"Two fellow Taoists, long time no see."

At this moment, a teasing sounded.

When Wang Jian's face changed suddenly when he heard this.

Even Zhao Yu, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and preparing to realize enlightenment, quickly stood up.

The next moment, Wang Mang's figure suddenly appeared in the sight of the two.

The blue Taoist robe in the deep sky appeared faintly.

Staring at the mysterious visitor, Wang Jian couldn't help but frown.

"Who is coming?"

When speaking, Wang Jian specially blessed the Taoist rhyme in his words.

Trying to this end can shock Wang Mang.

The strong wind brought by the Taoist rhyme made Wang Mang's Taoist robe sound.

At this moment, Wang Mang took off his clothes and said with great interest: "Why? I won't know me so soon?"

Looking at the faces under the hood, the pupils in their eyes suddenly shrank.

"So possible!"

"Aren't you dead?"

Wang Jian's face was full of incredibleness.

After hearing his words, Wang Mang originally wanted to tell the truth.

But he suddenly thought of the previous sentence of his clone.

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Mang also said in a pretentious manner:
Chapter completed!