Chapter 1227: Disqualification?

Chapter One Two Seven Disqualification?

In the hall on the first floor of the Wansheng Medicine Pavilion, there were three figures sitting. They were three old men. They were different from the others and looked much more solid.

The one sitting in the middle is wearing a golden Confucian gown, and between his gestures, he exudes a demeanor of everyone, giving people a sense of elegance.

And sitting on his left hand is a black robe old man, the black robe old man is extremely thin, his forehead is slightly protruding, and his eyes are shining brightly, just like a living person.

On the right is an old man in a green robe, with a lean face, but very firm, with a tall nose, exuding an unfathomable breath.

"Hey, for many years, no one has passed the ninety-nine level. Every time we wake up, all we have is loss." The black-robed old man sighed.

"Maybe someone can pass the ninety-nine pass this time." The Qingpao old man looked very calm, his eyes always staring at the front.

"Lao Zhang, are you so confident? The young man you gave me the opportunity to avoid the chance is strong, but he is too young. How much time does he have to immerse himself in refining medicine? I think your opportunity was wasted. And, this person is arrogant and arrogant, even daring to insult the saints and make stains." The black-robed old man looked at the Qing-robed old man playfully.

Obviously, the person who insulted all the saints in his mouth was Xiao Fan, and the old man in the green robe was the only one who blessed Xiao Fan.

"Young people should be vigorous. That is young and vigorous. I have always believed that there is no shortage of genius in any world." The old man in Qingpao shook his head, his expression was unwavering, as if no one in this world could influence his character.

"Young and energetic? How many young and energetic people died in their own hands instead of in the hands of others. That kid is probably eliminated now." The black robe old man disdainfully said, still not optimistic about Xiao Fan.

"Some people have more than a dozen opportunities to avoid intrusion, but don't they also fail to walk here? You must think that those who are not granted opportunities to avoid intrusion are mediocre?" The Qingpao old man asked back.

His tone is very flat, but his words are extremely sharp.

"Old Zhang is right. Among those people, there may be no shortage of geniuses, but everyone has their own opinions." The old man in Jin Pao finally spoke, his voice echoing in the hall like Hong Zhong.

Then he turned his head to look at the black-robed old man and said: "Lao Lu, don't forget, the kid who claimed to be a Cthulhu back then, wasn't it what Lao Zhang was after? In the end, the kid went through a hundred challenges, how can we even No, what does this mean?"

The black-robed old man stopped talking. The Qing-robed old man had been talking about this for tens of thousands of years, and he could hear calluses in his ears, but it was a pity that no one had ever walked here.

"This shows that Lao Zhang's eyesight is good, but unfortunately, the evil **** boy didn't buy us old men's tents at all. He patted his **** and left." The old man in the golden robe sighed deeply, his face also showing complex colors. It seemed that he had suffered a loss in the hands of the evil **** in his mouth.

Hearing this, the old man in Qingpao also shook his head helplessly: "Ten thousand years have passed, and I don't know what happened to this arrogant, self-proclaimed evil god."

Although there is some anger in the tone, it is more caring, which can be heard by the individual.

"Pavilion Master, the Ten Thousand Sacred Medicine Pavilion will probably not last long. If the monster..." The black-robed old man turned off the topic, his expression extremely heavy.

"The ten-thousand-year period has come. Our promise has been fulfilled. It is a blessing or a curse, and we have no alternative." A bright light burst into the eyes of the old man in the golden robe.

"That's the way it is." The green robe old man's face was full of helplessness, and he took a deep breath and said, "Wang the battle spirit continent is immortal."

"Om~~"

Suddenly, there was a ripple rippling in the center of the hall, the ripples rippling like water waves, one layer after another.

"Huh?" Ripple instantly attracted the attention of the three elders. Their faces were very exciting, as if they were a ghost.

Immediately afterwards, the ripples tore open the void and slowly condensed into a light gate, and a big foot stepped out from the other end of the light gate.

"Someone has passed the 99th pass?" The old man in Qingpao exclaimed excitedly.

"It's been ten thousand years." The black robe old man was also quite restless, with a surprise smile on his face, but in just an instant, the smile on his face was frozen.

In the light gate, a figure flashed, suddenly appeared in the hall, and the light gate disappeared before breathing.

"Why are you?" The black robe old man looked at the voice with embarrassment, his face was full of dislike.

"Why, can't I come here?" The visitor looked at the black-robed old man weirdly, with heroic energy emanating from his eyebrows, and said neither humble nor humble.

"Dare to insult all the saints, you are so brave, huh, I will disqualify you!" The black robe old man stared at the incoming person angrily.

You don't need to think about it, but it's Xiao Fan.

Hearing the words of the black-robed old man, Xiao Fan sniffed and said: "Disqualification? Aren't you taking off your pants and farting?"

"What did you say?" The black-robed old man was furious. In many years, Xiao Fan was the first person to dare to say so.

But he was astonished. He was still talking about Xiao Fan before. Now this kid has actually passed the 99 levels, which is beyond his expectation.

"Isn't it? You want to disqualify me. Why didn't you disqualify me in the first place, but now you are disqualifying me. What do you mean by taking off your pants and farting? It's just a waste of my time.

Xiao Fan was also angry, so it's no wonder that he was irritated, and he managed to pass a hundred levels, so you told me to disqualify? Isn't this just playing with me?

"You, you!" The black robe old man was angrily unable to say a word by Xiao Fan.

"Don't you, you, do you think I'm rare in this pharmacopoeia of Ten Thousand Saints? One by one, like two to five or eighty thousand, they are still called All Saints? Didn't you just say a word?

All saints have your mind like this? All the desperately making things difficult for the little master, if it weren't for the little master's knowledge and talent, you would really be kicked out.

I said you were blind before, I admit that I was nonsense, but now, I find that you are really blind. If you want to disqualify, hurry up, don't delay the time of the young master, as if I am very rare. "

Xiao Fan’s anger broke out completely. Anyone who changed it would be angry. He broke into a hundred levels, which also abolished his strength, but now the black robe old man is going to completely deny his strength in a word, which makes Xiao How can I stand it?

What's more, he didn't really expect much of this All Saints Pharmacopoeia. He came here only to agree to Xi Lao's request.

The black-robed old man was irritated by Xiao Fan, and the light flashed and almost dissipated, while the golden-robed old man and the green-robed old man looked at Xiao Fan with wide-open eyes.

Xiao Fan's disdain seemed to shock the two of them, disdain for the Halloween Pharmacopoeia? This is the first time, even the evil **** kid did not dare to disdain them.

"What are you still trying to do? Don't you want to disqualify me? Hurry up." Xiao Fan looked at the old man in black robes contemptuously and cursed inwardly.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll disqualify you now." The black robe old man showed a hideous color on his face, obviously irritated, and with a wave of his probing hand, a light gate suddenly appeared in the void.

A violent force dragged Xiao Fan towards the light gate, and at this moment, a soft shout sounded: "Stop!"