Wang Ming was a little surprised, he saw every Wuzi who slowly walked down the steps with six big words written on his face: I am the biggest winner.

Only a few members of the Yuezhou team had calm faces, but there were slight differences.

Hua Yinluo is really calm, like a lake with still water.

Gu Panxi was calm with some excitement, and Zhang Xiaju was a little nervous in calm.

None of them transmitted the news to Wang Ming, reporting what they had gained in Wangxiantai, and they had been descending the ninety-nine steps.

Hua Yinluo is his fiancée, Gu Panxi and he are childhood sweethearts, Zhang Xiaju is his master sister, and he has always been the only one who looks forward to him, but he has nothing to say to him.

Wang Ming clearly saw the three immortal lights landing on the three girls.

Wang Ming didn't feel strange, he had never told anyone about the Nine Heavens Xuanlei Sutra, he just felt a little lost.

The corners of Wang Ming's mouth curled slightly, and he laughed self-deprecatingly.

Everyone will feel that they are unique, that they are the protagonist on stage, that they are the center of attention among their friends, that they are eager to be close to their bosom sisters, that they have nothing to say about you and that you have reservations about them.

Everyone deserves to be healthy, to have a long life, to have wealth, and to have the perfect lover of their own.

The loss lies in the distance between the ideal and the reality.

Wang Ming is a person who sees through "self-grasping", but this does not mean that he does not have "self-grasping".

Of course, Wang Ming noticed that the loss in his heart was not just because of the "self-grasping" of "I am the protagonist", and thought that this was a turning point, or that his relationship with the third daughter had changed because of this.

After descending the ninety-nine steps, Wang Ming noticed that the expressions on most people's faces were fine-tuned, no longer so obvious, but thoughtful or rewarding.

Wang Ming went from being surprised at the beginning to slowly understanding, and after going down the steps, he understood, to put it bluntly, these people were taking advantage of the situation: it doesn't matter if they have the immortal fate or not, but they have to pretend to have the appearance of the immortal fate.

Because this has great benefits, even Fang Shiyu, who was favored by the gods, directly became a god son from a pig baby in the suburbs of Yuezhou. During the period when he was building the Wulei Gate Courtyard in Yuezhou, Fang Shiyu went in and out of the major high-end dinners in Yuezhou, ushering in the first peak of his life, and wealth and beauties would be sent to his room in an endless stream as long as he loosened his mouth.

You can not accept wealth and beauty, but you are already enjoying it.

The fairy above the Son of God, that status is even more respected, not to mention that it is rare to appear in five hundred years.

Wang Ming can understand why there have been divine sons in five hundred years, and these divine sons are just to compete for the fairy quota in the end.

There were only seven left after the one hundred and eight god son arena big competition, including the one who released hundreds of demon kings in the god circle behind him, but the seven god sons could only regret their exit under Wang Ming's observation.

Wang Ming imagined that the seven gods had a secretive expression on their faces when they came down the steps, could they let others know that they had nothing to gain on Wangxian Terrace?

As much hope as there is, there is as much disappointment as there is.

Now, the expressions of all the martial artists are also secretive.

The expressions on their faces were distinctly complacent when they first descended the steps, and after more than a dozen steps, the expressions on their faces were somewhat restrained, and now they were almost unanimously secretive.

The people, sects, and family forces that Hua Yinluo and Gu Panxi and Zhang Xia had to face were almost negligible, so their expressions were more sincere and did not pretend, or they were all a little worried, so they did not show their expressions of getting immortal fate.

In an instant, Wang Ming sighed in his heart that "life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills".

At the same time, Wang Ming felt many pairs of peeping eyes in the dark.

Wang Ming felt it, and the others also felt it, so the expression of the unanimous silence changed, some were nervous, and some were bold, and so on.

The chamberlains of the imperial palace stood on two sides, one hundred and eight on each side, and they all knelt on the ground.

People come down the steps, and it seems that such a scene has more or less produced many sighs.

The white-faced and beardless chief of the chamberlain stood in the center with his hand bowed and beckoned, and then the chamberlains immediately stepped forward and handed the pen and ink they had prepared to the eighteen martial artists.

The Ying brothers and the three Yan brothers cooperated very well, picked up the pen and selected the wordless stone tablet to brush or write or draw.

Wang Ming has an illusion, just like when the earth participated in the feast, countless reporters flocked to ask you a lot of thoughts.

Needless to say, people have spent so many spirit stones to open Wangxiantai, so that they can have the possibility of obtaining immortal fate, then you are also obliged to leave a little experience from you.

This is the Wangxiantai stele forest, and the original intention of its setting is similar to the stele forest built by Wang Ming in Yuezhou Annex, three miles away.

Wang Ming did not rush to make a move, but stepped into the stele forest, and the attendant who served him immediately followed closely behind with a gold silk lacquer plate containing pen and ink.

Wang Ming noticed that the waiter's heart was a little excited, but his breathing was not chaotic, and his steps were not chaotic, showing a good royal servant demeanor.

The stele forest in Wangxiantai is obviously more magnificent than the stele forest of the Wulei Gate Courtyard in Yuezhou, and it is much more substantial.

The words engraved on each stone tablet or the painting are full of fairy energy, Wang Ming felt it before he took the stage before, and now he feels stronger, and there is a sense of intimacy in his heart, and even an impulse to try, as if these already existing stone tablets are calling him.

Not only Wang Ming has such thoughts, but those Wuzi who have already put pen to paper have even stronger thoughts in their hearts, even to the point of "fullness".

The geese have left a voice, and the people have left a name. Wang Ming suddenly remembered such a sentence. When a person realizes that the world is impermanent, and realizes that he cannot exist in this world forever, then he will try to prove that he has been in this world. It is so to reproduce offspring and continue the bloodline, to make meritorious deeds and make future generations praise it, and to be brave to be the pioneer of the times to make creative achievements, and so on, and for the daily behavior of ordinary people that embodies this point in their hearts, that is the four big words: visit here.

Wang Ming quickly wrote on a stone tablet the four big characters "Come here", the dragon flew and the phoenix danced. Wang Ming took a step back, felt good about himself, and then stepped forward and added two strokes in front of "Come here", and finally formed the six big characters of "Wang Ming came here".

Wang Ming didn't need to look back to see the embarrassed expression on the face of the waiter behind him, as a service staff, if he had a choice, he was willing to serve celebrities, high rollers or big stars, and those who didn't have a choice could only serve the reckless and rough woman.

Wang Ming said in his heart that the literate servant regarded him as a reckless man and a rough woman in his heart, and he suddenly became short in front of the chamberlain of the same level.

Wang Ming turned around and said, "How is it, how is it written?"

"Good word!" the chamberlain said, and lowered his head, looking unwilling to see anyone.

"Haha. Wang Ming laughed. At this moment, he remembered Sun Wukong, when he turned out a somersault cloud and saw a few "Optimus Prime", his old grandson also left these big characters.

This is a very uncivilized move, but for the writer, the joy in his heart at that time cannot be replaced by anything else.

However, Wang Ming's laughter came to an abrupt end, and a vision suddenly appeared in the sky above the imperial palace.