"If you run into him in the Four Nations League in the future, can you not 'fight', it's best not to 'fight', see a man sitting alone in a seat wearing a yellow 'color' robe, he is the current head of the Mo family, the power is not in him, after all, in the Four Nations League, the four major families play against the four major families, and the same age will play against the same age, and the fifth young master of the Mo family will be your biggest opponent at that time.

You are the same age, but he is very strong, and he is the best among his age.

Perhaps, in the four-court league, you will face each other. ”

Mu Xiaofeng knows about the Four Nations League and the Four Schools League, Mu Xiaofeng in her previous life was a member of the Mu family of the four major families, and she also participated in the Four Nations League, but the past is unbearable, and Mu Xiaofeng can't bear to recall the ruined deeds of Mu Xiaofeng in his mind.

Mu Xiaofeng wrote down the people that Night Wanyue said one by one in his mind, what he meant, asked her to pay special attention to those people, the important thing was not them, but the juniors around them, who must be a few geniuses like her.

At this moment, a man in a tuxedo came from outside, and he walked straight to his side, bent down and whispered something in his ear.

After speaking, he turned his eyes to Mu Xiaofeng, looking her up and down, but the result of looking at her quickly moved his eyes away, with regret in his eyes.

"Xiaofeng, I have something to deal with, you wait for me here, don't run around." Do you think she was a child? Yes! The soul is faint.

Night Wanyue said a word to Mu Xiaofeng and left with that man.

Not long after the night waning moon left, the big 'door' was suddenly opened, and all the people inside crowded into the big 'gate', what is this?

Mu Xiaofeng was still sitting in his seat, indifferently watching everything that happened.

A man with silver hair, wearing a white robe, and blue glass-like eyes, walked into the venue as if he was in the world.

"Holy Son!" Someone immediately came to greet them. The Holy Son of the Temple of Light rarely appeared in front of everyone, and when everyone heard someone shouting like this, they all looked at the Holy Son of the Temple of Light with wide eyes.

Mu Xiaofeng's eyes also widened, it was him, he was the Holy Son of the Temple of Light, and the Holy Son of the Temple of Light was Mo Chenye?!

"Hey! What are you still sitting here for? Don't you know that the best place in this venue can only be sat by the Holy Son? Someone saw Mu Xiaofeng sitting leisurely in his position and said uncomfortably.

In the entire venue, only the place where Mu Xiaofeng sat was the best.

"Does this seat have the name of the Son written on it?" Mu Xiaofeng didn't move, looking at the person who shouted at her with a cold expression.

"Even if the name of the Holy Son is not written, then it can only be sat by the Holy Son, where did you come from? Don't know the rules? ”

"Rules? Scold! Mu Xiaofeng sneered, and then saw her stand up and kick the man's stomach, "Bang! With a bang, the man was kicked and flew a few meters backwards.

"All I know is that hard fists are rules." Mu Xiaofeng is the most unaccustomed to this kind of person, in order to flatter some big people, he bullies other people, and the blame is only on this person's bad luck, if he says this to others, others will look at the face of the Holy Son and give up his seat, but it is Mu Xiaofeng who he provokes.

Mu Xiaofeng didn't care what kind of holy son he was.