After the Rebirth of the Unbeatable Queen

After Wangyou got out of the ring, he went straight to the rest area on the side of the court. Murong Feixue looked at Wangyou and smiled at him, "It was a good fight."

Wangyou nodded politely and didn't say anything more, while another man next to him, named Park Xiangyuan, looked sideways and said, "It seems that you still retain your strength, but I didn't expect that I really misjudged you before."

Wangyou glanced at him and said lightly, "Maybe it's a little stronger than what you see now."

"Really? Then I'm looking forward to fighting you in a while, I hope you won't let me down." Park Xiangyuan raised his fighting spirit instantly.

Wangyou still calmly replied: "If you win this game, you may have a chance."

In the ring, Yuan Ji also just announced: "In the next group, Murong Feixue will play against Park Xiangyuan."

Murong Feixue also got up at this moment, smiled at Wangyou again and said, "I'm also looking forward to meeting you, so..."

Looking at Park Xiangyuan once, he smiled lightly: "I won't let it."

Park Xiangyuan looked sideways and replied, "I won't be merciful either."

After the two left, Ye Feng looked at him, curled his lips slightly, and said slowly, "I'm also very curious, what kind of attributes do you have?"

"Will you find out after you fight?" Wangyou replied indifferently, then sat down.

Ye Feng chuckled and asked, "Really? What if we don't meet?"

Wangyou looked sideways, her indifferent eyes had a hint of playfulness, and she hooked her lips back: "I have already entered the finals, if there is only one possibility of not meeting, guess which one it is?"

Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, his face changed slightly, "Okay, I just forgot, but even if we fight, I'm really worried, I'll beat you in a few seconds, it's really not fun."

"Either each other." Wangyou glanced at him, then retracted his gaze.

drip... drip...

It was the voice of the contactor, Wangyou took it out, turned it on, looked at it, and walked out.

Ye Feng glanced back and looked towards the stage.

In one corner of the auditorium, a man and a woman were sitting in the farthest corner, watching the competition on the stage, they were all very excited.

The woman's face was covered with cloth, only revealing a pair of eyes, "Cousin, that Wangyou just now is so domineering..."

Why is the man so familiar? These eyebrows, this appearance, isn't it Dongfang Moqi?

Dongfang Moqi nodded and hummed softly.

Fan Sisi looked at Murong Feixue in the ring and whispered, "This is the number one beauty of the Immortal Sect, Senior Sister Murong? She looks really wrong, but, to be honest, she's still not as good-looking as Feng Qingcheng."

There was a trace of complexity in Dongfang Moqi's eyes, and then he pulled it away, turning to a calm color, "Well, indeed."

"Really? Although I don't want to admit it, it's really not comparable." Fan Sisi said with certainty.

"Sisi, you'd better not say this in front of outsiders, understand?" Dongfang Moqi said and looked at her.

Fan Sisi nodded quickly and said helplessly, "Yes, Sisi knows."

After living in Xianzong for more than a month, she finally understood why Shi Yuxiang didn't agree with coming to the Western Continent at the beginning. The people here are all very talented and powerful. Those who are weak are simply looked down upon, and they are only bullied. Even if the rich come to the sect, it may not work.

Money is not easy here, strength is king, and she is fortunate to have Dongfang Moqi, who is also under Ye Feng's hands, and no one dares to provoke her. Otherwise, she would have been bullied long ago. Even so, she still received a lot of scorn in the sect.