It's absolutely impossible.

Now, Duan Lingtian stood in the crowd, looking at Wan Qijue with a flash of pity.

Is this the person who has been hated by Elder Yu Changlian for more than 30,000 years?

yes.

Zhen Pingfan responded with a smile. At the same time, when he looked at the silver-robed young man behind Wan Qijue who was walking side by side with several other old people, his eyes suddenly lit up. This person must be your genius great-great-grandson Wan Qijue.

Bar?

The young man in silver robe, with a stern and handsome face and a cold temperament, faced Zhen Pingfan's glance and stared at Zhen Pingfan.

Hong'er, this is your Master Uncle Zhen, the first person under the middle god emperor of Chunyang Sect.

Wan Qijue spoke. Although he did not turn his head, he was obviously talking to the young man.

When the young man heard this, a faint arc appeared on his stern face, and he slightly cupped his hands and said: Wan Qihong, I have met Master Uncle Zhen.

good.

Zhen Pingfan nodded, then smiled and said: He is indeed a talented person.

but

Compared to Duan Lingtian from our Chunyang Sect, he is still a little behind.

No one expected that Zhen Pingfan would suddenly say the following words. The words were abrupt and obviously not at the right time. Everyone present except Duan Lingtian and Yu Changlian were stunned for a while.

Zhen Pingfan, what do you mean by this?!
Chapter completed!