The Final Test 8

At this time, Wen Ren, who was in charge of leading the team, also said with a smile: "It is said that in the thousands of years of history, there were three people who received the inheritance of the ancient gods in the Temple of War."

"Those three people, it is said that at the end, all broke through to the Holy Rank!"

"So, you also have a chance."

A group of young people: "..."

Over the years, there have been at least thousands of people who have entered the Temple of War.

Among them, there are only three people who have received the inheritance of the ancient gods.

It can be seen how rare this probability is.

So, they have no hope at all.

However, they don't know yet.

Although the number of them entering the Temple of War this time is the smallest in the past years.

However, the number of people who received the inheritance of the ancient gods has exceeded the total number of previous generations...

"Hey, why didn't you take us to see the Divine Stone?"

Wan Yunqi, the head of Wanjianmen, touched his beard and said.

"Every time we have an audience with the Divine Stone, it's an opportunity."

People like them, because of age restrictions.

Therefore, it is impossible to enter the Temple of War to practice.

However, in front of that divine stone, they can also get great benefits.

So, this is a bonus for them.

"It should be soon, the new owner should be out soon."

Someone next to me said.

The eyes of many young people showed excitement.

After all, the head of the Shen family is also a very mysterious person.

Moreover, I also heard that he is also very young.

A while ago, it was rumored that he was going to choose his wife among the school-aged women in Tianxing City.

However, this incident came to an end in the end.

With the death of Leng Qianqian.

No one mentions it anymore.

However, this aroused everyone's curiosity about the Shen family head.

A small courtyard floating in the void.

The middle-aged man stood respectfully outside the courtyard.

"Master, they have been waiting for a long time."

"understood."

The sound from inside the house was low.

Moreover, there is also a faint vibrato.

The person who spoke seemed to be in great pain.

After a while.

Just calm down.

Then, the man walked out of the courtyard.

There was a very tired look on his face.

"Are they all here?"

"Yes, it's all here."

The middle-aged man bowed and said.

"Okay, then take them to the God Stone, and be responsible for maintaining order. I won't come forward."

"Respect your lord?"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but be surprised.

As for the assessment of the Temple of War, he, the master, attaches great importance to it from beginning to end.

But now, he doesn't participate?

"Anyway, you just need to remember one thing, as long as those who cannot pass the assessment of the Temple of War are not allowed to enter."

"Yes, my lord."

After speaking, the middle-aged man bowed and walked out.

Watching his back go away.

The dignified expression on the man's face slowly faded.

Suddenly, he covered his chest with one hand.

Then, a mouthful of blood spit on his handkerchief.

The blood was dripping, and it was shocking to see.

Then, he let out a long sigh.

"Time is running out..."

It was obvious that he had only just inherited the title of Patriarch.

However, his sigh sounded very vicissitudes.

Like a weather-beaten old man...

I really don't know, what has he experienced to make him feel this way?

The middle-aged man walked quickly towards the front.