Chu Feng stood in the air.
There was a faint smile on his face.
Just as he was calculating his gains, suddenly, a blue-robed young man squeezed out from the bustling crowd, followed by a group of lackeys. A group of people rushed towards the ring.
Chu Feng focused his gaze.
Weren't these guys the playboys from the Zhenyu Clan who wanted to occupy their seats previously?
Chu Feng raised an eyebrow.
Could it be that these guys wanted to cause trouble?
It couldn't be, right?
Anyone with half a brain would not do such a thing after seeing his performance just now, right?
The disciples nurtured by such a large family might be arrogant, but they were definitely not so stupid!
While he was thinking, the blue-robed Mo Yu had already arrived in front of the ring.
He stood obediently under the ring and looked up at Chu Feng.