The fat man dared not face the young girl in the air. He just lowered his head and stood aside. At this time, Zhan Tian, the current patriarch of the Zhan clan, announced seriously, "I announce that Zhan Pang becomes the next patriarch and is ready to enter the soul suppression of the violent altar."
"Why! He became the next patriarch again. The last time he had given up the next patriarch, his previous actions were simply a shame to the war clan. How could such a person be worthy of being the next patriarch?"
Some young people in the War Clan who are similar to those of fat people have envy and jealousy on their faces, and many people are excited, "The Fat Master Zhan is extremely talented and has now reached the third-level Ancient Flame War King, and I believe that he will soon surpass that year."
Hearing Zhan Tian say he was about to enter the violent altar to suppress his soul, the fat man trembled all over and his face was a little pale. He seemed to remember something terrible and did not want to recall. When the young girl in the air saw this scene, she gently bit her lips.
After hearing the announcement of the result, the people of the War Clan were talking. The fat man said nothing. He walked forward quietly and walked out of the square. At this time, his face was a little pale. The young girl wanted to talk to the fat man, but she didn't know how to speak.
In the end, the young girl just watched the fat man silently walk out of the square. When the others saw the fat man leaving, they did not stop him and disperse one after another. The fat man felt as if he had lost his soul. He walked towards the room where Wang Huan and Dazhuang lived.
Half an hour later, the fat man came to the house where Wang Huan and Dazhuang lived and knocked on the door. Wang Huan opened the door and saw the fat man's pale face. He was also slightly stunned. Knowing that Wang Huan was in the fat man's past, he seemed to understand what the fat man had recalled.
After all, Wang Huan also had people who passed by like that. When he saw the fat man's appearance, Wang Huan suddenly said, "Fat man, where can I drink some wine here? At Niu Da and Niu Er's wedding, we left in a hurry, and I didn't have time to drink a few drinks."
When the fat man saw Wang Huan say this, he raised his head and stared at Wang Huan. After a while, the fat man suddenly smiled, "Wang Huan, it seems that you think the same as I think. I also want to have a few drinks, but I didn't have time. But here, I know a place."
The smile on the fat man's face was a little bitter. Wang Huan saw it but did not point it out. As he said that, the fat man was not negligent. He took Wang Huan, Dazhuang, and the three of them out of the battle city. Many people on the way congratulated the fat man, but the fat man just nodded silently.
There was no expression of joy on his face. When he walked out of the gate of the battle city, the two old men with white haired heads that Wang Huan and the others had seen before suddenly said to the fat man, "Little fat man, life is like this. Some things, if it passes, let it pass."
"Thank you two olds, the little fat man will try his best to let it pass." The fat man said calmly, with a flash of sadness in his eyes. Seeing that the fat man walked to the distance, the two white-haired old men finally shook their heads helplessly, sighed, and stopped talking.
Soon Wang Huan and the other two came to a restaurant. The fat man looked at the restaurant, as if he remembered something, and then said, "Wang Huan, do you know? This restaurant has the best wine on Cangling Continent, and even the Hei Mo Restaurant is not as good as the one."
"Oh? That's true? Then I have to taste it." Wang Huan laughed and walked into the restaurant with the fat man. The restaurant looked ordinary, but the aroma of the wine was indeed very strong. The waiter of the second-level Gu Yan and King of the restaurant seemed to be very familiar with the fat man.
"Master Zhan Fat, I haven't visited our restaurant for many years. I thought you had forgotten the wine here. I kept the location for you. It's still an old place. Go up to the second floor and serve the good wine here." The waiter said enthusiastically.
Wang Huan could no longer feel shocked, or he was shocked to the point of not feeling. A waiter was actually the second-level ancient flame war king. Wang Huan could not use any words to describe it. He and the fat man walked towards the second floor in diameter, but unexpectedly...
"Why, why is that guy Zhan Pang, why is he elected as the next patriarch? Five years ago, his Gu Yan talent was indeed strong, but now he is just a mere third-level Gu Yan War King, why are the three elders and patriarchs so partial! "
"Zhan Hao, don't complain. Although he only has the third-level Ancient Flame War King now, have you ever remembered that five years ago, he was the strength of the eighth-level Ancient Flame War King. After self-exploding the ancient flame energy, he could improve his strength to the third-level Ancient Flame War King in a short period of five years. Can ordinary people improve so quickly? The blood in his body is the most pure bloodline of the War clan. Since the clan leader and the three elders decided so much, they must have their reasons. As long as the war clan is strong, who will be the clan leader, so what?"
"I just don't want to give up. That guy Zhan Pang actually gave up his identity as the next patriarch. This is a great honor. He gave up easily. This is a great shame for our entire war clan. Even if we are strong, can we..."
Before the upstairs finished speaking angrily, Fatty, Wang Huan, Dazhuang, and the three of them had already walked to the second floor. When the drunk members of the War Clan saw the fat man coming up, they subconsciously shut their mouths, but one of them looked at the fat man with anger.
The fat man didn't care about those discussions. He ignored the people in front of him and sat down at a table leaning against the window. In less than a while, the waiter I had met before had already walked to the second floor with wine.
