Chapter 842: Pretending To Be Rich? (1/2)
Bone-age: 258
The wangu Clan disciple responsible for Huang Xiaolong’s registration stared dumbly at the words on the hGod Advancean
In this one year’s tiistered reached at least ten thousand, if not alaxies’ forces averaged above one thousand in their bone-age In fact, a large number of theh there were still a few disciples whose age was below one thousand, the loas still eight hundred years old
That wangu Clan disciple had never seen a participant with bone-age below five hundred years
But this black-haired young e was actually below five hundred years, at two hundred and fifty-eight to be exact!
So Xiaolong When they saw the result, all of the the two sisters who secretly discussed about Huang Xiaolong earlier
In general, one started cultivating at the age of six Wouldn't thishad only been cultivating for two hundred and fifty-two years!
Two hundred and fifty-two years!
Soed to reached perfection stage late-Tenth Order God Realh s able to easily defeat a late-First Order HighGod Realm master with less than three hundred years of cultivation was unprecedented!
How monstrous was this person’s talent to be able to achieve this?!
The surrounding disciples lining up to register were all top talents of their fa Xiaolong, they were reduced to pig heads!
In the pavilion building across the square, wangu Shou as feeling pangs of regret earlier for agreeing to bet angu Changqing was stupefied looking at the test result Seconds passed before he recovered his senses, ju the bet, but fro was just as shocked, enius has appeared in this terhGod Advanceu Shuo, a hint of wryness in his su Shuo nodded absently ht flickered in his eyes as he conte a word
“What is it? Are youjokingly teased
wangu Shuo heavily shook his head, “This kind ofChangqing nodded in agreeh this kid is a monstrous talent, his cultivation tiood results in this tournath, the probability of hih as ninety percent”
wangu Shuo felt the saeniuses in the vast space, it's a pity not reat of a talent they possess if they die early”
On the square, the disciples who saw the result erupted into an uproar
Huang Xiaolong who had been standing in front of thetiu Clan disciple in charge of his registration, “Is it done?”
Only then did the wangu Clan disciple regain his sense, though he sounded flustered as he hurriedly replied, “Done, done”