"I don't know who is going to meet the young master."
"Haha, those who meet the young master are blessed. Next, let them take a good look at what it means to be a truly strong person."
"That's right, let's let those guys from the Origin Continent take a good look at what it means to be a real strong person."
"Start quickly, start quickly. I can't wait. I can't help but want to see it soon."
The contestants of the Chaos Ancient Clan looked at the figure on Arena and all whispered.
There was a hint of awe in their words.
They... seem to be afraid of this guy.
"He is not simple, fellow Daoist, please be careful."
Origin Continent Here, a monk whispered a reminder.
The person on Arena made him feel a little afraid.
Even though he had never fought before, even though it was only his first time meeting him, he still felt extremely fearful.
This feeling is intuition.
At their level, their intuition is very accurate, and it would be hard to overstate how accurate it is to describe it in four words.
"Don't worry, fellow Daoist, I will pay attention."
The monk smiled slightly, then raised his feet and walked towards Arena.
With one step, she didn't feel like she was walking out, but more like she was slowly condensing out of the air.
The first thing that emerges is the outline.
A faint, almost invisible halo trembled gently in the Void at the edge of Arena.
It's like the vague border when the morning mist is illuminated by the first ray of sunlight.
Then the halo began to be filled with color, which was a very light Moon White color. It was so white that it was almost transparent, and it had a warmer texture than transparent.
Finally, her figure completely solidified, like a drop of dew gathering and forming on a lotus leaf.
It was as natural as if she was already there, but no one noticed just now.
Her figure does not have clear bones and muscle lines like the Human Race woman.
Her body is a fluid, translucent Moon White colored substance.
Like the moonlight compressed to the extreme, and like a clear spring condensed into a human form.
The arc of the shoulders is extremely soft, with no edges and corners, from the neck to the shoulders to the arms.
Every contour line seems to have been traced by the finest pen tip, accurately and lightly.
The waist is so slender that it is almost unreal, and a few strands of brighter silver-white light can be vaguely seen slowly flowing in the layer of Moon White-colored material.
Like the water plants at the bottom of the river swaying gently in the flowing water.
Her legs were slender and well-proportioned, and the layer of Moon White-colored material at her ankles gradually faded.
It is almost completely transparent when you reach the toes, and every step you take feels like you are stepping on air. There is a very thin layer of shimmer between the soles of your feet and the stone bricks.
Her face is the most solid part of her body.
His face was extremely delicate, with the lines of his eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips so thin that they seemed to have been outlined stroke by stroke by moonlight.
Her skin was a translucent milky white, and there was a Moon White-colored rune the size of a fingernail in the middle of her forehead that was slowly rotating.
The rune is like a miniature whirlpool, with tiny star points surging inside.
Her eyebrows are very light, so light that they are almost invisible.
The eyes are extremely bright, and the pupils are silver-white, with no distinction between the iris and the whites of the eyes. The entire eyeball is like two moonstones polished into a spherical shape.
Her lips are very light pink, thin and soft, and the corners of her mouth are straight.
Even when he is not smiling, he has an extremely quiet feeling, as peaceful as the surface of a deep pool.
She was wearing a silver-white dress.
The material of the skirt is thinner than a cicada's wing and lighter than mist. The hem of the skirt hangs more than three feet behind her, but it is like a mist blown by the wind. When it gently brushes against the stone bricks, there is no trace of dust on it.
There are no embroidery patterns on the skirt, and the entire skirt is pure silver white.
But the skirt material itself will reflect a very fine and light colorful luster when the light flows, like a rainbow after the rain that has been crushed and woven into the fabric.
A thin silver-white belt was tied around her waist, and a string of small pendants made of Moon White colored light spots hung on the belt.
Each point of light is slowly flickering on and off, like a string of miniature moons.
Her feet were bare.
There is a thin silver-white chain tied to each ankle, with several extremely small Moon White stones hanging on the chain, and fine starlight is sealed in the stone.
Her hair is silver-white, reaching her waist, and the strands are extremely thin and soft, like moonlight spun into silk threads.
Her hair doesn't have the same weight as ordinary hair when it flows.
Each strand of hair is gently suspended in the air, like a fluff of dandelion fluff blown away by the wind.
She walked to the center of Arena and stood there, her silver-white pupils looking at the bloody and gilded figure opposite.
Her eyes were calm and clear, like a pool of water that could be seen to the bottom.
"Spirit Race, Yue Qingli."