"Who are these guys?"
Lu Ming asked out of curiosity.
The five young men and women actually needed sect Master Wang and the others to accompany them.
"If you don't understand, then don't speak!"
The one who spoke was not han Ziling, but that seventh level divine Lord youth.
This person's name was Ping Ping, and he was the number one expert among the younger generation of plentiful city sword sect. He was even stronger than han Ziling, Wang changke, and the others.
He cast a cold glance at Lu Ming and continued, " if you're ignorant, then don't speak carelessly. Be careful not to get yourself into trouble. Those heaven's favorites are all external helpers invited by the sect leader. They're all from powerful races on the list of the ten thousand clans in untainted land. They're not ordinary races either. They're at least in the top 3000!
"So it's external help!"
Lu Ming muttered and did not even look at Ping Yang.
"This kid ..."