Chapter 1655: Bluntly provocative

"Humph!"
"The Red Archbishop of Nangong is still as sharp as ever!"
"However, according to our agreement, he must pass the faith test and reach a certain level before he can be absorbed into the Temple of the Light Alliance!"
"If the faith test has not been passed, or the level is too low, the bishop will not take this face down!"
Duanmuding raised his head proudly, and the dull color on his face grew more and more.
If he could, he would have chosen to stay away from here long ago!
"This is natural..."
"However, Master Duanmu, please wait and see..."
"Hall Master Fang Fan... won't let you down."
Nangong Lei squinted his eyes, the confidence on his face increased.
...
"Arrogant! Redneck! I really don't know where the redneck came from, so I'm here to speak out! It's a shame for me to test with such a person at the same time!"
The third son of the Haotian Pavilion Pavilion Master Hao Zhan stood in front of the faith pool and shouted angrily!
Such a hillbilly who doesn't know anything can be recommended by Lord Duanmu and Lord Nangong! And he, the son of the pavilion master of the Haotian Pavilion, and a person with a divine nature, was actually treated with cold words, this kind of anger gradually fermented in his heart, and it has directly flourished!
The thirty-seventh Zihao, the master of the Haotian Pavilion, shrugged and said nothing... He knew Fang Fan quite deeply. After all, he had suffered a loss in Fang Fan’s hands and was captured for a while. time.
After experiencing those few blows, he seems to have matured a lot suddenly. For Fang Fan, there is no more hatred, some just fear and worship...
The verdant boy, it is not too normal to have some hero complexes and worship objects!
"I don't want to go back to the Haotian Pavilion anymore. The pavilion master's father has too many sons... Ha ha... It doesn't make sense to stay, maybe I will be slaughtered sometime..."
"If you can stay in the Temple of the Light Alliance, even the lowest-level clergy, that would be great..."
Hao Mei clenched his fists secretly, couldn't help but glanced at Fang Fan's position, and then secretly cheered himself up.
My hands gradually clenched into fists, and my eyes gradually became sharp and excited...
This is what he is fighting for!
...
Fang Fan looked at Guo An, the fourth-ranked archbishop of the temple in front of him. This guy kept trembling, just avoiding his questions...
"Hall Master Fang Fan, you will know if you enter the pool of faith and feel it. You can't really stay for more than ten hours..."
"Even if it's the Pope... it's difficult to do it..."
Guo An sighed, and his complexion became complicated.
It is good to be confident, but overconfidence...well... it seems a little bit irony.
"Things beyond self-reliance!"
"Just by you, want to stay ten hours?"
"In your belief in the great gods of light, you are not worthy to give Ben Shao shoes!"
"If I were you, I would just smash my head to death on this pillar, so I won't be embarrassed and get home later!"
Just as Fang Fan was thinking, a presumptuous roar came, and Fang Fan turned his head subconsciously, only to see a young man in a blue and red robe standing there, looking extremely proud.
This young man, Fang Fan, had also met once before. When he walked over just now, the narcissistic fellow...
Fang Fan glanced at Hao Yu beside him again, and smiled secretly...
These should all be members of the Haotian Pavilion.