Wuji Zi, dressed in a blue brocade robe, landed in the plaza. A white folding fan had appeared in his hand, with a golden belt around his waist and black boots on his feet.
His features were handsome as well.
Yet the most eye-catching thing was still his head of white hair.
Within Cloud Gazing Holy Land, a bearded man sat on the ground, holding a wine gourd and drunk beyond measure. Looking at the white-haired youth in the plaza, he took a swig and said:
"Your composure still isn't good enough. You stepped up so quickly.
If that's the case, once you achieve ten consecutive victories, the Demon Realm will definitely send an appropriate powerhouse to deal with you. Whether you win or lose, your consumption will be enormous. It seems first place has nothing to do with you."
After saying that, he fell asleep and even began to snore.
The disciples of Cloud Gazing Holy Land beside him could only smile wryly.
But no one dared say anything.
Because he was the strongest among all the contestants from Cloud Gazing Holy Land.
He was known as the Drunken Savage, a Half-Step Reincarnation Realm expert.
At Immortal Holy Land, a burly young man with his arms crossed over his chest stared at the white-haired youth in the plaza and muttered, "Is he making his move already?"
Ling Shuang Holy Land.
Ye Yiren looked at the white-robed woman before her, who was so cold that she did not even have a trace of expression, and asked, "Senior Sister Miao Zhen, who do you think will win between Chen Mo and Wuji Zi?"
"Chen Mo." Miao Zhen answered without joy or sorrow, her face utterly devoid of ripples.
Ye Yiren froze for a moment, then smiled. "How can Senior Sister Miao