"Well, now you can prepare the corresponding teaching materials. When I come back from jiulongtan, I will naturally fulfill my promise to help you refine these 100 bottles of pills."
Zhang Xiaofan did not wait for the grey robed old man's reply after putting down this sentence, and walked towards the competition arena below rather casually.
However, just below the Tianmen gorge, dozens of competition arenas are scattered around Tianmen gorge, like stars, all of which are well arranged.
The disciples of all major sects compete on it, and the most dazzling one is naturally Wu Mingsheng in white.
Wu Mingsheng is the most outstanding young hero in the five major schools. Only thunderstorm cloud and Ying Xueer can compare with him.
Wu Mingsheng stands on the most central arena, holding the Tiancong cloud sword. But even if the sword doesn't come out, it is the first step to defeat the enemy in front of him.
At this time, Wu Mingsheng's body method was elegant and smart. How handsome he was, some elders of the clan around him nodded and praised him.
Such a seemingly mediocre disciple did not have the qualification to make his sword.
All people are curious that Wu Mingsheng got such a rare magic weapon by chance.
As long as Wu Mingsheng's sharp sword comes out of the sheath, and his elegant and immortal sword technique is matched, then he can be regarded as thunderstorm cloud and Ying Xueer, two famous geniuses.
Now, I'm afraid it's three years in Hedong and three years in Hexi, which is no longer Wu Mingsheng's opponent.
Moreover, there were many other practitioners or other disciples who were surrounded by the audience. They also looked at Wu Mingsheng with admiration.
In their minds, I'm afraid Wu Mingsheng is already the most powerful man in the whole Chinese cultivation world under the age of thirty, and can rank the first.
And at this time, see Zhang Xiaofan with his red pupil black pupil two beauty bodyguards come this way, people can't help but mind.
Is it difficult for the young man in front of him to participate in the Zhongmen competition in Pingyuan province this time.
After thinking of this possibility, the hearts of all the people present became lively, and each of them had their own careful thinking.
On one side, Wu Mingsheng, a super talented man with a unique weapon, and on the other, a demon alchemist with a great reputation.
Between Wu Mingsheng and this evil alchemist, who can be better between them?!
Zhang Xiaofan with a smile on his face, so hands back, leisurely walked past.
With Zhang Xiaofan's current position and strength, how can he give Wu Mingsheng such a younger generation the same insight? Not to mention it as their own enemy.
Zhang Xiaofan asked himself that he did not have such "no taste.".
In the eyes of many people, this kind of genius can be regarded as amazing, but in the eyes of Zhang Xiaofan, it's just a mole ant that can be completely wiped out from the world with a flick of his finger.
For Zhang Xiaofan, he certainly disdains to kill Wu Mingsheng, the little mole ant in front of him