"This boy is in so much trouble!"
"It seems that the next round of assessment will have to wait for a while!"
At this moment, Emperor Yuan Ran saw all this, shook his head slightly, and said secretly in his heart.
At this moment, Emperor Yuan Ran had already made a decision in his heart.
"The assessment will be boring if that boy is missing!"
As he muttered to himself, Emperor Yuan Ran's eyes flashed with gleams of light.
"Buzzing..."
Immediately, Emperor Yuan Ran's figure flashed and disappeared.
But at this moment, deep in the Piaomiao Peak.
"Senior Ancient Books, the boss's soul is still growing!"
Huantian looked at the old man with ancient books, a hint of worry rising in his eyes.
"Isn't it a good thing that the soul is growing?"
"What are you worried about?"
The old man from the ancient book looked at Huantian with a flash of light in his eyes.
"Senior Ancient Books, you are not talking about ordinary people. In the water of the Forgotten River, the improvement can only be a few tens of feet, but the boss's soul has been raised by two hundred feet. This..."
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Huantian's brows knitted together, and he said with a worried look on his face.
You know, ordinary people can only rise a few dozen feet at most, but Mo Wentian's soul, tempered by the water of the Forgotten River, actually rose by two hundred feet.
Not only that, Mo Wentian's soul has not stopped growing and continues to improve.
How could this not make Huantian worried
"That's nothing to worry about!"
"More improvements are a good thing!"
"This kid's body has improved, his soul has grown a little, and his body can still bear it!"
The expression of the old man with ancient books was extremely serious.
Having said this, the old man from Ancient Books was also worried in his heart at this moment.
After all, even if that person millions of years ago refined his soul in the waters of the Forgotten River, his improvement was only a hundred feet, but now Mo Wentian's soul has been raised by a full two hundred feet.
Not only that, Mo Wentian's soul continued to improve. How could this not shock the old man of the ancient book
Originally, the old man in the ancient book was worried that Mo Wentian's soul would improve and his body would not be able to bear it.
However, he thought that Mo Wentian had also improved his body just now. In the perfect state of the Nine Dragons Holy Body, it would still be no problem to withstand a soul of 1,500 feet.
Thinking like this, the ancient man's frown relaxed slightly.
"Can your body still bear it?"
Hearing the words of the old man from the ancient book, Huantian's expression softened slightly.
After all, Huantian still believed in the old man with ancient books.
After following Mo Wentian for such a long time, the old man from the ancient book still treated Mo Wentian very well.
At least when Mo Wentian needed help, the old man from the ancient book would come forward, which made Huantian feel grateful to the old man from the ancient book.
"Buzzing..."
Mo Wentian's soul continued to improve.
"One thousand four hundred and ten feet, one thousand four hundred and twenty feet..."
The eyes of the old man with ancient books were filled with shock.
A quarter of an hour passed again.
"Fifteen hundred feet!"
"This kid's soul has finally stopped growing!"
The voice of the old man in ancient books sounded with joy, and a bright light shone in the eyes of the old man in ancient books.
"Fifteen hundred feet?"
"The boss's soul has actually been raised to 1,500 feet?"
Hearing the words of the old man with ancient books, Huantian was stunned for a moment. When he came back to his senses, Huantian's face was filled with joy.
"Huhuhu..."
In the water of the Forgotten River, a figure opened its eyes.
With a breath of turbid air from his mouth, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared into the water of the Forgotten River.
When Mo Wentian's figure appeared again, it had already appeared in the void.
At this moment, Mo Wentian's aura was extremely vast.
The 1,500-foot-long phantom of the soul appeared behind Mo Wentian.
"Fifteen hundred feet, what a powerful divine soul pressure!"
Huantian looked at Mo Wentian in the void, his eyes full of admiration.
In Huantian's heart, Mo Wentian's image was already extremely tall. At this moment, looking at Mo Wentian's soul, it actually rose to a terrifying 1,500 feet.
This made Huantian admire Mo Wentian even more.
"The pressure of the divine soul is really strong!"
The old man with ancient books also had a look of surprise in his eyes.
"Senior Ancient Books, my soul has really improved!"
"The soul that was one thousand two hundred feet has been raised to one thousand five hundred feet!"
Mo Wentian felt the change in his soul, and a bright light rose in his eyes.
"Boy, your soul has been tempered very successfully!"
The figure of the old man from the ancient book flashed and appeared in front of Mo Wentian. He reached out and patted Mo Wentian on the shoulder, saying with approval on his face.
"Has my spirit been successfully tempered?"
"Senior Ancient Books, my soul has reached 1,500 feet. What level is comparable to a 1,500-foot soul?"
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Mo Wentian looked at the old man with ancient books, doubts rose in his eyes, and he asked quickly.
"What level is comparable to a soul that is 1,500 feet tall?"
"Boy, in the realm of the Emperor of Heaven, even the soul cannot exceed one thousand five hundred feet!"
"Even the Empress of the Charming Fox Clan will not be your opponent at this moment!"
The expression of the old man with ancient books was extremely serious.
"The Empress of the Charming Fox Tribe is no match for me?"
"It seems that my spirit has improved a lot!"
As he muttered to himself, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with gleams of light.
"Your boy's strength is quite good!"
"Both your body and soul have been tempered and improved, and your strength has improved a lot!"
"If nothing else happens, if you want to win the top ten in this competition for the honorary list, there will be no problem!"
The old man from the ancient book looked at Mo Wentian with recognition in his eyes.
"Senior Ancient Books, are you telling the truth?"
"With my current strength, I can get into the top ten on the honorable list. Is there no problem?"
Hearing the words of the old man from the ancient book, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly shone with an extremely bright light, and he asked quickly.
"Boy, only by enduring hardship can you become a master!"
"You deserve to win the top ten on the honor list!"
A ray of light flashed across the eyes of the ancient old man.
"My soul and body can be improved, and I have to thank Senior Ancient Books for your help!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian seemed to have thought of something. He looked at the old man with ancient books, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he said sincerely.
"You don't have to thank me, kid. Winning the top ten on the list is the best way to express your gratitude!"
The expression of the old man with ancient books instantly became serious.
"Senior Ancient Books, don't worry, I will definitely win the top ten on the list!"
A sonorous and powerful voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were full of determination.
"Boy, it's getting late!"
"The arena battle must be almost over. Your soul and body have been tempered successfully. You don't need this Wangchuan River anymore!"
Suddenly, thinking of the arena battle of the Honor List Competition, a complex look appeared in the eyes of the old man from Ancient Books.
As soon as he mentioned the Forgotten River, the old man with the ancient book waved his hand, and the endless Forgotten River disappeared before his eyes.
"This...this long river of forgetfulness..."
Watching the Forgotten River disappear, Huantian's eyes rose with a hint of surprise.
"With great respect, this long river of forgetfulness..."
Seeing the shocked look on Huantian's face, Mo Wentian looked at the old man with ancient books and couldn't help but ask.
"This Wangchuan River is like your boy's Wentian Pavilion!"
"I conquered this river of forgetfulness a million years ago!"
"You must remember not to tell anyone about Wangchuan Changhe. Of course, it doesn't matter to Little Jiao Tianhu and You'er!"
The expression of the old man with ancient books was extremely serious.
This Wangchuan River is the secret of the Ancient Book Old Man. Even the Shenzhu Old Man does not know that the Ancient Book Old Man has the Wangchuan River.
The old man from the ancient book was willing to inform Mo Wentian of this matter, and also brought out the Forgotten River for Mo Wentian to temper.
This can only show how high Mo Wentian's status is in the heart of the old man.