Wu Ming didn't delve into the details of how the unquenchable fire on his body had come here with him across this strange time and space, because in the coffin in front of him lay the finished product of the doppelganger.

As for why this flame only burns the body of the attack, and does not burn the wooden coffin, which is also flammable, there is a suspense here.

"Maniac, are you sure it's this?" Wu Ming subconsciously twitched his lips, and the thing in front of him was too exaggerated.

From the pile of ashes, there are hundreds of metal substances the size of bead-sized refills similar to ballpoint pens, if it weren't for Wu Ming's good eyes, plus they would glow with a strange light from time to time, it would be really difficult to find.

Wu Ming wanted to flick it with his fingers, but as soon as his hand poked into the coffin, those small metal balls quickly fled from Wu Ming's direction, and countless of them were mixed together, finally forming a thumb-sized metal ball.

And only then did the madman see clearly what was inside.

"It's done, that's it. The madman stood by and watched it all, and he had a great interest in it.

You must know that this inconspicuous-looking metal bead in front of you is a certificate to be able to enter the high-level of the Dragon Club, and everyone wants to do this kind of beautiful thing that ascends to the sky in one step, as for the strength you said, you don't have to care, because within the Dragon Club, the gap in strength is still quite large.

"Destiny Seventh Boss, if you want to become a high-level of the Dragon Society, you must swallow this metal ball and let it flow into your blood, and then you can do it. The fanatic said.

Swallowed?

The thing that emerged from the ashes made Wu Ming swallow it directly, and he always felt a little retching, although he had a lot of strength in his body, but in the end, it was the first time he had done this kind of thing.

Swallow it.

When Wu Ming made up his mind to swallow the metal ball into his stomach, an accident happened. The metal ball naturally turned into a burst of golden water, voluntarily swimming against the current and falling into the palm of his hand.

This strange ball of metallic substance flowed like mercury in Wu Ming's palm, but as we all know, there are very few metals in this world that can flow like liquid.

It's a marvelous phenomenon.

But then Wu Ming sensed that something was wrong, because he clearly felt the blood loss in the palm of his hand, and before he knew it, the metal liquid flowing in the palm of his hand was actually gobbling up his own blood from his skin.

Moreover, the momentum of absorption is still quite violent, and there is no intention of stopping at all. If it weren't for the huge amount of energy in Wu Ming's body, if he were an ordinary person, he would be sucked dry immediately.

Besides, Wu Ming's blood is not mortal blood.

He clutched the metallic liquid that was firmly attached to the palm of his hand and struggled to resist.

"Boss Seven, what's wrong?" the madman asked with a little concern.

Wu Ming's face was quite bad, but it was only in a few breaths, and it returned to its original ruddy again.

Maniacs are not stupid, the more times like this, the more you have to be absolutely calm, there is definitely a big problem with this metal liquid.

"It seems that you Dragon Society has not figured out the true use of this special metal!"

Well?

When Wu Ming spread his palm again, everything fell into place, and a token appeared in the palm of his hand, and the volume was several times larger than before.

The patterns carved on it, rare and exotic beasts, the fanatics have never even seen it, let alone call it by name, they can only feel that this thing is extraordinary.

"Boss Seven, what is this?" asked the madman in shock.

"This metal needs to absorb and measure the human blood to form, but those high-level people in the Dragon Club seem to be far from meeting his requirements, so it has led to the phenomenon of swallowing this seemingly stupid but helpless phenomenon, as long as it is given enough and fed, it can be manifested in its original appearance. ”

"The boss deserves to be the boss, so that means that the boss's blood is more vigorous than those high-level leaders of the Dragon Society?"

"Well, indeed, but that should prove my identity, right?"

"Well, I don't know. However, it is said that if you really have this, someone will soon contact the boss, and there will be a result at that time. ”

Suddenly, there was a rather fierce knock on the door, and gradually a slow voice from the prison guard was heard.

"Mr. Seven, someone is looking for you!"

When the madman heard this, he gave Wu Ming a look, trying to say Boss, look, I'm right.

They cleaned up briefly, and the fanatic kowtowed three more times to the coffin, and left with Wu Ming.

In prison, the only way to contact people from the outside world is to visit the prison room, and now those who can come to find Wu Ming can only go to this room.

Under the leadership of the prison guards, Wu Ming came to a prison visit room, and as soon as he pushed the door open, he could feel a powerful aura testing himself, Wu Ming exhaled casually, and the pressure was smoothed out.

He found a place to sit, and the fanatic stood behind him.

Sitting at the opposite table was a middle-aged man with a rather serious expression, who placed a large thick questionnaire on the table in front of Wu Ming.

"We already know about your affairs, since that guy Biao Lei chose you, we have nothing to say, fill in this information, and you can enter our sect. ”

His tone was quite cold, and it was also full of disdain, as if the hand that Wu Ming had just shown was not enough for him to let go of the pride in his heart, or perhaps he was dissatisfied with Wu Ming's easy dispersion of the aura he exuded.

Obviously, he is not very friendly to Wu Ming.

"You know my name, so I should have the right to know your name?" Wu Ming countered.

"My name is Taibai!" said the middle-aged man impatiently after thinking for a while.

But as soon as his name was pronounced, the madman gasped and almost fell backwards, and he staggered to his feet before attaching himself to Wu Ming's ear and saying the last sentence.

"Boss, be careful, don't offend this person too much, if he is really the legendary Taibai, I'm afraid that his status in the Dragon Club is far above my grandfather, and he is one of the top existences in the Dragon Club..."

Listening to the maniac's reminder, Wu Ming realized that the status of the person in front of him in the Dragon Club was definitely not trivial, no wonder he was so arrogant?

But it is precisely because of this that it also shows more and more how seriously they attach this matter.

But then, Wu Ming did not take the thick questionnaire, but spread out his palm and showed the token.

"I want to know, what is the purpose of this token?" Wu Ming's eyes emitted a fine light, he was sure that this token should cause quite a stir.

He's gambling, and he's gambling big.

I saw that the middle-aged man didn't care at first, but his eyes swept over the token and never left.

He stared at the token intently, and there was an overly frightened expression, and even his hands and feet trembled violently, and he didn't have the idea of stopping.

The middle-aged man's throat let out a trembling scream.

"It's, isn't it!"

Everything has changed dramatically because of the appearance of that token.

He suddenly changed his normal behavior, and in the direction of Wu Ming, he knelt on his knees and bowed his head.

"One of the three tigers of the Dragon Society, Taibai Tiger, meet the Dragon Lord. ”