章節 1490: Devil Race Young Lord

Sensing the countless people's gazes of admiration, Lou Yuye gave a proud smile and withdrew his hand before looking at Zhao Fu condescendingly.

Zhao Fu's expression was cold, and before he did anything Mo Qianmo said softly, "Husband, can I go and try?"

Hearing this, Zhao Fu looked at her and his expression softened as he lightly nodded his head.

Lou Yuye had never expected Zhao Fu to send a woman whose beauty was not inferior to Jue Tianling's instead of acting himself. Seeing this, they felt quite curious; since she had dared to come out, she would have to have at least talent comparable to Jue Tianling's.

However, this woman's strength was incredibly weak, and she did not even have Stage 3 strength.

Mo Qianmo ignored everyone's gazes and slowly walked up as she lightly placed her hand on the dragon pillar.

Boom!