"Brother Wentian, not only is there no one to team up with you, but there is no one to team up with Yu'er and the disciples from Shengtian Realm?"
At this moment, Tianhu seemed to have discovered something. He looked at Mo Wentian with a flash of light in his eyes and said in a deep voice.
"They are masters and are often lonely. They have no one to form a team. The reason why they have no one to form a team with me is not the same!"
Mo Wentian looked at Tianhu, grinned slightly, and said with a hint of curvature.
"Brother Wentian, what does this have to do with anything!"
“There’s always someone to team up with you!”
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Tianhu instantly understood what they meant.
He walked towards Mo Wentian, stretched out his arm like a lotus root, took Mo Wentian's arm, and said with a smile on his face.
"Tianhu, I'm fine, it doesn't matter even if I'm in a group alone!"
"It's not easy to kill monsters!"
Mo Wentian saw Tianhu's thoughts and said with confidence.
He looked very confident about staying in this assessment.
"Brother Wentian..."
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Tianhu opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"You kid, no one really chose you!"
At this moment, the voice of the old man from the ancient book came out.
"Senior Ancient Books, someone will choose me!"
Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed slightly, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he lowered his voice.
"Boy, have you noticed a long time ago that no one has a choice between Miss Yu'er and the disciples of the Holy Heaven Realm? That's why you are so confident?"
The old man from the ancient book seemed to have seen Mo Wentian's thoughts, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly and he said in a curve.
"Feeling confident?"
"Senior Ancient Books, you still understand me!"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian didn't hide anything at all.
After all, the time spent with the old man of ancient books has not been short, and Mo Wentian has long regarded the old man of ancient books as his relative.
He has nothing to hide from the old man with ancient books.
This is what he really thought in his heart. Yu'er and the disciple from the Holy Heaven Realm are both very strong. If they form a team with these two people, they will naturally be good.
"Your kid's thoughts can't escape my eyes!"
Seeing Mo Wentian admitting, a gleam flashed in the eyes of the old man with ancient books, and he laughed and cursed.
A quarter of an hour passed quickly.
On the ring, except for four figures standing separately, they all formed a group.
There are forty-nine neat groups. These forty-nine groups are all a group of four people.
Apparently, they had formed their own team.
As for the remaining four people, there really is Mo Wentian.
Not only that, there were Yu'er and the disciple from the Holy Heaven Realm. In addition, there was a round figure. The shadow area of this figure was twice as big as Mo Wentian's body.
Looking from a distance, if this person hadn't been able to see a little outline, he would have thought it was a ball.
"They have all formed a team. I think we will form a team, right?"
The round plate walked towards Mo Wentian first.
Looking at Mo Wentian, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Party with me?"
Looking at the fat man in front of him, Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with surprise.
This fat man actually wanted to form a team with him
"That's right, let's form a team, right?"
"Although I'm a little fatter and a bit fatter, my strength is still pretty good!"
"What's more, your cultivation is only at the early stage of Tianzun, and I don't dislike you!"
Seeing the shocked look on Mo Wentian's face, the fat man stretched out his hand to wipe the beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, and said with a smile at the corner of his mouth.
That look made it hard for anyone to refuse.
"Do you seem to dislike me?"
"You've already said so. If I don't agree to form a team with you, is it all my fault?"
Mo Wentian also felt that the fat man in front of him was very interesting. A glint flashed in his eyes and he said with a smile on his face.
"That is!"
"Then will you agree to form a team with me?"
The fat man seemed to have a good impression of Mo Wentian and asked in a deep voice.
"If I don't agree to form a team with you, there seems to be no other choice!"
Mo Wentian reached out and patted the fat man on the shoulder, and the curve of the corner of his mouth became more intense.
"Boss, do you really want to form a team with this fat guy?"
"This assessment depends on the strength of the team!"
Seeing Mo Wentian agree, Xiaojiao couldn't help but feel worried when he thought of Emperor Yuan Ran's words.
Looking at Mo Wentian, he couldn't help but said.
"It depends on the strength of the team?"
"Don't worry, this fat guy's strength is actually quite good!"
"What's more, aren't there disciples from the Holy Heaven Realm and Yu'er?"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao, a complicated look flashed in his eyes.
"Boss..."
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"Is there anyone actually willing to team up with this kid?"
At this moment, Yu'er looked at Fatty and Mo Wentian forming a team, and she had no other choice. A flicker of light flashed across her eyes.
"Miss Yu'er, it seems we have no other choice!"
"In groups of four, we can only work in groups of two with them!"
At this moment, the disciples from the Holy Heaven Realm approached Yu'er and said politely.
"Can we only be a group with them?"
"What about being in a group with them?"
"Their strength is not something you can underestimate!"
"Our group can definitely stay!"
Yu'er seemed a little dissatisfied with the words of this disciple of the Holy Heaven Realm, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said in a cold voice.
After saying that, Yu'er walked towards Mo Wentian without any hesitation.
"Miss Yu'er!"
Seeing Yu'er walking towards Mo Wentian, the disciples from the Holy Heaven Realm quickly followed.
But the disciples of the Holy Heaven Realm looked at Yu'er with a bit of admiration in their eyes.
"It seems that sparks are about to fly between these two people again!"
Seeing this scene, Huantian's figure flashed, landed on Mo Wentian's shoulder, stretched out his furry paws, scratched his head, and said in a deep voice.
"There are sparks between these two people?"
"This girl Yu'er's taste is not that bad!"
"This disciple of the Holy Heaven Realm is not worthy of her!"
Listening to Huantian's words, a cold light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, and he lowered his voice.
"Boss, why?"
Huantian was confused, looked at Mo Wentian, and asked almost subconsciously.
"This disciple of the Holy Heaven Realm has such poor talent!"
"Although Miss Yu'er's cultivation is still at the level of Tianzun Perfection, her talent is definitely very strong!"
A cold voice sounded, and an extremely cold gleam rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"I see!"
Hearing this, a flash of enlightenment appeared in Huantian's eyes.
"Boy, since they have formed a team and you two are the only ones left, I can only choose to team up with you!"
Yu'er looked at Mo Wentian, a flash of light flashed in her eyes, and she said proudly.
"You can only choose to be a group with us?"
"Miss Yu'er, what you mean by this is that you seem to be in the same group as us and you feel aggrieved. I don't like others being wronged the most, so I think we should just forget it!"
"Me and Fatty form a team, which is actually quite good!"
Seeing Yu'er's arrogant look, Mo Wentian couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in his heart.
But the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth curled up.
With that look, if someone didn't know better, they would think the two were good friends.
What Mo Wentian dislikes the most is others being arrogant in front of him. This Yu'er is indeed powerful, but he won't give Yu'er face by talking to him so arrogantly.