The disciple of the Middle Sage School flew out of the arena with a sullen expression.
Just as his fist was about to knock Cheng Yang out of the arena, Perfected Zhong Xian suddenly sent him a Zhen Yuan voice transmission, wanting him to lose!
Helpless, he could only withdraw his primeval essence and pretend to be defeated by Cheng Yang.
"Sect Master, why is this?"
The disciple was unwilling to give up. He was in the Golden Elixir realm, so it was easy for him to deal with a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator like Cheng Yang.
However, he was defeated.
If this were to spread out, where would the face of the people of the people of the world go?
"I'll tell you about this later."
Perfected Zhong Xian said in a deep voice with a calm expression.
At the same time, he also ordered all the disciples of Zhongxian Sect to admit defeat if they encountered any disciples of Great Sun Sect.
He had just sat beside Xiao Changtian.