As Meng Jiaolong approached, Meng Chuan felt an "enormous" sense of pressure.
Seeing the other party's unfriendly face, he withdrew his gaze and continued to stand firm.
No worries, just practice well yourself.
Perhaps unintentionally, one by one, he will eventually surpass the old acquaintances.
Meng Chuan had confidence in this.
Suddenly thinking of something, his face turned somewhat strange.
He secretly thought to himself:
"If that Chen Jingyi is Luo Meng's disciple, wouldn't that make me her martial uncle..."
To prevent him from peeking, Meng Jiaolong started telling him about the nine-stage experts in this competition again.
Telling him for a long time, he almost got bored listening to it.
Meng Chuan was curious, not knowing what Meng Jiaolong was thinking. He himself was at the seventh stage, spending all day researching those nine-stage experts for what...
The night before, he had already studied the tactics of these people.