The owner of the arm is a broad-faced man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and he is somewhat similar to Wang Yigong in appearance.

The wide-faced man looked at Zhao Sheng with an extremely fierce expression, and said arrogantly: "Boy, you are not from my Wang family. Can't get in! ”

When Zhao Sheng saw this scene, he knew that the test of the Wang family had begun.

He was not in a hurry, and raised his voice slightly: "The juniors came here today, and they asked themselves if they were rude." But you won't let me in, isn't this the hospitality of your royal family? ”

"There are cyclamen in our royal family, and there are no mortals in our family. You kid want to enter my house? Hmph, not qualified enough! ”

The wide-faced man is named Wang Yitao, the third oldest in his generation, although he has no spiritual roots and cannot cultivate immortals, but he is also an innate grandmaster.

In his opinion, it is simply wishful thinking for a mortal little white face to marry his pearl.

So with him Wang Yitao here, this little white face doesn't want to pass the first level at all.

Zhao Sheng was not angry at all, but asked seriously: "This uncle, what qualifications do you need to enter inside?"

Wang Yitao was suddenly asked, he thought that the little white face was young and vigorous, and he couldn't stand the insult for a while, so he would retreat. I didn't expect this young man to be so calm.

I heard that this kid is from a martial arts family, and he really has a few brushes.

Thinking of this, Wang Yitao gave up the useless little tricks and began the formal test.

He put down his cruel words and said, "As long as you can pass me." Even if you're qualified. ”

Hearing this, a smile flowed out of Zhao Sheng's eyes, and he thought that it was really the same old thing, and there was nothing new or new.

reported the fist, Zhao Sheng said calmly: "It's rude!"

Before he could finish speaking, his form suddenly dissipated, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared on the far left side of the gate.

"So fast!"

When Wang Yitao was surprised in his heart, his horizontal right arm suddenly bent and pushed, and a row of thick invisible qi walls instantly appeared, crushing straight to the left of the gate.

As a congenital master, Wang Yitao made it clear that he wanted to bully people with force.

Although Zhao Sheng's movements were fast, he couldn't hide his spiritual sense.

Seeing that the air wall was emptying and chasing the waves, and was about to touch his body, Zhao Sheng stepped a little under his feet, and his body jumped three feet high, easily avoiding the air wall.

He leaned sideways, stood on the eaves of the wall with his feet on his feet, and walked four steps in a row on it as if he were walking on the ground, dodging four precursor swords that shot at him.

"What a light effort!"

Wang Yitao secretly praised in his heart.

He nailed his feet to the door and did not move, but his hands were merciless, with an incomparably majestic innate true qi, he did not hesitate to release one after another Xiantian swords, turning into a sword net, gradually shrinking the space for Zhao Sheng to dodge.

The elders had already explained that as long as he didn't die, he could play whatever he wanted.

After dodging sixteen Immortal Swords in a row, Zhao Sheng said secretly: "It's almost."

Thinking of this, the divine light in his eyes flashed, and the extremely fast qi swords instantly slowed down many times.

Under the dynamic vision, the originally well-defended sword net suddenly exposed many flaws and gaps, Zhao Sheng twisted and bent like a swimming fish, easily passed through the sword net, his body was close to the eaves, and shot towards the back of the threshold.

"Not good!"

Wang Yitao had already realized at this time that he had fallen for the other party's misdeeds.

As he narrows the blockade step by step, he will inevitably leak a large gap in the rear.

However, at this time, it was too late for him to intervene to stop him, Zhao Sheng had already flown over the line at the door, and his body fell into the lobby.

In the lobby, Wang Yuqi, who witnessed this scene, almost screamed out in surprise.

On the contrary, the faces of the royal family members were even more gloomy.

"Hmph, next time, I won't be so careless!"

Looking at the unwilling expression on the other party's face, Zhao Sheng smiled silently.

Turning around, he walked to the center of the lobby in a dignified manner.

At this time, sitting at the top of the lobby was a small old man who did not look amazing.

He was not tall, his hair was gray, he had a slight smile on his face, and his eyes looked Zhao Sheng up and down.

Zhao Sheng knew at a glance that this person was the head of the Wang family, Wang Yuyan's grandfather Wang Zonghai, an immortal cultivator of the ninth layer of Qi refining and Great Perfection.

On the surface, Wang Zonghai's attitude is the best, but Zhao Sheng's heart is the most bottomless person.

As the saying goes, people are old spirits, ghosts are old spirits!

No one knows what kind of scheming is hidden under Wang Zonghai's smiling expression.

At this time, the atmosphere in the lobby was very solemn, Zhao Sheng's expression was calm, and he clasped his fists and saluted without humility or arrogance: "Junior Zhao Zhiqin, I have seen all the predecessors of the Wang family."

When he finished speaking, no one responded.

Seeing that it was a little cold, Wang Yuqi was in a hurry, and was about to speak, but Wang Yuyan covered her mouth.

After a while, Wang Zonghai smiled and suddenly asked, "Young man, why did you come to my Wang family today?"

Zhao Sheng didn't hesitate, and directly explained his intentions: "The younger generation and Sister Qi fell in love at first sight, and they fell in love. Today's visit to Fangyan Valley is for the purpose of proposing. ”

"Presumptuous!" Wang Yigong took the case and got angry. He absolutely did not approve of his daughter marrying a mortal.

"Sit down!"

Wang Zonghai's face sank, and he reprimanded Wang Yigong and said: "Cultivating immortals is cultivating the heart!" People who are dozens of years old are still so breathless. You will go to the retreat room in the back mountain tomorrow to retreat and cultivate, and you will not be allowed to leave the customs if you have not cultivated to the sixth level of qi refining. ”

"Daddy, but—"

"Sit down!"

“... Be! ”

Seeing that his father was about to be angry, Wang Yigong had no choice but to sit back in his seat angrily, staring at Zhao Sheng viciously with his eyes.

After Wang Zonghai finished teaching his son, he turned his head to look at Zhao Sheng and said, "Young man, my Wang family has been self-established for more than 900 years. I think you've had this kind of thing many times in my family's history. Some of them succeeded, but most failed. You know why? ”

"I want to hear about it." Zhao Sheng said quietly.

"Because of the interests. Marriage with mortals is far less beneficial than marrying with the Xiuxian family. Can you bring me the greater good of the royal family? ”

For some reason, the head of the Wang family was unusually honest with Zhao Sheng, and in front of his clansmen, he nakedly revealed the truest side of human nature.

Zhao Sheng was silent for a moment, and then replied firmly: "I can!"

"Empty words, what about the evidence?" Wang Zonghai sneered. At this time, he has transformed into an animal of purest interests, without any emotion.

Maybe a person like Wang Zonghai can be regarded as a qualified head of the Immortal Cultivation Family, but the inexplicable Zhao Sheng doesn't like it at all.

Zhao Sheng took out the talisman and gestured, "There are five hundred spirit stones in here, is it enough?"

"Not enough!" Wang Zonghai shook his head without hesitation.

On the other hand, the other members of the Wang family were overjoyed, because the five hundred spirit stones were already equivalent to nearly half of the annual income of the entire clan.

Zhao Sheng took out a stack of paper from his arms again, and said loudly: "This is written about the complete process of making perfumes, as well as twelve perfume recipes, three of which are new types of perfumes that have not yet appeared in the market."

Wang Zonghai suddenly smiled strangely, and took out a stack of papers from the storage bag.

As soon as he sent it lightly, he saw this stack of paper flying in front of Zhao Sheng like long eyes, and he grabbed it.