Due to Yuan's existence, Youjiyuan didn't want to involve him, so he simply ignored Zhang Litian's existence.
No matter how provocative the other party was, they turned a deaf ear.
"Are you sure you don't want to solve it? There might be something wrong when we go in later."
Yuan Yuan shook his head. Under such a plot, some new stories would usually happen next.
After all, they are all saint sons of a big force, so it is easy to do something in some aspects.
"Fu Ming Association is not that easy to mess with. Let's go, Brother Yuan."
The guardian stood in front of Zhang Litian and others, directly separating the two groups.
At this moment, Zhang Zhangtian's face was gloomy, and his heart seemed to be ignited with endless anger. However, he was the Holy Son after all. He knew what should be done and what should not be done, and he did not fight at the door.
Looking at the original group of people entering the Fu Ming Association, his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Although the relationship between him and Youji was not a life-and-death feud, the sound he heard now simply made his life worse than death.
Because of this voice, even the elders of the first-rate forces were unwilling to accept him as a disciple. Every time he went out, the ants with low strength would secretly laugh at him.
All dignity was shattered after drinking the elixir of You Ji Yuan, and could never be picked up again.
Even his powerful father could only restore his body to its original shape after allowing him to reshape it.
But if that were the case, all his original physique and strength would be classified as mortals. How could his majestic second-rate saint son be reduced to the same status as those weak mortals?
You Jiyuan, damn it!
The entire Taiyi Sect must die!
"Come on, I want to see what this waste is doing here."
Opening the fan, Zhang Zhangtian completely hid the hatred and pain in his heart, then narrowed his eyes slightly and said.
Generally speaking, when you come to the Fu Ming Association at this time, you are either participating on behalf of the Fu Ming Association, or you are coming to take the Fu Ming assessment.
The Taiyi Sect’s trash does not fit any of the criteria.
Although the melon-eating crowd on the side didn't know what happened, their souls of gossip were still burning, and they all followed into the Fu Ming Association.
There are many battles between big forces described in novels, but seeing them in person is another matter.
"Eh? Are you also book lovers?"
"Yes, yes, there is a book recently that just describes this kind of battle between big forces. I'm here to join in the fun."
"What a coincidence, isn't it? If the plot of the novel repeats itself, it would be much more exciting."
"Go together and go together."
Noisy sounds rang outside the Fu Ming Association, and a moment later the entire door was surrounded.
When I arrived at the front desk of Fu Ming Association, there happened to be a staff member waiting for the inspection.
He opened his eyes and looked at the group of people in front of him lazily, then rubbed his eyes and stared at the onlookers blocking the hall in surprise.
When did the Fu Ming Association become so lively?
Although it is very doubtful, as a staff member with professional qualities, naturally he cannot be passive and slack in his work.
"What do you guys want to do?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a virtual screen began to appear before Yuan's eyes, with hundreds of management options listed on it.
It has to be said that before Yuan came to the depths of the universe, he thought this place was simply a world of cultivation. Unexpectedly, the technology was much more advanced than other places.
"Brother Yuan wants to handle the inspection for the Three Thousand Talents Competition."
Before Yuan Yuan could speak, Youjiyuan directly stated his purpose, with a sense of arrogance in his words.
He is not bragging, the young and powerful people who can represent the first-class forces are not simple. Every one of them is a genius who is bound to become an immortal, and their future is limitless.
Sure enough, while waiting for You Jiyuan to finish speaking, the onlookers who came to watch the show also knew what was going to happen next.
Isn't this just a typical show-off?
Don't be too familiar!
"What did I say, don't you think it's just kicked on the iron plate?"
"I'm tired of watching this plot. Don't even think about it, the saint son of Liuyun Sect is being crushed."
"Oh, I didn't expect the routine to be so real."
"Forget it, you're here now, let's take a look before leaving. I just want to see the pretense."
Hearing the comments from the people around him, Zhang Zhangtian felt bad.
How come these people are jumping to conclusions before the plot even begins!
Isn’t it just a qualification to represent a first-class force in the competition?
What's the use?
Every year, these powers will select at least a thousand people to represent the competition, but most of these thousands of people are cannon fodder, and only a small part can get some rankings!
Therefore, the representative qualification is of little use!
If his own power opens his mouth, the Fu Ming Association will also give him face and add him to the list.
"Yo? I thought it was something amazing, but this is it?"
It wasn't because Zhang Litian didn't have an IQ that he was harsh with him, but because he really couldn't stand You Jiyuan's look of needing a beating.
Every time I see this, I think of the other person's expression after the bet.
Anyway, no matter what Youjiyuan does, just refute it!
"I thought someone was here to certify the eighth-level Talisman Master, but I didn't expect that the Taiyi Sect had degenerated to the point of using connections to represent a first-rate force in the competition."
Amidst the strange sounds, the staff at the counter entered the original registration number.
The only voice in the entire hall was Zhang Litian, and even his protectors couldn't hold him back.
However, no matter how loud his voice was, Yuan Yuan and You Jiyuan turned a deaf ear and allowed a clown to jump around.
"Sir, please tell me your registration code again."
The staff members kept running their fingers across the virtual screen in front of them, looking at one small window after another, frowning slightly.
Naturally, the slight change in expression could not be concealed from the original eyes, but he still said it again.
Another ten minutes passed, and the staff's expression became increasingly cold, and even the way they looked at Yuan changed.
"Sorry sir, the Fu Ming Association does not have your registration information."
Although the tone at this moment was still the same as before, there was still a hint of perfunctory look.
No registration information?
Yuan heard this person's words and fell into deep thought.
Logically speaking, I had indeed signed up for Blue Star before, and the teacher also saw his information in the background list.
But since there is registration information, why can’t it be found in Fu Ming Association?
Could it be that it was artificially changed to another strength?
Suddenly, the names of two forces appeared in the original mind: Space-Time Management Bureau and Main God Space!
They are both first-rate forces, and their overall strength is much stronger than that of the Fu Ming Association. If they open their mouths, the association may not agree.