บท 4191: End Of This Round (6)

Li Moying stood on the ring, looking around and said in a cold but arrogant tone.

"According to the rules, I am now the number one in the group, am I not?"

Hearing his question, the stunned referee suddenly woke up, and hurriedly responded: "That's right, Young Master Li, you are now the number one in this group, and you can successfully qualify for the match."

Li Moying nodded, and said again: "Is there anyone who wants to challenge me? If you want to come, you can come on stage now."

His voice reverberated throughout the crowd and his tone was very calm, without any obvious emotion.

However, upon hearing his words, the fellow cultivators present couldn't help shivering, and they didn't even dare to chat, for fear that Li Moying would think that they were challenging him and would drag them onto the stage.

Just kidding, it's not like they took the wrong medicine. How could they not figure out how to challenge such a perverted genius?