While Breaking Waves Riding Wind and the others chatted, beams of white light flashed one after another as Feng Xing Jiu Zhou and his group appeared on Dragon Scale Mountain. The smiles on their faces made it clear that they had defeated their opponents.
"Eh, Yan Hua Yi Leng, judging from the bloodstains left by the monsters around here, you defeated your opponents quite a while ago." Feng Xing Jiu Zhou looked around and pondered briefly before continuing, "It seems your opponents surrendered outright."
"Uncle Feng Xing is amazing. You saw through it at a glance." June Flying Snow smiled prettily. "It was the same for you, right? Otherwise, you couldn't have finished your opponents within five minutes."
"Heh, we got lucky. Our opponents were a third-rate guild, and they surrendered as soon as they saw us." Feng Xing Jiu Zhou laughed, then changed his tone. "But that old fellow Dukang wasn't so fortunate. He ran into people from the Yinian Family. I wonder if he can beat them."
Feng Xing Jiu Zhou naturally understood the strength of the Fine Wine Family and the Yinian Family. There was no real suspense in a battle between the two sides; he had merely said that on purpose.
With a laugh, the members of Misty Pavilion said nothing.
More than half an hour later, God of Wine Dukang and his group also finished their match. The smiles on their faces showed that they had won.
"Heh, old Feng Xing, you were quick this time. Looks like your opponents weren't much." God of Wine Dukang shot Feng Xing Jiu Zhou a sidelong glance, looking quite pleased with himself.
"So what if you ran into the Yinian Family and beat them? What's there to be proud of? We could beat them too if we met