Outside the array, a group of friars gathered in twos and threes, watching the rolling fog. Some of them were worried, some were curious, some were sneering, some were whispering.

"it's unknown that ye Daoyou can fight so fiercely with the famous cliff."

Suwen stood side by side with Murong Mingzhu and said with interest.

Murong Ming asked with a smile, "sister, who can win the battle?"

he said, "the magic power of thousand cliffs is rare among the monks of the same level, and almost can be listed in the Dragon list. Even my younger sister is in Longzhu island and Shuiyue holy land. I heard about this man....