Ending of the Martial Meeting

All in all, Ye Qiu had made a killing in this Martial Meeting. He did not know if the others were happy, but he was quite happy. When he was in a good mood, even Qi Wuhui whom he had always disliked, was likable.

That was an immortal grade!

Ye Qiu had already experienced the joy of an immortal-grade immortal pill once. Now, he had ten more.

Ten times happier.

Ahem ahem…

His heart was filled with ecstasy. On the surface, he was as steady as an old dog, but his joy was hidden in his heart.

Ming Yue slowly walked over and said, "Junior Brother, congratulations on getting rid of the title of Forever Last and successfully winning." She could not be said to be envious of him. At this point, would anyone in the Heaven Mending Sect dare to look down on the Violet Cloud Peak in the future?

Lin Qingzhu's sword just now had already made Violet Cloud Peak famous. Among the seven peaks, there was no existence more terrifying than that sword.