Cheng Hongyao was a little confused, why did the ancestor be so kind to him?

He couldn't figure it out, so he had to suppress the doubts in his heart.

Then he stood up and took out a book from his arms and presented it with both hands.

"Old ancestor, this is the right-age tribe of this meridian who participated in the test. There are 457 people in total, and there are actually 457 people."

After taking the book, Cheng Buzheng started reading it.

rustle!!!

The sound of the pages turning sounded in this quiet square.

soon.

Cheng Buzheng finished reading, and many of the names of his juniors were remembered in his heart.

Then, he returned the book book to Cheng Hongyao.

Wave your hand.

In the carriage, sleeping boys and girls floated up and floated out in an orderly manner.

In the blink of an eye.

More than 400 juniors were floating above the two rows of carriages.

Unfortunately, these little guys were sleeping soundly and had no chance to learn that they were paying homage to the old ancestor who had long been dead in their hearts during festivals, and were now appearing in front of them.

See this.

Cheng Buzheng smiled slightly.

Spread your right hand forward and pinch your middle finger with your thumb.

A thought moves.

A drop of bright red blood, floating up from his fingertips!

The blood-colored light shines in this vast cave, shining brightly and beautifully.

It can be seen how powerful a drop of ordinary blood contains, and it also shows the strength of the golden elixir cultivator's treasure body.

A magic trick is produced.

A drop of spiritual blood shot into the face of a mysterious light.

A low shout rang out in the square.

"Look for the true recognition of the clan and forgive me!"
Chapter completed!