"Hmm?" hearing someone''s objection, the beauty deacon in charge of this season''s competition frowned slightly, looked at Wang Mang coldly, and asked, "do you have any objection?"


    Wang Mang took a deep breath and resolutely went to the center of the square. He said in a loud voice: "as far as I know, the strength of long Bufan is just the initial stage of Shenhai Yizhong, while I am the second level of Shenhai. It is natural to imagine which is stronger or weaker. In the past, I was sentenced to failure because I didn''t know the rules of the array world, so I didn''t accept it."


    For Wang Mang, in this season''s competition, apart from the prizes and pills, the number of places to challenge the top five core disciples must not be given up. As long as he can be successfully promoted to Tianyang mansion, the cultivation resources allocated by the sect will be several times higher than that of the earth Hall.


    At that time, with these huge resources, he is confident that he can break through the triple of Shenhai within two years. Such strength may not be lost to Qin Yue, the eldest martial brother of Tianyang mansion. Then, it is planned to reach the level of Shenhai quadruple before the age of 30 and be promoted to the top of cangyun Pavilion.


    If so, his position in the sect will soar, and no one can shake it any more.


    However, he has planned the promotion plan for so long, but today, because a lucky boy messed up the game and destroyed his idea of the whole set. If he defeated him in strength, Wang Mang can be convinced, indicating that his ability is indeed insufficient.


    However, in the end, it was just a failure caused by an array rule. He could not swallow this resentment anyway.


    Feeling the questioning eyes around him, long Bufan touched his nose and chose to be silent.


    "Are you questioning the evaluation result of stone tablet Rune array?"


    At this time, a cold hum sounded from the high platform of the square. Even when he saw the left Dharma protector of zongmen named "Honglie", he suddenly stood up.


    This is a red haired old man with a strong face. He has fiery red hair, a green scale long knife on his back, and a strong upper body. It''s hard to imagine that an old man over half a hundred can have such a strong body with terrorist explosive power.


    His cold hum was obviously accompanied by Zhenyuan. The hum contained an arrogant yuan strength. Wang Mang, who was the first to bear the brunt, couldn''t bear the pressure and stepped back several steps.


    Wang Mang looked at the patriarchal clan leader on the high platform. His face changed dramatically. He was shocked because the man''s strong breath gave him a feeling that was too terrible. He quickly trembled and bowed his head and said, "I dare not!"


    "Red old devil, are you bullying the small with the big?" the right Dharma protector of the zongmen who sat on the high platform on the other side also stood up and sneered with sarcasm.


    The man is called Qingcang. He is dressed in a green robe. His voice is mature and old, but he looks like a handsome young man. He holds a paper fan in his hand, showing his elegant temperament.


    The red fierce puffed his beard and stared angrily and said, "I''ll bully the small with the big. What can you do for me, you ugly man who used the art of keeping his face?"


    Hearing this, the green suddenly flew into a rage, emitting a strong cyan cyclone all over, angrily scolded: "who do you say is ugly!"


    "It''s you, what''s the matter!" Hong lie is unwilling to show weakness, and his strong body also shows a terrible fire red light.


    With their anger choking, the air suddenly filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.