Higher Level

The sudden change not only made Zhao Ningshu's proud face gloomy, but also the young geniuses and Yin Huan Mo Qing who were in the audience slightly off guard.

calling...

But before everyone could react, a round and fat figure had risen into the sky, directly past Zhao Ningshu and even Zhao Xinwu, and landed firmly in front of Mo Qing, seemingly within ten feet.

This figure that flew to the foot of the ground in front of Mo Qing was definitely a spirit pill. Seeing that he would be seriously injured or even killed directly under Zhao Ningshu's palm, he suddenly turned around so quickly.

Mo Qing glanced at the somewhat empty Lingwan in front of him, and suddenly turned his gaze to the scene of the fight just now. Under this gaze, he couldn't help but frown a little, because he suddenly felt that a path had suddenly appeared on the field. The thin, roughly dressed figure seemed somewhat familiar.

"Yun Xiao? This… how is this possible?"