Chapter: 7423

Everyone turned their heads to look.

I saw a group of more than a dozen people flying from a distance, led by a woman in sportswear, with a single ponytail and extraordinary momentum.

She is Ye Feiran, the saintess of Qianhe Palace, who established a sect in the western region.

"Ye Feiran is so beautiful."

"As expected of a saint, her strength is also high. It is said that Chu Feng will be afraid of her when he sees her."

"A very powerful woman."

"..."

The momentum was high.

But after all, it still tastes bad.

Mengmeng raised her eyelids to look, then shook her head:

"It's more than double the difference from Aunt Xue back then."

She still remembers Mu Xue's appearances a few times, dressed in black, with a sword on her waist, the witch Mu Xue, full of arrogance.

Now he is a good man, and he rarely has that kind of seductive laughter.

"We'll blow up everything later." Yue Xiaonao snorted coldly.

Ye Feiran and the others sat directly on the big chairs, ready to serve tea, they glanced around, and secretly compared in their hearts, it seemed that the people present were not as many as they received from Qianhemen.

"Ao Li, the holy son of Raging Fire Sect, is here."

The crowd shook again.

All eyes turned to the north side.

I saw a group of more than thirty people flying in at low altitude.

"Huh? Ye Feiran, you actually came one step ahead? Aren't you the most tired of waiting for people?" Ao Li said from a long distance away.

"Come and see how many disciples Chu Fengshou has." Ye Feiran replied lightly.

"Hahaha, you probably don't have as many disciples as my Raging Fire Sect."

"Soldiers are not many, but fine." Ye Feiran said angrily.

"Hehe, you're right, but why do you feel a little sour?" Ao Li, the holy son of Raging Fire Sect, laughed and sat on the other side without giving any face.

"People from Soul Martial Sect are here."

"Soul Martial Sect dominates the martial arts world in Southeast Asia. It is also a very strong sect. It is said that the number of disciples in the sect has reached as many as 100,000."

The crowd was even more shocked.

"Why are you here?" Ao Li frowned, looking coldly at the leader of the Hun Wu Sect.

"What? Is there a place in this world that I can't go to?" The leader of the Soul Wumen Sect looked directly at Ao Li, and his eyes met, with a smell of gunpowder.

Seeing this, some deacons of the Black Yang Sect felt overwhelmed and did not dare to speak deeply, so they laughed and said: