"I think back then, the previous patriarch was also a genius of that generation, but it's a pity that ......"

"It's a pity that people have disappeared for more than ten years and have not appeared!"

"Silence, it's better not to talk about this topic. ”

"Let's talk about the cream. ”

"I am also the most optimistic about her, not only does she look beautiful, but her qualifications are also known as a genius that the Gao family has not met in five hundred years, comparable to the seventeenth generation of patriarchs!"

"Seventeenth generation patriarch, isn't that expected to become the legendary desolate saint!"

Whispers kept coming from Mo Chen's ears, all kinds of content, among which there were many strong people in the clan and Gao Yanshuang.

As for the many geniuses of Gao Zhenxi's generation, Mo Chen was not at all interested.

The spiritual power qualification test officially began, and people were constantly named and stepped forward, and there were sighs and surprises from time to time in the crowd, and there were always people happy and some worried.

Mo Chen doesn't care about any of this.

When the middle-aged man who was presiding over the test shouted his name, Mo Chen opened his eyes and walked forward slowly.

"Gao Zhenxi, let's start. The middle-aged man glanced at him indifferently and spoke without emotion.

For Gao Zhenxi, who has long since faded the halo of genius, the middle-aged man, like most of the people in the square, just watched from the sidelines and watched the excitement.

"Test?" Mo Chen stood in front of the five-colored spar.

"Gao Zhenxi, start with Qiankun Pond, have you forgotten this!" the middle-aged man frowned and immediately scolded.

Suddenly, the audience burst into laughter.

"Yes, let's start with Qiankun Pool. Mo Chen disagreed, turned around and stood in front of the antique Qiankun Pool.

He really didn't know, he had never participated in any spiritual power test, he knew a hammer, these were extremely boring things for him, looking at Gao Yuanjun's eager eyes, but he couldn't refuse.

"Xi'er, don't be afraid, everything is with the second uncle!"

About the Qiankun Pond, he learned about it in the book, and there is a good story, it is a Confucian cultivator, after writing, he came to the pool, washed the brush, and the brush rippled in the pond, and the huge pond water instantly turned into ink.

The next moment, the colorful talent rushed into the sky, running through the ruins of the bullfight, the brilliant aurora was presented on the pond, and there were earth-shattering articles crying ghosts and gods, such as bead curtains hanging down, three days endlessly.

Therefore, that pond was called the Ink Pond, also known as the Qiankun Pond, which was the meaning of Sheng Wenman's Qiankun, and later, the world imitated the shape, which could test the talent of the cultivators of the Arakawa Continent.

"After all, it is a legend, the origin of Qiankun Pool is long, and no one can tell the real origin. This thought only flashed through Mo Chen's mind, and he picked up the brush.

"Just write a random word in the Qiankun Pool. The middle-aged man said expressionlessly, he just didn't want Gao Zhenxi to embarrass the family, so he reminded him.

Mo Chen raised the brush, completely ignoring the middle-aged man beside him, as if he had reached the realm, the pen was like a god, and the word "dragon" appeared in shock.

"Aang!"

Suddenly, the clouds and rain on the Qiankun Pond were hazy, and the pen and ink entered the pool, but did not immediately faint and dissolve, but condensed and turned into an ink dragon, churning and swimming in the Qiankun Pool.

"It's ...... The pen is stormy!"

The head of the Gao family and the others exclaimed, he and the elders of the clan were closest to the Qiankun Pool, and the mutation of the pen and ink dragon could naturally be seen clearly.

After five breaths, the fine mini clouds and rain dispersed, and the ink dragon in the pool exploded, and the ink swayed out, dyeing the entire Qiankun Pool into ink!

No, it's eighty percent, eighty percent of the Qiankun pool is dyed ink, and only twenty percent is still as clear as ever!

"It's only a high eight bucket!" exclaimed the Gao family patriarch!

"It's amazing. Even the middle-aged man was shocked and speechless for a while.

"It's a pity, it's just a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity!"

"Yes, talent is not the deciding factor. Seeing this, several purple-robed clan elders were first amazed, and then shook their heads in regret.

Mo Chen put down the brush, looked as usual, calm, and paced in front of the spirit tablet.

"What just happened?"

"I don't know, but the reactions of the elders and patriarchs seem to be different?"

"How come, this person has disappeared for more than ten years, and he has long been gone, so can't he make a comeback? ”

In the crowd, there was a lot of discussion.

Mo Chen raised his hand and calmly imprinted it on the five-colored spirit tablet.

After a few breaths, the crystal clear spirit tablet emitted a little faint gray light, and when the light converged, the spirit tablet presented a series of data.

"Cultivation, qualifications, etc., ......"

It was similar to the information that Mo Chen's fiery eyes saw, and let the system help him change the data on the spirit tablet to low-level garbage quality, otherwise with such demonic qualifications, he estimated that it would be difficult for him to leave, and he was not the real Gao Zhenxi, he didn't care.

"Shhhh ”

"I thought something miracle had happened, but I thought I was thinking too much. ”

"Hey, it's a pity, he was clearly a genius who left the city in amazement!"

Some people sneered, some people regretted that Mo Chen stood in front of the Spirit Measuring Monument, but his face was cold, so he didn't care.

