"The more you look at those four beauties, the more stunning they become. It's so pleasant, really envy that guy, if only he could spare one for me."
"That kid really is lucky with the ladies."
"Who are they really? Just a handful of people, clearly from a third-rate force, yet dared to challenge the alchemists of the Northern Profound Realm."
"That kid is not an alchemist; there's no fluctuation of soul power."
Everyone was discussing quietly.
"Brother Li, they're delivering beauties to us," said a Saint Emperor Realm alchemist, rubbing his hands with a smile, almost drooling.
"A windfall from the heavens, four beauties, I only need one!" Brother Li said excitedly, his gaze fixed on Ling Xiaoxiao.
Completely ignoring Feng Wuchen's feelings.
Looking at those dozen or so alchemists, Feng Wuchen had never seen any of them.
Wasn't it said that they had participated in the alchemist conference?
How could Feng Wuchen have never seen them?
