The strongest card supplier of the god-level system in the apocalypse

Chapter 1557 blunt provocation
"Humph!"

"The archbishop in red in Nangong is still as sharp-tongued as ever!"

"However, according to our agreement, he must pass the faith assessment and reach a certain level before he can be absorbed into the Temple of the Alliance of Light!"

"If you haven't passed the faith assessment, or if the level is too low, this bishop will not let this face down!"

Duanmu Ding raised his head proudly, and the gloomy expression on his face became more and more serious.

If he could, he would have chosen to stay away from here long ago!
"This is natural..."

"But Lord Duanmu, please wait and see..."

"Hall Master Fang Fan...will not let you down."

Nangong Lei narrowed his eyes, and his face became more and more confident.

……

"Arrogance! Country bumpkin! I don't know where the bumpkin came from, but he is talking nonsense here! It's a shame to take the test with such a person at the same time!"

Standing in front of the Faith Pool, Hao Zhan, the third son of the Pavilion Master of Haotian Pavilion, shouted angrily!
Just such a country bumpkin who doesn't know anything can be jointly recommended by Lord Duanmu and Lord Nangong!And he, the dignified son of the Haotian Pavilion master, a person with a divine nature, was treated with sneering words. This kind of anger gradually fermented in his heart, and it has already flourished!
Haoyun, the No.30 seventh son of Haotian Pavilion, shrugged his shoulders and said nothing... He had a deep understanding of Fang Fan. After all, he had suffered in Fang Fan's hands and was captured for a while .

After experiencing those few blows, he seemed to have matured a lot suddenly. He no longer had any hatred for Fang Fan, but only fear and admiration...

It's not normal for a lush young man to have some heroic complexes and idols!

"I don't want to go back to the Haotian Pavilion. The pavilion master's father has too many sons... Hehe... There is no point in staying any longer, maybe he will be slaughtered at any time..."

"If you can stay in the Temple of the Alliance of Light, even the lowest-level priests, that would be great..."

Hao Yun clenched his fists secretly, glanced at Fang Fan's position involuntarily, and then secretly cheered himself up.

His hands gradually clenched into fists, and his eyes gradually became sharp and excited...

This is what he fought for!
……

Fang Fan looked at Guo An, the fourth-rank archbishop of the temple in front of him. This guy was trembling all the time, just avoiding answering his questions...

"Master Fang Fan, you'd better enter the pool of faith and feel it. It's impossible for you to really stay for more than ten hours..."

"Even if the Pope came personally... it would be very difficult to do..."

Guo An sighed with emotion, and his complexion became complicated.

Confidence is a good thing, but too much self-confidence... um... it seems a bit stubborn.

"Something beyond your own power!"

"Just by you, do you want to stay for ten hours?"

"In terms of belief in the great gods of light, you are not worthy to lift Ben Shao's shoes!"

"If I were you, I might as well slam my head against this pillar to save myself from embarrassing myself later!"

Just as Fang Fan was thinking, there was an unbridled roar, and Fang Fan turned his head subconsciously, only to see a young man in a blue-red robe standing there, looking extremely proud.

This young man, Fang Fan, has met once before. It was the guy who was so narcissistic when he walked over just now...

Fang Fan glanced at Hao Yun beside him again, and secretly smiled...

These few should be people from Haotian Pavilion.

(End of this chapter)