C213 (1/2)

”So his most powerful weapon is actually the sword. He has truly made a mistake.”

In the audience, Eastern Hu'er's eyes flickered as she looked at Cang Yun. A hint of surprise appeared on her enchanting face.

”Oh? What does Benefactor Dongfang mean by this? ” At the side, Monk Jiu Xuan asked.

”That guy is the young master of the Vastheaven Realm. That place is famous for its palm techniques. I thought he had inherited this fact. Now it seems that I was wrong. He had another fortuitous encounter. ” Eastern Fox didn't hide anything as he explained slowly.

”Even I have heard of the Vastheaven Realm. From the looks of it, your achievement must have been fated.”

The Mystic Mist sect master nodded his head. The Vastheaven World was only a small power ranked at the bottom of the Azure Province. For a character like Cang Yun to appear here, it was indeed very lucky.

”Heh, this guy really hides his strength well, but that's good. It gives us even more hope of catching up.”

Eastern Fox's beautiful eyes gazed at Cang Yun on the stage, his long and narrow eyes smiling like a pair of crescent moons, very much looking forward to it.

On the other side, after Cang Yun put away his sword, he slowly walked down the stage under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

In the Sacred City, there was a rule that stated that every person only had one chance to be challenged or be challenged. In other words, Cang Yun's chance today had already been used up.

The Holy City had set this rule because they wanted the ranking tournament to be fair, because there were only a hundred stages, and each year, there would be no less than ten thousand participants. If so, without this rule, many people would stay on the stage and keep challenging, which was very unfair to the others.