Sparring (3)

Seeing that both Meng Yun and Li Hong didn’t want to leave.

“How about the two of you come at me together? It’ll be less troublesome.” Zhao Feng said casually.

“Don’t be overconfident!”

“Brat, do you know the height of the heavens?”

Li Hong and Meng Yun were furious when they heard this.

Zhao Feng’s words shocked the spectators. They had seen arrogant people, but never this arrogant.

A measly cultivator at the 4th Sky had challenged two disciples at the 5th Sky.

Of course.

No matter how thick their faces were, Meng Yun and Li Hong obviously couldn’t go at once, even if Zhao Feng was willing.

They thought that Zhao Feng knew he had no chance of winning, so he said this.

“Aye, I was being nice.”

Meng Yun and Li Hong almost spat out a mouthful of blood, this brat really didn’t know what was good for him.

“Meng Yun, come back. Haven’t you lost enough face yet?” Ao Yuetian humphed coldly with a dim expression.