At this moment, a deep voice sounded in the air.
"You said that you are better than me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the black-robed man slowly descended from the sky.
His meticulously sculpted facial features matched perfectly. His thin lips were tightly pursed, and there was a hint of unruliness in his eyes.
Under the moonlight, the black robe inlaid with golden threads revealed a dark arrogance.
His cold eyes were filled with endless coldness.
After settling down, he lazily stepped forward and curled his lips coldly." You still dare to say…" Are you more handsome than me?"
Even Yao Ye felt waves of oppression from the powerful aura.| Come on.
"So what if I said it?" Yao Ye crossed his arms and looked at the man before him.
Their eyes met!
Their eyes met, and flames shot out in all directions.
On the side, Feng Chuge watched the confrontation between the two and felt a few black lines on his forehead.
"Enough, you two." Feng Chu Ge said.