Han Feixie: "..."

Yun Wuyi said with relief: "That's great. Don't worry, I will definitely support you when the time comes."

Han Feixie: "..."

The Sword Intent Conference was held at Diguang Academy. In addition to the students from Diguang Academy, there were many students who came to help from other academys. As soon as Zhan Zhan and Han Feixie entered the academy, they were terrified by the noise.

When Zhan Zhan and Han Feixie arrived, they saw a lot of colored lineups, the most eye-catching of which were white and purple.

Zhan Zhan suddenly remembered that everyone in Baimeng Academy seemed to like wearing white clothes.

"Are you afraid?" Wei Long suddenly appeared behind them and said proudly.

Zhan Zhan smiled and said, "Sorry, I can't share this kind of thing like cowardly with you."

Wei Long: "..." Zhan Zhan's words hit his weakness. After Zhan Lei passed away, he was confident that he could win the remaining quota of the Seven Stars of God's Light, and he was determined to attend the conference. Who knew that he was snatched away by Zhan Zhan and his cousin who had no idea where he ran out. That's fine. He thought that a person like Zhan Zhan, who was ignorant, would definitely be troubled after participating in the competition, but today it seems that his condition is actually pretty good.

He snorted coldly, "The people in white are from Baimeng Academy. They have always been cruel and ruthless in their actions. People who have fought with them are rarely intact regardless of the outcome. You'd better be careful."

Zhan Zhan said with a touching look on his face: "Thank you."

Wei Long: "..." Is this a threat?

Zhan Zhan didn't seem to hear that it was a threat, and pointed to the purple lineup and asked, "Where are them?"

He was not here to be a commentator!

Wei Long snorted coldly: "I won't tell you!"
Chapter completed!