After the waiter saw the fat man sitting near the window, he smiled slightly and blurted out, "Master Zhan Fatty, you still remember this position. This position is where the Fatty Master Zhan has been sitting, and the opposite of the Fatty Master Zhan is often..."
Before the waiter finished speaking, he seemed to remember something, and hurriedly closed his mouth and stopped talking. The fat man's eyes were a little confused, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, the fat man came to his senses, picked up the wine bowl, and poured a bowl.
The fat man said nothing, raised the wine bowl and drank it all in one go, with a look of aftertaste on his face, and smiled, "The wine here is still as fragrant as before. Wang Huan, why are you standing there? Drink a bowl, and you will love this wine."
"Drinking alcohol is about the mood. Fatty. Some things, since they have happened, no matter how much you blame yourself, they cannot be saved. As the senior said before, the past will be the past." Wang Huan finished his words and drank them all.
The fat man looked up and stared at Wang Huan and Dazhuang. He was silent for a while, then he picked up a bowl of wine and drank it all. When he finished drinking the bowl of wine, the fat man's eyes slowly turned red. At this time, Wang Huan and Dazhuang said nothing and did not persuade him.
After drinking ten bowls of wine, his tears blurred his eyes. Through his blurry eyes, Wang Huan and Dazhuang, who were sitting beside him, seemed to be his two friends five years ago, with tears falling down. At this time, the fat man found that what he was looking at was becoming clearer and clearer. The person in front of him was not his two friends. Wang Huan said calmly, "Fatty, if it weren't for what happened five years ago, you, I, Dazhuang, might not have the chance to sit here and drink."
"If I hadn't listened to my father's words five years ago, I wouldn't have happened like this if I was the next patriarch and entered the violent altar! I wouldn't like the next patriarch!" The fat man's tone was a little gloomy, and he punched the table and shouted angrily.
As soon as these words were said, the four members of the War Clan next to him looked a little gloomy and glared at the fat man. One of them stood up and rebuked, "Zhanpang, you'd better be careful when you speak! Don't say anything rare or not! The clan leader and the three elders will make you the next clan leader, but you can only look down on you. Now you are just the third-level ancient flame war king. Why can you become the next clan leader? Even if you are really capable, you are not qualified to be! You are the shame of the war clan!"
For these four members of the War Clan, it is a kind of honor to be the leader of the War Clan. Even if they die, they will protect this honor, but the fat man in front of them is not rare, which completely angered the four War Clan men.
"Five years ago, as the eighth-level ancient flame war king, I might not dare to provoke you, but now you are just the third-level ancient flame war king. Even if you have been confirmed as the next patriarch of the war clan, I will teach you a lesson! To be honest, I am not afraid to tell you that five years ago, Zhan Ming and the Battle Li, if it weren't for your friend, as the third-level ancient flame war king, they would have been unable to stay in the battle city! Since they want to be your soul suppressors, they must be prepared for death."
This man from the War Clan wanted to persuade the fat man to let go. After all, not everyone could be chosen as the next patriarch and wanted the fat man to cherish it, but unexpectedly, when the words came out of his mouth, they changed their taste, and no matter how they heard it, they felt a sarcastic smell.
When the fat man heard this, he suddenly raised his head and his eyes were red. From the words of the war clan member, the fat man felt that he meant that Zhan Ming and the fighting power were dead. The fat man roared, his body swelled wildly, and his face was completely ferocious.
No matter what others say, he can do it, but this member of the War Clan suddenly stabbed the fat man in the pain deep in his heart. The fat man was furious. When the four members of the War Clan saw this scene, they were also shocked. Unexpectedly, the fat man directly started to turn into a crazy state.
This is not the madness state that the fat man has started, but the war clan people. When they are completely angry, they will automatically start the madness state. The fat man's body continues to surge and he shouted wildly, "Die, you must all die! I want to kill you all!"
The War Clan is a warlike race. In the War Clan Mountain, members of the War Clan often fight. However, the War Clan has an important rule. No matter what happens, the War Clan people cannot start a crazy state in the War Clan Mountain. Otherwise, no matter what the crazy person has in the War Clan, they will be killed without mercy, even the next patriarch is no exception!
When the four members of the War Clan saw that the fat man had turned into a crazy state, they shouted angrily and released a huge amount of ancient flame energy. Seeing this scene, Wang Huan and Da Zhuang did not neglect at all, and appeared on the fat man's side at the same time.
The four members of the war clan in front of him were all level 5 Ancient Flame War Kings. If the fat man fought with them, he would definitely suffer a loss, not to mention that the four people in front of him released a strong murderous intent.
Seeing Wang Huan and Dazhuang standing beside the fat man, the four members of the War Clan were slightly stunned. One of them kindly reminded, "You'd better get out of the way. He has already started to be crazy. If you don't escape, you will be killed by him. Even as his friends, you will kill you without hesitation. Five years ago, he has killed two of them, and now he will not care about killing two so-called friends."
"Enough!" Just as the four members of the War Clan said this, a roar came, and a young woman appeared in front of the four members of the War Clan, her eyes slightly red, and she stared at the fat man who had turned wild.