I Swear I Don’t Have A Python In My Pool

At this time, in the city of Fuling, the top world of Qiling.

After Wang Mang finished the test, seven Tianjiao were selected later.

Under the leadership of an elder, eight people came to a luxurious room.

Plates of spiritual fruits are displayed on a dark wooden table.

Eight exquisite teacups correspond to eight positions.

Seeing all this in his eyes, Wang Mang also felt a burst of emotion.

As expected of a top power, the things they entertained are so extravagant.

"Everyone has been waiting in line for so long, drink tea here to recuperate for a while, and there will be elders at that time."

The old man who led the way smiled and said to several people, and then left.

Only the eight people left looked at each other in the room.

Wang Mang naturally found a seat and sat down, picked up a crystal clear spiritual fruit and gnawed it.

Seeing Wang Mang's very natural demeanor, the corners of the mouths of the other seven also twitched.

Those who didn't know thought this was Wang Mang's own home.

But after someone took the lead, they also took their seats.

At this time, Wang Mang gnawed the spirit fruit in his hand in two or three strokes.

Not to mention pretty good, tender and sweet. As for the power of the great way provided by the spirit fruit, it is almost negligible to Wang Mang.

At the same time, a young man wearing a small round mirror sat next to Wang Mang.

Unlike other people drinking tea and tasting spiritual fruit, this young man is sliding the pen in his hand, as if he is recording something.

This unusual situation naturally attracted the attention of others.

Wang Mang, who was next to him, couldn't help but leaned his head over, wanting to see what this guy was writing.

From coming in to now, this person has not stopped.

And Wang Mang also recognized it, this guy was the one he had met on the street before.

The moment Wang Mang leaned over, the young man immediately closed the book.

Seeing this, Wang Mang was not embarrassed, he picked up a spiritual fruit as if nothing had happened and continued to chew on it.

At this time, the young man next to Wang Mang casually glanced at Wang Mang, then continued to open the book and started recording.

For a moment, the entire room was extraordinarily quiet.

Except for Wang Mang and Record Youth, the other Tianjiao are all looking at the situation of the people around them.

The sound of brush strokes across the book, and Wang Mang's unscrupulous chewing sound were especially clear at this time.

Wang Mang is also eating high at this time, although he does not need to eat in his current state.

But the taste of this spirit fruit is really good.

There is a fruit plate on the table in front of everyone.

And Wang Mang's has been completely emptied.

Seeing the young man around him looking like a nerd, Wang Mang also looked at the fruit plate in front of him.

At this moment, the door was pushed open.

An old man with white hair and childlike face came in.

Behind him was a young man with sword eyebrows and star eyes,

The young man was wearing a light golden robe, with a heroic air flowing between his brows.

In an instant, Wang Mang's eyes locked on him.

With such a temperament, you can't be wrong, it should be the young patriarch of the Qifen clan.

Do you want to do it now?

For a moment, Wang Mang began to weigh in his heart.

At this time, the young man in the golden robe behind the old man also noticed that someone was watching him.

Following where his gaze came from, he saw Wang Mang at a glance.

Quietly perceiving Wang Mang's realm aura, the Patriarch of the Seventh Young Master also frowned.

Immortal Realm Four Heavens? How did such a realm pass the selection?

Forget it, there is only one purpose of his trip, and that is to see the arrogance who was praised by several elders.

The march of the emperor of the star field is imminent, and such an arrogance can just become a great help for him.

As soon as he thought of this, he withdrew his gaze and said slowly:

"Who is Wang Mang?"

As soon as the words fell, everyone present immediately looked at Wang Mang who was still in deep thought.

Seeing everyone's eyes, the Patriarch of the Seventh Young Master was also surprised.

Tianjiao, whom the elders are full of praise for, is that all?

In an instant, he was ready to leave.

A mere Fourth Heaven of Immortality Realm is not enough to be his help.

However, considering the words of several elders, he still stayed.

Let's investigate for a while.

At this time, Wang Mang weighed for a long time, but he still gave up the idea of ​​doing it now.

When he came back to his senses, seeing everyone looking at him, Wang Mang was also at a loss for a while.

What happened?

At this moment, Zhao Si lightly coughed twice and said to Wang Mang:

"Little friend, the young patriarch is calling you."

Hearing this, although Wang Mang was a little confused, he still said respectfully: "Oh? I don't know what the young patriarch has to teach you?"

After hearing Wang Mang's words, the Patriarch of the Seventh Young Master also replied indifferently: "It's not about seeing the teacher, I just want to see how outstanding the Tianjiao who has become the most potential in this selection."

"Looking at it now, it's nothing more than that."

As soon as these words came out, the people who entered the Qiling Clan through selection couldn't help but stagnate.

Even the strongest among them is said to be so unbearable.

How can they be embarrassed by these human feelings?

Get off your horse!

This is the only thought on the minds of these people.

However, due to their identities, these seven people dare not speak out~www.readwn.com~ Only Wang Mang and another young man showed indifference.

Wang Mang really didn't bother arguing with this ants.

As for the other young man holding a book in his hand, he was completely obsessed with writing something down.

"The state cannot represent the strength, don't look so superficial."

Wang Mang's preaching words resounded, and the eyes of several people around him looked at him with a little more admiration.

Good guy, dare to say it, this is the young patriarch!

The next moment, everyone looked at the Patriarch of the Seventh Young Master.

I saw that the Patriarch of the Seventh Young Master not only didn't get angry, but even laughed lightly.

"Well, don't be too short-sighted, why don't you let me see what makes you special."

Hearing this, Wang Mang also squinted his eyes.

Is this to examine yourself?

After thinking up to this point, Wang Mang didn't hesitate, and said directly:

"Then what does the young patriarch want?"

"Fight with me, and you will see what you have."

The Patriarch of the Seventh Young Master stared at Wang Mang with burning eyes, with a slight smile on his face.

It was as if Wang Mang didn't pay attention to him at all, and he was just describing a trivial matter.

The brows are filled with indifference and calmness.

It's quite the meaning that Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and his color did not change.

Looking at his face, Wang Mang didn't know that he was underestimated.

But Wang Mang was not angry.

The emotion of anger hardly appears on Wang Mang now.

Not to mention the contempt of a young patriarch.

"It all depends on the wishes of the young patriarch."

Wang Mang nodded and said softly.

Seeing Wang Mang so calm, Patriarch Qi Shao was also a little annoyed.

For a long time, even the young patriarchs of other clans were respectful when they saw him.

Today, he was actually underestimated by an ant in the Immortal Realm.