Talent

Chu Fengyun felt the sudden urge to strangle Qiu Gaohe. 'Even I who do not know any medical skills can tell these idiots are faking it, and yet a dignified clan head of the Golden Pill Sect's Qiu family stream can't tell? Even if you want to pretend, can you not be so dumb about it?'

As Ding Lin Country's guardian and Wu Feng Hall's Great Worshipper, this was the first time Chu Fengyun felt a sense of defeat that came from the bottom of his heart.

The corners of Mo Kongyuan's lips twitched. If not for the fierce fighting going on, he would have been rolling on the ground and clutching his stomach in laughter.

In the beginning, he had been worried for Ling Chuxi, but he never would have expected the brat's poison skills to be so amazing. Seeing the experts of Wu Feng Hall's interesting performance, Mo Kongyuan felt ridiculously smug. 'Of course, only I, Mo Kongyuan, could choose such an amazing successor! Hahaha!'