C9 (1/2)

Jun Feng walked around Jun Feng and walked out. Jun Feng stared at the skinny back for a long time without moving. After a long while, Jun Feng laughed helplessly, it seemed that he had underestimated Jun Ling. Other people might not understand him, but he was clear that although he could not practice, but in terms of intelligence and cultivation, Jun Feng was inferior to him. It seemed that Jun Ling had full confidence in himself, or else he would not do such a puzzling action.

Very quickly, news of this reached Jun Tiannan and Liu Ruyan's ears. It was night time, and Jun Tiannan had placed his palms on the tables in the hall. He frowned and looked at Jun Feng: ”Ling Er wants to participate in the ethnic ratio, why did you not stop him? How could his current body participate in the ethnic ratio? ”

Jun Feng smiled meaningfully, and said: ”Younger brother is very confident, I think that he didn't make this decision on impulse, but at the same time, he must have thought of the consequences of losing, in any case, there are no killers in the ethnic ratio, and giving little brother training is also good. I believe him. ”

Hearing Jun Feng's words, Jun Tiannan and Liu Ruyan looked at each other, and then nodded in agreement.

”This old man agrees to allow Jun Ling to participate in ethnic ratio!”

At this time, a thunderous voice suddenly sounded out from outside the door. It was a white-haired old man with white hair, who was striding forward in a purple and gold robe. His eyes were as sharp as a falcon's as he walked behind the old man with his hands behind his back.

This person was one of the only two remaining Patriarchs of the Jun Family, Jun Jiushan, and was a true origin realm practitioner. In a place like Wasteland Town, the origin realm was already an existence that stood at the very top.

”Yes!”

Jun Jiushan merely gave a bland grunt, his gaze merely glancing at the three of them, as he sat down at Jun Tiannan's seat, and said indifferently: ”In half a month's time, he will be the ethnic ratio. Since your son has already registered, let him be! It's just that this time, the clan will definitely not provide him with any assistance. If there is still no change in his attitude this time, you, Jun Tiannan should consider it. ”

”Is he a genius or a trash!?” ethnic ratio will know after one try! ”There's no need to discuss this matter further. If you want to take responsibility for the expenses of this trash, it has nothing to do with the Jun Family!”

Jun Jiushan's words caused the faces of Jun Tiannan and the other two to drastically change. At the same time, at the corner of the hall's door, Jun Ling's figure was standing there. He had coincidentally been about to come to find his parents, but he did not expect to hear such a conversation.

Based on the clan's perspective, for someone who was unable to cultivate, giving up eleven years of support was already pretty good. Jun Jiushan's thoughts were not too biased, but for Jun Tiannan's family, giving up on their own son was a huge injury and torture to their body and mind.