When he thought of this, Su Yi's heart did not waver at all. Instead, he felt that this girl was a little boring.
If the crowd knew that Su Yi actually had such thoughts, their hatred for Su Yi would probably increase exponentially.
"Why? Are you dumbfounded?" Chang Mengli tilted her head. Her eyes seemed to contain some hazy teasing intent.
"Do you think you're very good-looking?" Su Yi directly retorted without any mercy.
Obviously, Chang Mengli did not expect Su Yi to have such a reaction. She had absolute confidence in her figure and appearance. She took two steps back. Her exquisite figure was like the most beautiful picture scroll flowing in front of Su Yi.
An intoxicating gentleness immediately caused countless cultivators below the stage to be infatuated and exclaim in admiration.
"I think I'm much prettier than Liu Ruoxi! What do you think? "
After saying that, Chang Mengli glanced at Liu Ruoxi below the stage. The endless ridicule and arrogance in her eyes seemed to indicate that she was the future Saint of the World Sacred Mountain.
The Ninth Saintess, who was as noble as a snow lotus in the eyes of others, was simply worthless.
"Su Yi …" Liu Ruoxi's jade-like body faced the wind. Her fragrant hands clenched slightly.
If they were to fight fair and square, Liu Ruoxi would not be afraid at all. However, Chang Mengli's attack inexplicably made her feel sour in her heart.
Tilting his head, his exquisite eyes fixed on Duanmu Xiao Man's body. Her temperament was graceful, as light as a cloud, Duanmu Xiao Man seemed to be standing on top of a high mountain, no one could reach out to touch her.
However, Liu Ruoxi knew that she only had eyes for Su Yi. She did not feel the slightest bit of competition for Duanmu Xiaoman's attention.
"Palace Master Duanmu also likes Su Yi, but why don't I feel that sour?"
Liu Ruoxi smiled bitterly. Who was she worried about?
Once Heavenly Wind ended, their fates would be completely sealed. Whichever Heavenly Wind ranked higher would have to shoulder the Holy Mountain's mission, find the Heavenly Wind Divine Sword, and inherit the Holy Mountain's legacy.
He could only wholeheartedly assist the new Saint Emperor. He could not help but sense that the Xuehong House and Yuchi Changfeng had already ended. He was immediately filled with loneliness and sorrow.
On the battle platform, the two people who seemed to be quite compatible with each other were constantly attracting the attention of the crowd. One was elegant, while the other was charming and affectionate.
Su Yi shook his head and said loudly, "First, in terms of appearance, you are no match for my master, the Imperial Goddess, Duanmu Xiaoman!"
Smacking his lips and narrowing his eyes, Su Yi sized up Chang Mengli from head to toe. He propped his chin on his hand and said solemnly.
"In terms of temperament, you're far inferior to my Liu Ruoxi!"
The first sentence had already caused the expression in Chang Mengli's eyes to change rapidly. After the second sentence, Chang Mengli's eyes were filled with anger and her beautiful face turned cold!
The biggest taboo for a woman was to be called inferior by others! Especially this kind of woman who thought that she was too good to have any friends!
This was all the more reason for him to recognize reality.
Su Yi stopped Chang Mengli from charging forward and blocked her with his palm. He said loudly, "Third, at your age, you're already going to have wrinkles. You're even less comparable to my wife, Liu Ruoxi!"
Three sentences, each more ruthless than the last. Everyone knew the consequences of angering a woman.
Moreover, she was the Saintess of the Saint Mountain. While countless people were admiring Su Yi's courage, they also hated Su Yi.
He actually dared to verbally attack such a beautiful woman!
The anger in Chang Mengli's eyes had already reached its peak. Her knuckles turned purple and crackling sounds shocked the crowd.
"I originally wanted you to join the Saint Mountain, but I've changed my mind now. Go to hell! All of you, go to hell! "
Su Yi's lips curled into a cold smile. He quickly formed hand seals with both hands and a surging force swept across the field. A ball of blazing wind and fire rapidly compressed the space in front of him.
Chang Mengli, who was through the space, seemed to have become a little distorted. Su Yi added one last sentence.
"I have one more sentence for you. Don't think that you're a treasure. In my eyes, you're just a ball of excrement! "
"Damn! How dare he say that! "
"That's the Saintess of the Saint Mountain. She's trying to be nice to you, but you're insulting her so directly?"
"Does he have such a deep grudge with the Saint Mountain?"
Su Yi's last sentence completely stunned everyone. While they stared at Su Yi, they also paid attention to The Lord's expression.
The Lord's expression was cold, and there seemed to be a hint of helplessness in his eyes. On the other hand, Sheng Huo was furious. His white hair was fluttering in the wind, and he was stopped by a few people.
As the Grand Supreme Elder, although he had long put his focus back on cultivation, he still had a lot of feelings for these Saints and Saintesses since they were young.
Insulting the future of the Saint Mountain was equivalent to insulting the Saint Mountain. Beating up the Saints and Saintesses was equivalent to trampling the Saint Mountain.
It was no different from trampling on Su Yi's Mountain Gate!
"The grudge between him and the Saint Mountain is too deep!" The Lord shook his head. He knew that other than Liu Ruoxi, no one else would be able to solve this grudge.
In the crowd, a short figure kept nodding. It was Suruga, whom Su Yi admired.
"Great, this is the person that I, Suruga, have chosen!"
Situ Liuyun shook her head and whispered, "In the Shenjian Gate, Su Yi is too arrogant, and Mu Yao is too arrogant. However, both of them are very talented!"
Shenjian Gate had already achieved the best result in the past thousands of years. Liu Yunfeng had been defeated, and Mu Yao had successfully entered the top 200.
Although Yun Lingfeng, whom she did not approve of, had also entered the top 200, Situ Liuyun was not happy at all.
Situ Liuyun had mixed feelings as she looked at the arrogant and elegant Su Yi on the fighting ring.
If she had not been pressured by her sect to wait for Su Yi's return, the current Shenjian Gate would be different!
Hidden behind Situ Liuyun's back, a pair of ghostly dark eyes stared fixedly at Su Yi.
"Su Yi, I will make you beg for mercy in front of everyone!" Yun Lingfeng was as cold as a knife. His aura was gloomy and terrifying. His complexion had turned from white to black.
Bang!
On the fighting ring, Chang Mengli was so angry that she was about to bleed. The Holy King Protective Aura surrounded her, and a long sword was held high in the sky. A shadow condensed behind her, and the image of the Holy King shot out.
"You are only at the Second Level of the Origin Emperor Realm. Do you really think that I am interested in you? Go and apologize to Yu Hen! "Chang Mengli yelled.
In a short moment, the image of the Holy King pushed the space in front of it away.
In an instant, the energy of heaven and earth gathered, and the wind and clouds surged. A majestic golden light pierced through the space and flashed.
The moment the image of the Holy King pounced, the soul pressure collapsed from the sky like a tidal wave. Instantly, the surrounding space cracked and spread rapidly!
"Go to hell!"
The domineering golden light covered the sky, and the surrounding space collapsed inch by inch. Suddenly, the image of the Holy King pounced down!
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