“Foster father, over here!”
In front of the main city area of the Mu Li tribe.
A group of strong disciples of the Mu Li tribe were floating in the air.
There were more than 10,000 strong disciples.
Some of these strong disciples were participating in the competition while others were there to watch the fun.
Tian Ci followed his mother and some of his elders. When he saw Wang Xian flying over, he waved his hand excitedly.
“Okay!”
Wang Xian flew over and nodded at him.
“Young master Wang Xian!”
Mu Liyin er saw Wang Xian and greeted him with a smile.
Wang Xian nodded at her.
“Good Day, young master Wang Xian!”
“Good Day, young master Wang Xian!”
At the side, Mu Liyin er’s brothers greeted Wang Xian.
Wang Xian responded politely one by one.
Mu Liyin ‘er knew that Wang Xian had the strength of a level seven universe overlord.
He also told this news to his family.