Wang Zhenwei nodded solemnly: "I have seen the real martial sage strongest person."
"One move, just one move, I lose combat effectiveness."
"So strong?" Several people exclaimed.
"Fortunately, there are not many Xeons, and I only saw it once." Wang Zhenwei solemnly said, "If you meet the Wusheng Xeon, don't think too much, just run away!"
"Your strength is in front of the strongest, just like Wu Zun in front of you."
"Ants!"
The hearts of several people trembled, and their faces were full of yearning.
"Don't think about it, you can't become the strongest!" Seeing the expressions of several people, Wang Zhenwei knew what they were thinking, and said lightly, "I was just like you back then."
"I even think that others can become the strongest martial artist, why can't I!"
"After all the pain and surviving several times, I finally woke up."
"The Xeon is the Xeon. It is not something that can be achieved by hard work alone!"
Hearing that Wang Zhenwei had lost confidence in becoming the strongest, several people let go of their illusions.
"Well, those are all digressions." Wang Zhenwei waved his hand. "You have to know that although you can't be the strongest, you can't be the enemy of the strongest."
"As long as our family is strong and reaches a hundred martial sages, we form a formation, and the strongest must also retreat."
"Now Qin Ming's perfect nine-tier pill is an opportunity for us. If there is a steady stream of perfect pill, what is the strongest?"
"When we can continuously cultivate martial sages and have various celestial techniques and spiritual skills, we may not be unable to cultivate our own strongest!"
Wang Zhao took a step forward, filled Wang Zhenwei's teacup, and said with a smile: "Patriarch is right!"
"No matter how strong the strongest is, it is only one person, and there is no way to win against an inflated power."
"If we have a steady stream of Nine Stages of Perfect Pills, how many Xeons can't cultivate?"
"It's even possible that we can even cultivate Emperor Wu!"
"At that time, the strongest will be like an ant, and he will be slapped to death by Emperor Wu!"
As he said, Wang Zhao fell into a fantasy, thinking that a powerful emperor of Wu appeared in the family, occupying hundreds of cities and occupying one side.
Because he is the elder of the family, his wives and concubines are in groups, and his servants are thousands of people.
"Ahem..." Wang Zhenwei interrupted Wang Zhao's unrealistic fantasies, "The most important thing now is to figure out Qin Ming's perfect pill, whether he accidentally obtained some perfect nine-pin pill."
"There are still special channels that can obtain a large number of nine-pin pill."
"If you get a large number of perfect nine-grade pill by accident, then figure out the location of the pill and it."
"If there is a channel, we must figure out whether we can the channel from Qin Ming."
"Don't worry, Patriarch, this is planned in advance, and Mr. Zhang will definitely be able to handle it!" Wang Zhao said.
"I need to be foolproof, and you should take good control of it and don't make any mistakes." Wang Zhenwei said solemnly, "This is related to the future glory of our family."
"It matters whether my dark illness can be cured."
"Furthermore, now Morim City is not as reliable as we thought. We are running out of time. The Mori Family Patriarch and Mu Family Patriarch will definitely intervene when they get the news."
