The old man seemed to be told the sore spot, and suddenly jumped like thunder, "I'm a second-level elder of the academy, can I be that kind of person?" put the bowl on the table and turned his head, "Whatever you want, whether you like to drink or not, anyway, it's not me who opened the talent!"

"Uh!" Wen Fan was dumbfounded, this old man was dirty, sloppy, and undisciplined, this is really hard to say, but thinking about his purpose, he gritted his teeth, took the bowl sideways, and then drank it all in one gulp. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although the old man turned around, as if he was angry, he was secretly observing Wen Fan's movements! Seeing him drink the talent water, he bowed down and asked with concern, "How do you feel?"

"I don't feel it! I don't feel it at all!" Wen Fan replied, pointing to the talent ball, and then asked, "Can I open the talent?"

"Impossible! I obviously have Shengjisan in it! Why don't I feel it? Wait, you're waiting and seeing!"

"What, you're lying to me again!" Wen Fan's voice was raised a lot, attracting the attention of others, but after sweeping it, it was no longer strange!

"I think you're an old liar! What else are you talking about, second-level elder, return the golden dew grass to me, I won't open my talent with you!"

The old man squinted his eyes and smiled comfortingly: "Don't worry, just wait a while, maybe it will take a while! Or it may be right away! Besides, you have drunk talent water and have already opened your talent, but you haven't tested it, I don't know how your talent is!"

"I can't wait for a moment, return my golden dew grass quickly......" Wen Fan said stubbornly, at this moment, he suddenly had a tearing pain all over his body, and he couldn't help screaming!

Wen Fan felt that the muscles of his body were torn apart, and immediately sewed them up again, tearing on, sewing on, this process continued, as if someone was holding a knife, cutting his own flesh piece by piece.

"Hold on! hold on!" the old man cheered.

At this time, Wen Fan was sweating profusely, and at first he was curled up on the stool, but after that, he couldn't help it, and rolled directly on the ground! That kind of pain is not something ordinary people can bear, it is ten times more painful than the injuries he has been injured in Cangshan over the years!

After about a pillar of incense, the pain on his body gradually disappeared, but after the time of this pillar of incense, Wen Fan felt that hundreds of years had passed.

He got up, didn't care about wiping the sweat from his forehead, and directly punched the old man.

This punch seems to be ferocious, but it is only the end of the strong crossbow, the torture just now consumed a lot of Wen Fan's strength, the old man smiled and reached out to grab his fist, very easily, and continued:

"Wen Fan Xiaoyou, don't be so impulsive! After drinking the talent water with the addition of Shengjisan, after opening the talent, the physique will also improve accordingly, of course, this is just reasoning!"

"Bullshit reasoning! I almost died, you know?" Wen Fan said angrily, and his fist exerted force again, but the old man seemed to lightly grasp his fist hand, as if it was an iron wall, so that Wen Fan couldn't make an inch!

The old man ignored him, his eyes were a little red, and he said with a hint of excitement: "Do you know what this means? Those literati with natural talents, all of them have weak physiques in the early stage, and being hit by a punch from a martial artist will end up being seriously injured and dying frequently! Therefore, I wondered if I could create a potion to enhance the physique of literati, and it took me three years to explore, and I only recently thought of using Shengjisan with seven or eight kinds of medicinal materials to add them to the talent water. ”

"In order to verify this reasoning, I deliberately went to this talent hall and stayed for half a month, and I happened to run into you! You said it was a coincidence! By the way, don't you want to see what your talent is?" The old man's words were full of temptation, and he changed into a smile.

Wen Fan knew that he was not the old man's opponent, and besides, in the academy, even if he was lucky enough to take revenge, it was impossible for him to leave intact, so he had to compromise and let go of his fist, but he made up his mind, and after seeing the talent pattern, he left immediately, who knows what strange tricks this crazy old man will make.

"That's right!" the old man smiled and said, "Come, hold the talent ball with your hand, close your eyes, and concentrate on it!"

Wen Fan followed what the old man said, and held the talent ball handed over tightly! After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, and then couldn't wait to look at the talent ball.

Seeing that there was not the slightest movement in the talent ball, it was still a cloud of mist, not to mention any patterns, at this moment, Wen Fan was at a loss.

"I have no talent?!" he muttered to himself, his eyes blank. Without talent, even martial artists are delusional, not to mention cultivation, the hope that has always been in vain in an instant.

"Don't be discouraged!" the old man comforted kindly. "Maybe it's the talent of the wind, or the talent of the sound wave, the talent ball can't be shown!"

This time the old man was really just comforting, he knew that if it was the talent of the wind, it would blow the fog away, and the sonic talent could shake the fog away! Now that the fog in the talent ball is intact, it means that Wen Fan really has no talent.

As for the law talent, the old man didn't think about it at all!

Wen Fan came back to his senses, looked at the old man angrily and said, "Although I don't have talent, I won't use my life to test your messy things!"

"Uh!" the old man felt inexplicably ingenious, "Who told you that I was going to let you try the medicine?"

"You said it yourself!" Wen Fan packed up his things and prepared to leave.

"I had that idea, but I haven't said it yet!" the old man explained.

"Didn't say that?" Wen Fan stared at the old man, thinking, "Could it be an illusion?" and immediately shook his head, "It must be this old man's potion that is causing trouble!"

He had only taken two steps when he suddenly turned back and shouted to the old man, "Also, don't follow me!" and continued to walk out the door.

The old man was short of words, and said in his heart: "They all say that I am strange, this kid is stranger than me! Could it be the sequelae of the potion? No, I have to ask clearly!" Thinking about it, he chased him out.

"Alas, Wen Fan Xiaoyou, wait!" came the old man's voice behind him.

Wen Fan turned around and said angrily: "Don't let you follow, why are you still here, tell you, I don't have any sequelae of the potion!"

The old mind is also wide open, "It's good that there are no sequelae!" but reacted instantly, "I haven't asked about the sequelae yet!"

"Didn't ask?" Wen Fan became more and more sure that he was affected by the hallucination in his head, which seemed to advance the time by a minute.

"What is this, foresight? Prophet? But it can only predict the content for a short period of time! Is it talent?" Wen Fan was both excited and disappointed! Excited because he was not without talent, he was disappointed because he felt that his talent was useless! "Such a poor talent, no wonder the talent ball didn't react! It's not as practical as the weapon talent!" He often goes in and out of Cangshan, so he naturally expects himself to be a weapon talent, and the beast soul talent can also accept it, but he didn't expect it to be a prophetic talent.

"Hello Elder Wu!"

"Hello Elder Wu!"

......

At this time, a voice came from behind, and when Wen Fan looked over, he saw several patrolling disciples saluting the old man one after another! When he looked over, those disciples were alert and looked at him one after another.

But the next moment, Wen Fan pulled his legs and ran! He saw in the illusion in his head that these disciples would catch him!

"Elder Wu, who is that person?" a disciple asked curiously when he saw Wen Fan running wildly.

"A kid who tests talent!" the old man said with interest, then turned around and went back to the Hall of Talent.

"Senior brother, how do I feel that person is a little familiar?" a round-faced disciple whispered.

"With a crossbow on his back and a long sword at his waist, I have some impressions when you say that!" the person who was called Senior Brother muttered, and after a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Isn't he the kid who offered a bounty on the mission list?"

"Then what are you waiting for, chase!" another rugged warrior shouted, and before he finished speaking, he took the lead in chasing in the direction of Wen Fan's escape!