Mr. Huang felt that he was not a fool.

But he couldn't figure out what the confidence of Su Fei and Chu Muer were.

Let the article exaggerate and spread rumors, and do not refute...

What medicine is sold in this gourd?

Mr. Huang was full of doubts and wanted to ask clearly, but he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

He had no choice but to turn his head and pretend not to hear it.

Su Fei and Chu Muer didn't care either, they just smiled mysteriously. The old god was there, but the more they did this, the more Mr. Huang's heart was like a cat-catcher.

Time passes by minute by minute.

Just when Mr. Huang was extremely curious, a noise came from outside the door. Immediately, there were countless sounds of the door opening, and the footsteps mixed with human speech, as if the world suddenly became lively!

"Here you come!"

Su Fei and Chu Muer looked at each other and knew it. Only Mr. Huang became more and more confused. He gritted his teeth and finally decided to pretend to ask casually. But at this moment, a sound of footsteps came from far away. With a bang, the door was opened again, and a servant walked in with a smile on his face!

"Ah! Mr. Huang, are you here too? No wonder I didn't look for you in your room just now."

When the servant saw Mr. Huang, he hurriedly greeted him.

"Ahem, tell me something! Why is it so noisy outside suddenly?"

Mr. Huang asked with his head raised, as if he had regained some sense of existence.

"Report to the young master, that's how it is."

The servant was obviously carefully selected. After observing his words and expressions, he continued to follow Mr. Huang's words, and said every sentence, with clear structure. He explained the cause of the riot in a short while.

"What did you say? Before the test was advanced?"

After listening to it, Mr. Huang was confused. You know, this "Divine Examination Simulation Seminar" was a large-scale event in Dongzhou. There were many visitors and mixed together. Naturally, not everyone was qualified to participate. According to the process, there will be a small test before the meeting. Only if you pass, you can participate in this meeting and study the "Divine Examination" event together!

And this small test is also very simple, it is to make a test paper.

As long as you reach 60 points after the correction is corrected, you will pass the test.

Mr. Huang found out these early, but the news he found out was that the small test would only start tomorrow. How could it be in advance?

It is obvious that many geniuses in Dongzhou have not arrived yet...

"The little one is not sure."

Faced with Mr. Huang’s question, the servant shook his head repeatedly, “However, I heard that the test tonight is not mandatory. If you want to do the test tomorrow, you can do it. But that’s the case, you have to change one.”

Speaking of this, the servant lowered his head and whispered: "I heard that the test tonight is simple and tomorrow is difficult, so everyone who is staying here is moved..."

"So that's how the noise just now came about."

Mr. Huang nodded, but then shook his head again, but still couldn't understand which one was singing?

He couldn't figure it out, but someone had already understood it all.

For example, Su Fei.

He suddenly thought of Wenfu.

I still remember that before "instructing the country", this guy respectfully and friendly invited him to attend the "Divine Examination Simulation Seminar". Now I think about it, this move is nothing more than to attract him to join the game, asking him to agree to attend the seminar first, and then immediately secretly operate it, causing a "small test" tonight to get the position of forcing him to go to the "test"!

Then? Wenfu can take advantage of the hot topic again - as long as you pretend to casually raise a resonant topic with everyone on this theoretical "small test": "Ah, that is the mysterious boy who defeated Mr. Huang. He, in fact, the combat theory system is not good at all! I was speechless after a few words. Everyone should grasp the theoretical foundation!"... I repeated it several times, but I was still worried about not having any popularity?

If Su Fei doesn't participate, it's better. You'll be afraid before the battle and don't worry about the topic.

To put it bluntly, it's all routine.

In order to become famous, this article is willing to make a fuss.

But, it's a pity.

"My routine is above you."

Su Fei was wearing the ancient Jing Wubo on his face, and just said calmly to the servant: "I'm tired tonight, so I won't do the paper."

"Please give me a gift, my little one will say goodbye."

The servant smiled and then stepped down.

"Be careful of fraud!"

Mr. Huang kindly reminded him.

I don’t know if this person is a Steholm syndrome patient. He was overturned. Instead, he felt that Su Feitian was expected. If he was willing to let go of a woman and work hard, he would definitely become a big shot in the future. Such a person has endless potential and is worthy of good friends.

"If you have any questions about the document, please ask me."

Thinking of this, Mr. Huang said. After saying that, before Su Fei could reply, Chu Muer silently glanced at Mr. Huang and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but there is no need."

Mr. Huang frowned, a little unwilling to accept it, and raised several other matters that he could help, but Chu Muer responded calmly, just not giving him the opportunity to "help".

This is not exclusiveness, but she still needs some time to test whether the other party will be "scam"...

However, this slow young master Huang was not very tactful. He even hit several soft nails and kept beating indirectly. Until all the moves were blocked and the skills were exhausted, he left with a fist.

"Brother Huang."

Just as Mr. Huang went downstairs, several familiar voices came over. He saw a group of people led by Wenfu coming, holding their fists and bowing. Wenfu, who was ahead, had his eyes lit up, as if he saw a sheep he turned around and pulled!

