You Just Called Me Ningmeng, Why Now Palace Mistress!

Bang!

A muffled sound suddenly interrupted Zhuang Ningmeng's thoughts.

"Is this Sword Intent?"

"Sect Master Wang, should we go take a look?"

"No need, it's just a few loser disciples comprehending the first level of Sword Intent." Wang Zhong shook his head, seemingly unimpressed.

Zhuang Ningmeng's face turned black.

Dude!

This is the first level of Sword Intent!

Do you think it's child's play?

If comprehending the first level of Sword Intent still makes them losers, then most of the nine higher-ranked immortal sects would be losers. Even many elders would find it hard to comprehend the first level of Sword Intent, let alone the disciples.

Zhuang Ningmeng hadn't comprehended Sword Intent because she practiced a different type of martial art. However, she knew how difficult it was.

Zhuang Ningmeng felt that Wang Zhong was too arrogant.