"Great!"
"Master Ancestor's impressive Qinggong!"
Wei Quan watched from below as Cheng Fengxiao floated in and leaped onto the high platform, clapping his hands in excitement!
Three zhang!
Ten meters!
As tall as a three-story building!
A single leap to the top? Flying up?
Unimaginable!
Unimaginable indeed!
Not to mention flying up, even climbing would be difficult.
Not to mention climbing up, even jumping down would be hard.
The Iron Wire Martial Arts Hall hadn't participated in the Martial Arts Competition for three years, and Cheng Fengxiao hadn't been here for three years either. It just so happened that Wei Quan joined the Iron Wire Martial Arts Hall three years ago, meaning he had never seen Cheng Fengxiao among the ranks of the big shots.
He had always regretted it deeply.
Today he finally got to see it, fulfilling his long-held wish; he could die without regret.
"Stop clapping."
"Get up there."
