After all, there is only one disciple in the Ninth Peak.

No longer thinking about it, Xiaoyu walked out of Kunlun.

...

...

Jiang Lan was still watching others drink tea at this time.

Or look at other people's interviews.

He saw the eighth one.

All the first seven failed, and at first they thought they would encounter something terrible.

After all, Zheng Xi from the fifth peak was panicked.

So something terrifying should be encountered.

But soon, they found that it was not.

Because the second one cried.

The third one smiled.

The fourth one was dizzy.

The fifth one slapped the table in anger.

Anyway, everyone is different.

But the ones who came to their senses did not mention what they had encountered.

I just lowered my head to apologize, and then stayed quietly by the side, waiting for the people behind to try.

They all failed, so they were curious about who would succeed.

None of the first seven succeeded, now the eighth one.

If the eighth one fails, then it should be unsatisfactory.

After all, there is only the last one left.

Jiang Lan was actually very surprised. It seemed that this place was not a test of his mind.

Each of these people made some moves.

They were embarrassed, but they didn't feel abnormal.

This is a bit strange. If you see hallucinations, it should not be this kind of reaction.

They have no doubts about what they see.

For example, the person who laughed just felt embarrassed.

But the smile was not completely curbed.

So he really encountered something funny.

At this time, the disciple who had picked up the teacup suddenly stood up.

Everyone was a little confused, so they saw the eighth person, slowly poured out the tea, and then made a sound:

"To this wine, senior."

Jiang Lan: "..."

Everyone was in an uproar, and this sudden action was a bit shocking.
Chapter completed!