Chapter 2175 Too Poor Talent

"Brother Wentian, not only is there no one to form a team with you, but also no one from Yu'er and the disciples of the Holy Heaven Realm to form a team with them?"

And at this moment, Tianhu seemed to have discovered something, looked at Mo Wentian, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"They are masters and are often lonely. They have no one to form a team, and no one forms a team with me. The reason is not the same!"

Mo Wentian looked at Tianhu, grinned slightly at the corner of his mouth, and said with an arc.

"Brother Wentian, what does this one have to do with it!"

"There's always someone on your team!"

Hearing what Mo Wentian said, Tianhu instantly understood what it meant.

Walking towards Mo Wentian's side, stretched out his arm like a lotus root, and put it on Mo Wentian's arm, and said with a smile on his face.

"Tianhu, I'm fine, even if I'm alone in a group, it doesn't matter!"

"It's not easy to kill monsters!"

Mo Wentian saw Tianhu's thoughts, and said confidently.

With that appearance, it seems that he is very confident in staying in this assessment.

"Brother Wentian..."

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Tianhu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"You boy, no one really chooses you!"

But at this moment, the voice of the old man in the ancient book who was watching the show came.

"Senior Ancient Books, someone will choose me!"

Mo Wentian narrowed his eyes slightly, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and said in a low voice.

"Boy, have you noticed long ago that Miss Yu'er and the disciples of the Holy Heaven Realm have no choice, so you are so confident?"

The old man in the ancient book seemed to see what Mo Wentian was thinking, the corner of his mouth grinned slightly, and he said in a curved voice.

"Fearless?"

"Senior Ancient Books, you still understand me!"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian didn't hide anything.

After all, the time spent with the old man of ancient books is not short, and Mo Wentian has long regarded the old man of ancient books as his relatives.

He has nothing to hide from the old man of ancient books.

He really thought so in his heart, this Yu'er and that disciple from the Holy Heaven Realm are not weak in strength, and it's not bad to be in a group with these two.

"Your kid's little thoughts can't escape my eyes!"

Seeing Mo Wentian admit it, a gleam flashed in the eyes of the old man in the ancient book, and he said with a smile.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly.

On the arena, apart from the four figures standing separately, they all formed a group.

Neatly forty-nine groups, these forty-nine groups are a group of four people.

Obviously, they have formed their own team.

As for the remaining four, there really was Mo Wentian.

Not only that, but also Yu'er and that disciple from the Holy Heaven Realm, besides that, there was a chubby figure, the shadow area of ​​this figure was twice the size of Mo Wentian's body.

From a distance, if this person could still see a little outline, he really thought it was a ball.

"They have already formed a team, I think we will form a team?"

The round plate walked towards Mo Wentian first.

Looking at Mo Wentian, the corner of the man's mouth grinned slightly and raised a curve.

"Form a team with me?"

Looking at the fat man in front of him, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly brightened.

This fat man actually offered to form a team with him?

"That's right, shall we form a team?"

"Although I'm a bit fatter, my strength is still pretty good!"

"What's more, your cultivation is only in the early stage of Tianzun, and I don't despise you!"

Seeing Mo Wentian's shocked face, the fat man wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead with his hand, and said with a curved mouth.

With that appearance, people couldn't bear to refuse.

"You look like you despise me?"

"You've already said that, if I don't agree to form a team with you, it's all my fault?"

Mo Wentian also felt that the fat man in front of him was very interesting, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he said with a smile on his face.

"That is!"

"Then you promise to form a team with me?"

Fatty also seemed to have a good impression of Mo Wentian, and asked in a deep voice.

"If I don't promise to form a team with you, it seems that I have no other choice!"

Mo Wentian stretched out his hand and patted the fat man's shoulder, the raised curve of the corner of his mouth became more and more intense.

"Boss, do you really want to form a team with this fat man?"

"This assessment depends on the strength of the team!"

Seeing that Mo Wentian agreed, Xiaojiao couldn't help feeling worried when he thought of Emperor Yuan Ran's words.

Looking at Mo Wentian, he couldn't help saying.

"It depends on the strength of the team?"

"Don't worry, this fat man's strength is actually pretty good!"

"What's more, aren't there disciples from the Holy Heaven Realm and Yu'er?"

Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao, and a complex glint flashed in his eyes.

"Boss..."

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"There is still someone willing to team up with this kid?"

And at this moment, Yu'er saw Fatty and Mo Wentian form a team, and she had no other choice, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes.

"Miss Yu'er, it seems we have no other choice!"

"A group of four, we can only be in a group with two of them!"

And at this moment, the disciples of the Holy Heaven Realm approached Yu'er, saying very politely.

"Can you only be in a group with them?"

"How about being in a group with them?"

"Their strength is not something you can underestimate!"

"Our group must be able to stay!"

Yu'er seemed a little dissatisfied with the words of this disciple of the Holy Heaven Realm, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and she said coldly.

After finishing speaking, Yu'er walked towards Mo Wentian without any hesitation.

"Miss Yu'er!"

Seeing Yu'er walking towards Mo Wentian, the disciples of the Holy Heaven Realm hurriedly followed.

It's just that the disciples of the Holy Heaven Realm looked at Yu'er's eyes with a bit of admiration.

"It seems that these two people are about to spark each other again!"

Seeing this scene, Huantian's figure flashed and landed on Mo Wentian's shoulder, stretched out his furry paws, scratched his head, and said in a deep voice.

"The two sparked?"

"Miss Yu'er's vision is not so bad!"

"This disciple of the Holy Heaven Realm is not worthy of her!"

Hearing 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, the talent is too bad!"

"Miss Yu'er's cultivation is still in the realm of Tianzun Consummation, but her talent is definitely very strong!"

An icy voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes lit up with an incomparably cold light.

"I see!"

Hearing this, a hint of enlightenment rose in Huantian's eyes.

"Boy, since they have already formed a team, and there are only you two left, I can only choose to be in a team with you!"

Yu'er looked at Mo Wentian, a gleam flashed in her eyes, and said proudly.

"You can only choose to be with us?"

"Miss Yu'er, from the meaning of your words, it seems that you are in the same group as us, and you are still very wronged. I can't see others being wronged the most. I think we should forget it!"

"Fatty and I formed a team, which is actually quite good!"

Looking at Yu'er's arrogant face, Mo Wentian couldn't help feeling angry.

But the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth curled up.

That appearance, if people don't know, they will think that the two are friends.

What he Mo Wentian dislikes the most is when others are arrogant in front of him. This Yu'er is indeed capable, but he will not give Yu'er any face if he talks to him so arrogantly.