Wen Bicheng narrowed his eyes, and everyone's eyes fell on Wen Long.
Unexpectedly, Wen Long asked for punishment himself. Once he was punished, the punishment would not be light!
"I would like to hear what you mean."
Wen Bicheng spoke calmly.
Wen Long raised his head and his voice was sonorous and powerful.
"I came here this time just to vent my anger for what happened seven years ago."
"In the past seven years, I have devoted myself to training and worked hard to catch up with cousin Wen Ye!"
"Today I fought against cousin Wen Ye, but I found that cousin Wen Ye is no match for me.
I looked down upon my cousin and struck too hard, I hope my great-grandfather will punish him."
After everyone heard Wen Long's words, many people showed doubts.
If Wen Ye was still unconscious, he would definitely be so angry that he would vomit blood after hearing these words!
Wen Long attributed all his faults to Wen Ye being too weak.
Moreover, Wen Long said that there was nothing wrong with him, even if it was difficult for others to say anything at night.
Who said Wen Ye defeated Wen Long seven years ago?
Wen Ye's fate was all caused by himself.
Wen Yun looked at Wen Long, speechless. Did her brother really think so?
On the other hand, Mu Feng next to him raised the corners of his mouth.
While Wen Long was observing Mu Feng, Mu Feng was naturally observing Wen Long's behavior.
From Mu Feng's perspective, this Wenlong was mysterious and unpredictable, and he would do anything to achieve his goals.
If it were an enemy, Mu Feng would feel a headache.
Even though he defeated Wen Long once, Mu Feng had no idea where Wen Long's real strength lies.
Wen Bicheng looked at Wen Long's eyes and frowned slightly.
Even he didn't know what to say. He only saw his arm slightly raised and waved casually, "I am not allowed to participate in the fight between juniors.
However, in today’s matter, you did act too harshly, and as a punishment, you will not be allowed to participate in the selection of the saint tomorrow.”
Everyone was shocked that this punishment was so light!
But for some people, this is not a bad thing.
Without Wen Yun and Wen Long, the only troublesome person around him would be Mu Feng.
For them, it is much easier to win the title of Saint.
Wen Long returned the offer, as he had no intention of participating in the selection.
Because he has staked this treasure on Mu Feng.
"Let's end today's dinner here."
Wen Bicheng waved his sleeves and left.
The children of the Wen family bid farewell one after another. After all, this was the top expert of the Wen family and the oldest one.
You deserve to be treated like this!
Mu Feng naturally returned to the room with Wen Long and others. Without saying much, Mu Feng then found a room and started practicing.
Tomorrow is the time for the selection of the Saint, so we need to take it a little seriously.
…
The night passed quickly.
Early in the morning, all the young people of the Wen family stood in the open space.
In the front, Wen Hanqiu was holding a hosta and was telling everyone about the origin of the Wen family's saint daughter.
Mu Feng narrowed his eyes and looked at the hosta with surprise. This hosta seemed to be similar to the one in Lin Wan's hand!
"This hosta is a symbol of the Wen family created by our ancestors with the efforts of the whole family! It should have been a pair, and there should have been two saints.
But the other hosta was lost thousands of years ago and is hard to find."
"What will happen if we find this hosta?"
Mu Feng subconsciously spoke. After all, he knew who owned the hosta.
Wen Hanqiu was stunned, and many people looked at Mu Feng.
"Oh, there are always some idiots who ask this kind of question every year. They haven't found it for thousands of years. Can he find it?"
"It's just greed. You want to take advantage of our Wen family. You think too much."
Many people around him sneered, looking at Mu Feng with nothing but disdain.
Wen Long said nothing, while Wen Yun blushed.
Too many people are looking at this place. This is the main clan of the Wen family. Wen Yun doesn't know how to face them.
Looking at Mu Feng, Wen Hanqiu smiled lightly and said, "The ancestors once said that whoever finds the second hosta will be richly rewarded.
If she is related by blood to our Wen family, the woman can directly become the second saint, and the man can marry the saint as his wife!"
Many people were shocked when Wen Hanqiu's words came out. If the hosta hadn't been found for thousands of years, they would have been really moved.
Mu Feng nodded and said no more.
Wen Hanqiu continued to explain the rules. Each saint candidate can bring up to three people into the secret realm.
In the secret realm, there are three levels. As long as you pass these three levels, you will be qualified to become a saint.
After Wen Hanqiu finished speaking, everyone looked behind Wen Hanqiu.
A flash of blue light suddenly appeared, and then the door to the secret realm opened.
Everyone kept exclaiming, the selection of the saint is about to begin!
Wen Yun blinked her eyes and looked back at Wen Long.
Wen Long will not be by her side this time. Except for Mu Feng, Wen Long has not arranged for anyone else at all.
If others go in, they will only be held back.
"Go and come back alive."
Wen Long narrowed his eyes and spoke.
Wen Yun nodded and followed the crowd in.
Just as Mu Feng was following Wen Yun, Wen Long's voice sounded in his ears.
"If something happens to Wen Yun, you won't survive."
Mu Feng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and waved his hand backward.
Wen Long's eyes never left Mu Feng.
He believed in Mu Feng's strength and the status of a saint...
Get it at your fingertips!
Wen Hanqiu walked to Wen Bicheng and sat down. There was a shadow in front of them. Through this shadow, they could see everything happening in the secret realm.
"Hanqiu, who do you think can win?"
Wen Bicheng smiled and spoke. After all, Wen Hanqiu was the previous saint.
When Wen Hanqiu became a saint, she was only twenty-three years old, which was indeed young.
Wen Hanqiu smiled calmly, "I'm optimistic about Wen Yu and Wen Yun."
Wen Bicheng was stunned, "Wen Yu is surrounded by a master who has been matched by your eldest brother himself. There is a chance that he can win, but why is Wen Yun?"
"There is only that boy beside Wen Yun."
Wen Hanqiu hid his face and smiled, "Grandpa, you also saw Mu Feng defeat Tu Hu with one move yesterday."
"Although Tu Hu is not the best among the ten-star spiritual emperors, his strength is enough to help the candidates pass the three levels."
Wen Bicheng thought about this and nodded.
"Mr. Wen, I am optimistic about Wen Shan."
Wen Moqian suddenly smiled and spoke.
Wen Shan is also the younger generation of the Wen family branch, and that branch is not weak, its strength is second only to the main family.
"Wen Shan does have a good chance of winning. The people we are looking for this time are not easy to mess with."
Wen Bicheng smiled and spoke.
"Grandpa, Mo Qian said Wen Shan would win just because his brother Wen Feiyi promised to help Wen Shan win the Saint."
Wen Hanqiu rolled his eyes at Wen Moqian and spoke.
Wen Bicheng was stunned and looked around.
Among Wen Shan's group, there was indeed a man who looked similar to Wen Moqian and was equally majestic!
Wen Bicheng laughed and said, "That's it. It seems that this selection is very interesting."
Wen Moqian smiled calmly and glanced at his younger brother, his eyes twinkling.