The Three Realms of Super Students

Wang Yuanping glanced at Mu Bingyun, whose expression became extremely tense, and his expression could not help but change slightly.

"I don't care who you are, but it happened the day before yesterday, so far it can be regarded as a test."

"I have never hurt your apprentice's life from start to finish, neither do you want to do anything absolutely!"

Speaking of this, Wang Yuanping had a slight tone of voice, and then continued again, Tao.

"Also, I might as well tell you that I am the Emperor of the Royal Family, and Grandpa is the current patriarch of the Royal Family, Wang Zhenyuan!"

When Wang Yuanping said these words, he suddenly felt his old face hot.

If only Wang Yuanping was to be alone, then according to his temper tantrum, it goes without saying that he must be hard to the end with this group of holy fists.

In any case, this kind of habitual self-reporting home with children, and even his grandfather Wang Zhenyuan, will not be made together.

But at this moment, Mu Bingyun, who is deeply admired in his heart, is also in danger. He no longer cares about his integrity, and chooses to move the background of the imperial capital. The Wang family hopes that the holy fists Able to cast the mouse.

"Oh?"

"You say you are, Wang Zhenyuan's grandson ?!"

At this moment, one of the five silver-haired old men who sat firmly on the high platform suddenly spoke at this time, and the other four also brushed their eyes on Wang Yuanping's body at the same time. A touch of seriousness.

In this regard, Wang Yuanping did not have any meaning of denial, nodded very generously, admitted, said: "Yes!"

After hearing this, Sinavar Durin was still a little stunned, and his face was unavoidable.

He never thought that the young man in front of him still had such a level of identity. The background was that he was the capital of the emperor. The head of the Wang family and the grandson of Wang Zhenyuan?

There is no doubt that Wang Zhenyuan has now reached the magical realm. Xiaocheng's Zhenyuan Xiuwei is far from his own inner realm. There is a horrible existence where the strength of His Holiness can compete with it!

At the same time, the five elders on the high platform also looked at each other, I looked at you, and exchanged glances.

Then, the old silver-haired old man who spoke first turned slowly again, and his eyes returned to the usual indifference again.

"The current patriarch of the Emperor. Wang family, although Wang Zhenyuan is strong, but you want to use him to suppress my holy fist door ?!"

When the silver-haired old man said these words, his voice was as plain as water. It was not because Wang Yuanping moved his grandfather ‘Wang Zhenyuan’ out of his heart.

"Young man, since you are the grandson of Wang Zhenyuan, then our holy fist door will not be too difficult for you."

"Since you stepped into Siam, you have injured more than a dozen disciples in my holy fist gate, so stay here first."

"At that time, when Wang Zhenyuan comes to visit in person, our holy fist gate will naturally let you four leave."

The silver-haired old man's voice had just fallen, and Wang Yuanping's complexion couldn't help looking extremely difficult.

He never thought that he had already moved Grandpa ‘Wang Zhenyuan’, and the attitude shown by the other party was still so domineering and tough .....