Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, wanting to see who dared to jump out at this critical moment to provoke Zhou Xuanji.

Every sect will face suppression by enemies when holding a grand ceremony, but Zhou Xuanji ranks second in the world. Who can have such courage?

The speaker was the black-robed monk in the Dongyuan Temple team.

In front of everyone, he took a step forward, looked at Zhou Xuanji who was high above, and smiled and said, "Zhou Xuanji, you have a good luck in winning the world, but it's easy to break even if you dare to call yourself the strongest person in ancient times. Isn't it a bit arrogant?"

Zhou Xuanji glanced at him and said nothing.

He did not brag about talent to outsiders, these are all titles that the world holds on him.

This guy wanted to provoke him because of this, the reason he found was too lame.

The old man from Thunder Cliff and the disciples of the Emperor Jianting looked at the monk in black robe coldly, showing sarcastic smiles on his face.

The monk with black robe turned cold and slowly rose up. Widths of strange black gas emerged, wrapping around him.

"My ancestors had a powerful emperor. In terms of talent, no one in the world has ever been involved in me. I have been practicing for nearly a thousand years and have only been born today. I just happened to be the name of the Sword Emperor to be the most powerful in the world."

He smiled proudly, and many people were moved by hearing it.

Is there anyone who has proved the power of emperor in his ancestors?

This is really amazing.

Unfortunately, Zhou Xuanji was still expressionless, which made the black-robed monk angry.

It feels like hitting the cotton with all your might.
Chapter completed!