"Brother Huang, what were you doing upstairs just now? We haven't finished the test for a long time!"

Without hesitation, Wen Fu greeted him with a smile. With a word, everyone else in the venue nodded in a very proud way.

"That's Brother Huang, you always love to show off, but I missed it tonight!"

"Oh, this is nothing! Anyway, the question tonight is not simple. Brother Huang will test it tomorrow, maybe it will be easier."

There were many discussions in my ears, some friends comforted me, and some opponents sarcastically, but no matter what the voice was, Mr. Huang was a little unaware of it, and he looked absent-minded, and he was talking to everyone without a word.

"oh?"

Seeing that Mr. Huang was in a bad mood, Wen Fu immediately saw a fuss and waved his hand, calling the boy holding the pen in front, and ordered: "Soon write: Mr. Huang was greatly hit by this and was depressed. He actually gave up the early test, his expression was depressed and his emotions were extremely unstable..."

"Wenwu!"

Mr. Huang had something to do in his heart, and he couldn't help hearing this!

"Brother Huang, are you angry? No, why are you angry? Everyone is good friends, why don't you just take advantage of your hot topics? Or is it that Wen said something wrong about the whole thing?"

Wen Fu said loudly without hesitation. Seeing this, it was okay that the people in the room who had already quietly followed Su Fei's room before, but other people who did not follow him suddenly became gossipy and asked, "Oh? What's the story here?"

This is what Wen Fu waited for.

With the atmosphere, he naturally told the series of events that had happened before. As he listened, the people in the venue couldn't help but look at the room where Su Fei was...

"No, right? This mysterious boy's theory is so bad?"

"I'm afraid it's really like this! Think about it, Brother Wen invited him to attend the seminar to give him a chance to prove it, but he didn't even dare to go downstairs to do a test, so he was so cowardly..."

"That's it! Mr. Wen is one of the three great talents in the Wenshe Society. He said that he could see the truth of this person at a glance, and I believe it!"

There was a lot of discussion between the audience, because Mr. Huang was right in front of him, and most of them pointed their finger at Su Fei. Wen Fu shook his head and sighed: "I'm not afraid of everyone's jokes. In fact, Wen is ready to be slapped in the face! If you meet a fellow Taoist, what's wrong with me slapping in the face? But who knew that this person was so afraid that he would not take a step at all..."

Speaking of this, Wenfu closed his eyes and sighed casually: "Oh, it's a pity that I have condensed a 'Wenhuan'. Tonight, I still won't meet the opponent!"

As the words fell, they were like thunder thunder, and the people in the audience suddenly changed their faces!

"Wenhuan? Is it one of the hundreds of literary exercises arranged in the 'Bookhouse', the literary movement transformed by the 'Supreme Qiankun Gong'?"

"...It is said that the Wenhuan condenses not only require the realm of cultivation, but also requires sufficient 'knowledge' reserves. Those who can build literary circles are all knowledgeable people. Unexpectedly, Mr. Wen is young and has already condensed into literary circles?"

Everyone looked at Wenfu in shock, and saw him shook his head repeatedly: "Where is the ability? It's just that, it's condensed into a circle of writing, which is far from it, and it's still far from it!"

It was far from what he said, but in fact he had already quietly hinted that the boy holding the pen should record it quickly!

Seeing this between the scene, there was a wave of commercial hypes, and all kinds of congratulations were sprinkled with money. Wen Fu claimed to be proud, but he was humble. Seeing that the heat was almost done, he gave a wink at a friend in the crowd, and the other party immediately responded: "Brother Wen! I heard that Wen Huan has a unique usage. As long as he used it, it would be like Huang Zhong Dalu, which would make people awake! I wonder if Brother Wen can demonstrate it to us?"

"this……"

Wen Fu looked embarrassed: "I have just condensed a lot of literary circles. If I don't control it well, how can I compare to Huang Zhong Dalu..."

"Brother Wen, don't be humble! Let's take a look!"

"That's right! I haven't seen Wen Huan yet! Brother Wen must not show it alone!"

The flower sedan chair was carried by people, and the venue was filled with harmony, and occasionally muttered quietly, which was also overwhelmed by the atmosphere in the venue.

"This... since everyone insists so much, then okay."

Wen Fu gritted his teeth and looked up at the room where Su Fei was, as if he had made a decision, and said, "However, I declare in advance that I am not trying to show off. I just want to use this to advise the crazy people in this world. Don't think that if you have some ability, you can be rampant here!"

As soon as these words were said, the atmosphere was guided again, and the echo was even higher. Wen Fu was proud. He stepped forward and suddenly a halo appeared under his feet, which was shattered again, rising slowly, condensed into a semicircle on his head!

Wenfu's momentum suddenly increased!

He was flirting with clothes, and he issued the fourth record order: "Remember it."

"Tonight, Wen will use Wen Huan's power to advise his friends, not seeking prestige, but seeking advice to succeed!"

The boy holding the pen nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with admiration, and he held the pen to be written.

However.
To be continued...