"Pavilion master, I feel like I'm bullying this snow tribe cultivator!"
Su mo smiled wryly at Pavilion Master Wu Yi's urging. His expression showed that he did not want to disobey him, but he did not want to attack.
Hearing this, the young man from the snow tribe turned to look at su mo, and his eyes narrowed.
He was a genius of the snow tribe, and his combat strength was at the top of his level.
And this soul in front of him, who had the same cultivation level, actually said that fighting him was bullying him? He was simply too arrogant!
"Haha, brother Bai Xiao's battle with this person is indeed bullying. This person definitely can't take three moves from you!"
"Three moves? Are you kidding me? brother Baiyan has comprehended 11 kinds of nomological powers, all of which have reached the great circle of the ninth rank. Who in the same rank can withstand a move?"