As if to save Feng Hao some face, Joan Of Arc and Yan Qing did not make things difficult for him in front of everyone. On the contrary, they stayed by his side gently. However, the two slender hands on his waist made Feng Hao understand that things were not over yet.
At this moment, he could only smile bitterly. He did not dare to argue at all.
Feng Hao never thought that the gentle Joan Of Arc would turn into a tigress. What a miscalculation.
Although everyone could see the small movements between them, no one pointed it out. However, that fellow from Longyue Pass was standing by the door and smiling maliciously. Fenghao gritted his teeth when he saw this and decided to find a time to loosen this fellow's bones.
At the same time, during their conversation, Fenghao also found out that the Hundred Race Grand Competition had been brought forward by three days. He could not help but secretly rejoice. If Elder Fen had not asked him to bring it forward, he probably would have missed the competition.
"Can you make it into the top ten?"
Following Dongfang Zheng's question, everyone's gaze landed on Feng Hao's determined face.
"Yes."
Fenghao nodded his head. He did not speak much, but his words revealed a sense of confidence.
He was confident that he could even fight against peak Ninth Stage Saint Level experts with Divine Bodies and Variant Bodies in Penglai World, let alone some small fry from the Hundred Race Continent.
Unless he had a Divine Master Body, he was confident that he could defeat anyone.
That single word calmed everyone down. This was especially true for Dongfang Zheng. A happy smile even appeared on his aged face.
He was very excited. Perhaps the Human Race would rise in their generation.
This was the wish of countless sages. After experiencing too many failures, everyone had lost their confidence. However, Fenghao's domineering appearance gave Dong Fang Zheng a glimmer of hope. Today, perhaps, he would be able to witness the occurrence of a miracle.
As for Xie Yandong and the others, they naturally didn't think that this was empty talk. After all, Feng Hao had done too many impossible things. One more wouldn't be too much.
After a while, Dongfang Zheng suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked Feng Hao, "Where's the half-step great emperor?"
"Elder Jiang."
Feng Hao rubbed his nose. "He can't enter the Hundred Race Tower, so he can only stay in the Hundred Race Ancient City."
No one from the Penglai Realm was allowed to enter the area of the Hundred Clan Tower. Anyone who disobeyed would become an enemy of the Hundred Clan Tower. Fearing that things would get out of hand, he did not force the issue.
"Oh, I see."
Dongfang Zheng nodded in relief when he recalled the rules of the Hundred Race Tower.
Outsiders could not participate in the competition between the Hundred Races, so even if Feng Hao knew such a powerful figure, he could not help at all.
"You and him …"
"Left Protector, don't worry. Elder Jiang is our absolute ally."
Feng Hao naturally knew what he was worried about, so he patted his chest and guaranteed.
"That's good."
Dongfang Zheng smiled and nodded. After glancing at Joan Of Arc and Yan Qing, he said, "Go and get ready. Tomorrow is the Hundred Race Grand Competition."
"Alright."
The corner of Feng Hao's mouth twitched. With Joan Of Arc and Yan Qing in his arms and Little Qing Meng following behind, the four of them slowly walked toward a small courtyard not far away.
Not long after, a burst of laughter burst out in the room.
Even someone as strong as Feng Hao had his own weaknesses.
As soon as he entered the room, the gentleness on Joan Of Arc and Yan Qing's faces instantly disappeared. They looked at him coldly, their gazes sweeping across his body like knives. It made Feng Hao's hair stand on end.
After all, he was someone who had done something he was guilty of.
"Tell me, how many female confidantes did you get to know in Penglai?"
Yan Qing looked straight at him and asked in an unfriendly tone. She was a little aggressive.
"Uh …"
Feng Hao dodged her gaze, not daring to look at her sharp eyes. He said vaguely, "Not many. Actually, they can't be considered confidantes …"
"Tell me, how many are there?"
Joan Of Arc also pressed forward. Her slender body was vividly and vividly revealed under her tight dress. The pair of proud peaks appeared in front of him, and the fragrance of her body assaulted his nostrils. It made Feng Hao's heart heat up. His eyes stared straight at the pair of proud peaks, causing Joan Of Arc's originally cold face to suddenly flash with a charming blush.
"Still not being honest."
Joan Of Arc pouted. Her slender jade-like hands directly circled around his waist, causing a certain someone to suck in a breath of cold air in pain.
"Daddy is a bad guy. Meng 'er doesn't like daddy anymore. You're a womanizer. Hmph."
Little Qing Meng added fuel to the fire from behind, also looking at him with disdain.
She also didn't want too many people to share the love that Feng Hao gave her.
"Alright, I'll be honest."
Fenghao had a dejected look on his face, and a bitter smile hung on the corner of his mouth. He then glanced at the three women who were pretending to be cold and aloof, before pointing out a finger and saying, "One."
Strictly speaking, there was indeed only Le Xin. Huangfu Wushuang didn't count at all. As for Spring … well … half.
"Still not being honest."
Yan Qing also stepped forward and circled around his other waist. "I've already inquired about it. You once spent a night with the number one beauty of Spring Wind Pavilion in Dongding City in the Eastern Domain. Do you dare to say that you didn't?"
"Uh, this …"
Feng Hao opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but he found that he had no way to defend himself.
He did spend a night in Spring's boudoir, but he didn't do anything. However, would anyone believe such words?
The number one beauty of Spring Wind Pavilion, although not the number one beauty in the world, was really rare in the world. Those who could be compared to her were all famous beauties.
Who would believe that he didn't do anything when he was in the same room with such a stunning beauty?
That was simply not a man.
"I …"
"Do you dare to say that you didn't do anything?"
Joan Of Arc pressed forward, and her pretty face was full of unkindness. She was going to use torture.
"I really don't know whether the number one beauty of Spring Wind Pavilion is blind or not. There are so many geniuses in Penglai, but she chose you."
Yan Qing also snorted indignantly at the side. Her jealousy was so strong that it made her teeth clench.
"Alright, she's one."
Under such pressure, Feng Hao could only compromise. After all, in front of Dongding City, only Spring stood up for him. As long as his heart was not made of stone, he would be moved.
"Except for Spring, that Huangfu Wushuang, do you dare to say that you didn't do anything to her?"
Joan Of Arc continued to interrogate. "A girl would rather chase you alone, but she didn't tell you the reason. There must be a secret behind it."
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