Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

On the plaza, silence lasted for several breaths.

At Lingxiao Upper Sect, Bai Yuexin sighed inwardly. "That old fellow Luo Zhixian really has found himself a good seedling."

Beside him, Zhou Xiang's fists were clenched tight.

"He... has already reached this level."

Zhou Xiang muttered in a low voice, more determination in his eyes. "I need to work even harder, otherwise, even catching up to his shadow will be difficult."

Mei Yingxue had a different state of mind.

Her beautiful eyes first burst with delighted radiance, almost cheering aloud, then she quickly covered her mouth, afraid of losing composure.

But that sincere joy and admiration were already written on her face.

In the center of the arena.