A moment later, the Yun family of the sacred mountain cheered. No matter what, the Yun family of the Sacred Mountain had won 6-4!
Yun Haofeng was stunned. On one hand, he had lost too much blood, and on the other hand, he was in disbelief.
The chili dough given to him by his niece Qian Yi not only saved her life, but also helped him win?
Why did it feel so surreal?
When he thought of Yun Chujiu’s death, his nose couldn’t help but ache, and tears almost fell down.
The Yun family of the sacred mountain was happy, but the Feng clan’s side didn’t want to do it anymore!
Because although Feng Chixi had washed his eyes with water, they were still red and swollen. For a moment, he couldn’t see the composition of this “Poison powder”.
Shan Yanghu said in a flustered and exasperated manner, “Patriarch Yun, we agreed in advance that we would compete in sword techniques and cultivation, but you guys shamelessly poisoned him. Is this the style of your sacred mountain’s Yun Family?