Top of Qinglian

Seven days passed quickly.

Wang Changsheng seemed to be aware of it. He took out a pale golden magic plate and entered a magic formula. Wang Moshan's voice sounded: "Old Ancestor, the little competition is over, and the list is out."

"understood."

Wang Changsheng got up and walked out.

Wang Ruyan was sitting in the stone pavilion, Wang Ruyi and Wang Rumeng were standing aside, and Wang Moshan was reporting the situation to Wang Ruyan.

"Ancestor, this is Xiao Biqian.

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