"How did this happen... ah!"
Li Mucheng covered his face with his hands, feeling he must have socially died this time.
"Aren't you coming back?"
An elder of Li Mucheng hurriedly reached out a hand, sucked him to the side of the field, and scolded him fiercely.
Zhou Fengyuan and Li Mucheng who were present had been secretly approached by the City Lord of Tianmiao Holy City.
Therefore, their elders didn't know why their juniors were challenging disciples of the Misty Sect.
In their view, these juniors must be crazily seeking fame.
"The second match, a disciple of the Misty Sect wins."
The Mad Drunkard declared the result of the spar, then gulped down a large swig of medicinal wine, a look of enjoyment on his face and a longing to continue drinking.
"Is anyone else looking to continue the spar?"
Having finished his drink, the Mad Drunkard looked around the crowd and asked.
"I will!"
Another young prodigy stepped forward.
It was a woman!