Murong Li's words made the stands drop their jaws.

Most of them widened their eyes and mouths wide open, unable to believe what they had heard.

"The Seventh Prince actually admitted defeat?"

"Oh my God, am I hallucinating? This can't be true, is it? How could the Seventh Prince admit defeat?"

Meng Feifei heard him admit defeat, quickly thrust the machete in his hand into the belt on his back, and then arched his hand at Murong Li, and said calmly: "Accept." ”

Even the person in charge of the competition was shocked, and it took a while to come back to his senses, and he ran in with a scroll and a brush in small steps, and repeatedly confirmed: "The Seventh Prince is serious?"

Murong Li threw him coldly and strode away from the competition venue.

Seeing this, the person in charge had no choice but to write a horizontal under Meng Feifei's name: "In the first half of the finals, the Seven Princes faced Meng Feifei, and the winner Meng Feifei accumulated one point." ”

"What is the origin of this Meng Feifei? He actually forced the Seven Princes to admit defeat without making a sound. ”

"Do you think Meng Feifei is stronger, or Jing Bao'er is stronger?"

"I don't know, it's better to gamble, I'll still bet on our dark horse Jing Bao'er. ”

"Then I'll bet on Feifei, this kid's strength is also very weird, maybe he is the last dark horse. ”

"What do you think of him?" Bai Ye saw that Jing Ge had been paying attention to Meng Feifei, and couldn't help but want to ask her what she was thinking.

"Very strong. Jing Ge touched his chin: "But I will still win." ”

"Haha. Bai Ye looked at her proud and confident cute appearance, suddenly laughed, couldn't help it, reached out and rubbed her hairy head.

Da Bai, who was nestled in her arms, saw his hand reach out.

"Wang. ”

Wang screamed twice, and his two calves stood on tiptoe against Jing Ge's thighs, straightened his body, stretched his forelimbs, and tried to slap Bai Ye's hand off Jing Ge's head.

Jing Ge was almost injured in the face by Da Bai's claws.

She got up suddenly, turned her head and shook off Bai Ye's hand, and the big white in her arms stuffed Bai Ye's body, turned around and walked out of the stands.

There is a limited amount of time for today, and there will be no match for her in the next time.

Jing Ge can now leave early.

"This little boy, our master of the Wuling Sect wants to ask the little boy to meet. ”

As soon as Jing Ge walked out of the door of the venue, he was immediately stopped by a bald head and a red-haired man.

Jing Ge looked at them for a while, and suddenly remembered that he had seen them at the venue at the end of the game.

And the Wuling Sect, isn't it the place where Xi Anliang was thrown away by his father to cultivate since he was a child?

A person who can teach such gentleness should not be a bad person.

Jing Ge's mind turned, and after a moment, he nodded and agreed.

"Lead the way. ”

"Knock knock. ”

"Master, people have brought it. ”

The bald and red-haired man took Jing Ge to a nearby inn and knocked on the door of one of the rooms on the second floor.

"Squeak. ”

The door opened, but no one stood inside.

"Little boy, please come inside. The bald head took the lead and made a gesture of please to Jing Ge.

Jing Ge followed in.

He was dressed in white clothes and had white hair.

The man's expression was elegant, and when he looked at Jing Ge's inquiring gaze, he just nodded slightly and greeted: "Come and sit, a coarse tea, and I hope the little boy will not dislike it." ”

It seems that not only are people good-looking, but even their voices are so good-looking.

Jing Ge walked across from the white-haired man and sat down.

The white-haired man moved gracefully, poured two cups of hot tea, and handed one to Jing Ge.

"What are you looking for from me?"