ruge.

"Gulu!"

"Junior Sister Feng!! Be careful!!"

On the battle platform, Zhu Dachang suddenly shouted angrily, unsheathed his long sword, and instantly chopped up the vast expanse of void.

"Well done."

However, facing such an offensive, Feng Ruge's eyes showed no trace of panic, instead there was a hint of teasing.
Chapter completed!