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Watching the old man and the young man walk into the plaza side by side, no one dared to make a sound. In front of them was a dashing man, and the corners of the man's mouth slightly lifted, not knowing whether to be happy or angry, he was the patriarch of the Fan family, and today, he had made a shocking decision to exchange the position of clan leader for Fan Mu's undefeated position. Everyone held their breaths in their hearts.

"Hey little brat, don't be so listless. This little Bun Zi thinks so highly of you. How can you be so discouraged before you even start?" The white haired old man's snow-white brows unnoticeably jumped up.

Fan Bin was someone who came without any hesitation. Since he had already promised in front of the entire clan, he would not change his decision. In other words, the burden of the clan was now on Fan Mu.

"Stinking brat!" The white haired old man saw that there was no answer and couldn't help but to frown. His snow-white eyebrows were squeezed together in a line, giving him a sense of joy.

"Old bastard!" He knew how important this examination was. If he was unable to bear the burden and fell, not only Fan Bin, but the entire Fan family would fall. Although he did not know what Patriarch Xuan was plotting, he had a premonition that if the Zong family were to be handed over to him, the Fan family would be finished!

"Damnit, you're not leaving me behind right now!" Fan Mu growled like an angry calf.

He did not know how many times he had called out Cherry in his heart, but Cherry did not seem to exist. No one paid attention to his hysteria.

He still remembered that the stone showed a terrifying gray color and did not show any signs of wanting to emit light. Since ancient times, there had never been a person like this in the Fan family, even more rare than his metal-ranked bloodline, even when the Zong family bloodline was above Red Rank.

"The two of you, sit here," Fan Bin said calmly. The clown like gazes around didn't affect his mood in the slightest.

The old and young nodded like chicks pecking rice. Since things had come to this, they could only listen.

Looking at the old and young people in the VIP seats, everyone could not help but sigh. Even if Old Man Bai was one of the eight Elders, what did Fan Mu count as!? The old man's movements were slow, he was carrying an assistant with him!? Ha ha, the old man being Fan Mu's assistant was more or less the same.

Feeling countless sharp gazes on his body, Fan Mu felt his whole body burning, as if he would be completely familiar with the situation in the next moment. Lowering his head, he tried his best to avoid the eyes of the crowd, and at this moment, he started to feel conflicted; one of them told him why he had to work for a family that hated him to the death, and one of them told him that he could not stop, he had to slap Elder Xuan twice on the face.

Since when had he not wanted to pick on that old thing that had caused him to lose two years, slapping himself for four years. But could he do it now!? He thought that after breaking through the initial stage of training in wood elemental energy, dark black elemental energy would occasionally reach a level where he could use it, making him invincible. But after meeting the Fan Tian in the illusion, he realized that he was wrong, he was still that trash, in the end he was just a trash who knew how to play with three-legged cats.

He couldn't help but sigh. He could feel that this burden that was accumulated on the shoulders of a child who was only fourteen or fifteen years old was really too heavy. He wanted to share some of the burden with this former disciple of his, but reality cruelly told him, 'You are not qualified. He found it laughable even when he said it out loud.

Fan Mu nodded his head, indicating that he didn't have to worry, but he felt uneasy. If he went up on stage now and showed off his kung fu as a three-legged cat, what welcomed him would be another round of cursing. He regretted listening to the old man and returning to this place which was not too hot, but symbolically called "home".

"This little bastard is about to die. Look at how sweaty he is! His hair is almost like a lake!" The Shan family's clansmen laughed coldly in schadenfreude.

"He came out to mess around but he's going to pay me back. I can already imagine how green his face must have been when he faced the Source Test Stone, so much so that even his mother couldn't recognize him. I'm really going to die from laughter here." When the Lin Clan youth heard this, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"He and his mother, didn't I hear that they died a long time ago!?"

"They said they went missing, but there's been no news of them for so long. They might have already died a long time ago ?"

"You two shut up!" Clenching his fists, Fan Mu suddenly stood up, his sharp eyes staring at the northwest corner. There, the two teenagers were whispering to each other, so quietly that it sounded like a mosquito, but their words were imprinted into Fan Mu's mind, that was Ying's only gift, being able to accept the voices from all four directions. "My mother is only separated from me for the time being, if you continue babbling nonsense there, I might tear your mouths apart!"

Everyone's gaze followed Fan Mu's curses and shifted to the foot of the northwest wing. Fan Mu instantly felt much more relaxed. However, the two pitiful people in his mouth were instantly burnt.

The two of them were scared to the point of peeing and retreated, their eyes looked like they were looking at a deity. Such a small distance, yet this guy could hear them clearly!?

"This guy isn't a human, right?" Some of the clansmen let go of their pride and couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

"No wonder he was highly praised by the clan leader. Who knows, he might have already recovered his strength. He might even stand here acting cowardly, waiting to slap our faces!"

"F * ck, not only is he abnormal in strength, he's also a b * tch with schemes." A Lin Clan youth cried out in alarm.

"Keep it down!" Fan Qing gave a muffled grunt, glancing coldly at the clansman who had said the wind was rain.

"Young master ?" The youth was rendered speechless. He covered his mouth and did not dare to make a sound. His eyes darted around as he tried to find a hole to hide in.

"You sure have some skill in listening, but you still dare to boast so shamelessly!?" Do you think you're still that rich and powerful young master of the Zong Clan!? "If you want to tear me apart, then please ask if I allow it, otherwise, please tear yourself to pieces first. As a demonstration, let me see whether my men are worth it or not." Fan Qing looked down from above at the old and young people in the middle of the square, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously twisted. Taking advantage of the gap between them, his ice-cold aura constantly overflowed, and he directly stabbed into Fan Mu's heart like a flying needle.