"Although it is a talented eight bucket in the Qiankun Pool, this qualification is too ...... Zhenxi, although Uncle doesn't know what you have experienced, and the memory does not exist, you still need to continue to work hard......" In the end, the patriarch was silent, sighed lightly, and fell silent.

Obviously, Mo Chen's performance was too poor and unsatisfactory, far less amazing than Fang Cai's "Talent Gao Badou".

"Talent, high quality, flesh, talent...... Comprehensive Qualifications...... Poor!" The middle-aged man announced the news coldly and ruthlessly, like a bystander.

If it was someone else, he would have already been hit and would have gone down like ashes, but Mo Chen walked back as usual.

Seeing Mo Chen's back, the elders and elders of the Gao family shook their heads, it was useless to be talented, and the vital qualifications were still too poor.

"I thought it was an amazing genius, but it turned out to be just a piece of shit. ”

"Genius? I think it's just a scrap of wood. ”

............

As Mo Chen walked through the crowd, bursts of piercing sounds kept ringing, while the others shook their heads regretfully or remained silent.

"Oh, I think that the beginning of those fantasy novels on Earth is not made up blindly, and I have encountered such a thing! Could it be that those authors are prescient?"

"Waste, garbage, get out of Gao's house!"

"Yes, get out, with a waste like you, your father and mother don't have the face to come back!"

"Hahaha, yes, yes, I guess I'm dead outside, or I don't have a body!"

............

Suddenly, Mo Chen stopped, his eyes flickered, and he looked coldly.

This time, someone bumped into his muzzle!

The dragon has reverse scales, and it will be angry if you touch it!

Although Mo Chen has never seen his biological parents in two lives, he has an orphanage director on the earth, and Uncle Zhang here, which is equivalent to his rebirth parents, and "parents" are his reverse scales!

Mo Chen's eyes were cold, and a fierce light bloomed under his eyes, he tried his best to suppress his killing intent and turned his gaze.

"Do you have a kind of say it again?"

The power of the people forced the children of the Gao family around them to retreat one after another, and they even isolated the people who insulted Gao Zhenxi's father and mother.

"I ...... I ......" The man was stunned, why was the surroundings suddenly empty, and the waste in his eyes was coming step by step, exuding an indescribable momentum.

"I'm just scolding you......"

Before he could say a word, a slap slap "snapped" and pulled the person into the air, the body rotated three times, twisted into a twist and flew out upside down, accompanied by blood flowers and teeth in the air.

"It's not inferior! Brother discipline your father and mother, what is the meaning of respecting your parents!" Mo Chen scolded loudly word by word, and every step he took became faster and faster, and finally rushed directly in front of him, stepping on his chest.

With a "bang", Mo Chen kicked out again, and the brocade-robed young man screamed miserably, rolling out like a broken sandbag.

"Stop!"

"Stop, the patriarch and the elders are here, you dare to commit murder!" A loud shout sounded, and when everyone reacted, the other party had been beaten into a pig's head by Mo Chen, and he had no power to fight back.

"Bold!"

"Look for death!"

After two loud shouts in succession, suddenly a middle-aged man rose into the air, clenched his hands into claws, and pounced fiercely, directly covering Mo Chen's Tianling Gai, wanting to kill him with one blow.

Mo Chen snorted coldly, if it were someone else, this blow would definitely be scratched by the Eagle Claw Hand, but he was not very human, he was the owner of the Invincible System of the Benevolence, and he was also the realm master of the Dragon God Realm, he had rich combat experience, and he had brushed shoulders with the Grim Reaper several times, which was just a pediatric for him.

"Carving insect skills!"

Mo Chen did not retreat but advanced, one finger stretched out to meet the "Wuxiang Finger", and his right hand was like a cunning poisonous snake bypassing the sharp eagle claws, climbing up the arm of the middle-aged man, and kept pointing on it.

"No Fingers" has been practiced by him.

"Snort"

The broken pieces of cloth shot out in all directions, and Mo Chen scattered his hands with one blow, directly pulling away the sleeves of the middle-aged man's hands, revealing his solid arms.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew behind Mo Chen, and an old man in a purple robe came to him, and his thin palm was imprinted on his back, if he was hit by the old man in a purple robe, there would be no life at all, and he would definitely die!

Mo Chen's eyes lit up, and he instantly sensed the crisis behind him, and was about to release Xiao Jin, Gao Yuanjun flashed over and resisted a blow for Mo Chen.

"Bang"

Taking advantage of this vacancy, Mo Chen forced the middle-aged man back.

"Gao Yu, son, are you okay!" The middle-aged man rushed over, picked up Gao Yu on the ground like a dead dog, and roared angrily.

"Waste, the old man wants you to pay for my son's life!"

"I'm not dead yet, I'm a fart!" Gao Yuanjun stepped forward and scolded angrily.

"Not dead?" the middle-aged man was stunned.

"Let the old man come. Gao Yuanjun walked over, bent down and stretched out his fingers, only to see him input a spiritual power in Gao Yu's eyebrows, and suddenly coughed, he was just like that...... Wake up!

"This is a high-level alchemist!" the surrounding disciples exclaimed.

Mo Chen didn't make a fuss, turned around and left.

"Where do you want to go?"

The purple-robed old man stopped Mo Chen, this was an elder in the Gao family, and his status was very important, and Gao Yu and the middle-aged man were people of his lineage.