"I hope people like Mr. Fang will have a safe and smooth life!"

The deputy palace master said sincerely.

Everyone nodded vigorously.

But they all sighed in their hearts.

Such a person is a thorn in the side and flesh of many people in this world, but how can it be so smooth?

There are too many bad people in this world after all! Don’t even the protected people say weird things?

This is all impossible to do.

Fang Che was practicing swordplay when Sun Wutian walked in with a gloomy face.

He had regained his appearance, and his face became even more gloomy and cold.

Standing on one side, watching Fang Che's Hatetian Sword Technique.

His eyes were a little vacant, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He seemed to be turning a blind eye.

"Ancestor!"

Fang Che stopped his knife and came to see him with a smile.

"Um."

Sun Wutian nodded lightly, then flipped his wrist and held all of Fang Che's outfit in his hands. His coat and coat were neatly folded. Venus was shining in his hands.

The moment he handed over this set of clothes, Sun Wutian suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"Ancestor..."

Fang Che hurriedly stepped forward, rubbed the old devil's shoulders, and said flatteringly: "You can just keep it, I still have it. Do you only want to help me this time? This can't be done, there are so many disciples here.

It’s a troublesome matter, Patriarch, you can’t just give up.”

Sun Wutian's face was visibly glowing with joy, but he forced a straight face and cursed with all his strength: "Why the hell do you still want me to work for you for a long time? What you think is beautiful! I won't do it!"

Fang Che rubbed his shoulders harder and harder, with a flattering look on his face: "Grandmaster, help me, for the sake of my disciple being so filial..."

Sun Wutian snorted and reluctantly put back his cloak and clothes.

He calmly said: "Then I will help you keep it first. If you need to use it for an emergency in the future, and I don't have time to get the clothes from you, I will be blind."

"Yes, yes, Grandmaster is very considerate."

"You haven't been lazy these days, have you?"

Sun Wutiandao.

"Please also ask the Patriarch to take the exam."

So Sun Wutian and Fang Che took the exam.

It has to be said that Lao Sun acted very measuredly this time. He only checked Fang Che's entry and did not deliberately beat him.

As for injuries and broken bones... there is no such thing.

"You've made another step forward."

Sun Wutian said calmly: "The saint level is eighth level."

After thinking about it carefully, he said: "The combat power is equivalent to the third level of the Holy Emperor. In real combat, you can jump to the fourth level of the ordinary Holy Emperor. This cross-class battle is a bit exaggerated."

Fang Che pondered for a moment and said: "Grandmaster, what if we compare it to the standard and the Holy Emperor who has the weapons catalog in the cloud?"

"No comparison."
Chapter completed!