"Eat your old wood!"
Zhao Fan retorted angrily and said, "If you want to eat, you can enjoy it by yourselves. If I say no, there won't be any! Don't wait for me to stand up, otherwise, no one here today will have a good time!"
"just you?"
"You still want to stand up!"
"Haha, just a mediocre person at the bottom!"
The time and space tribes gathered outside were sarcastic.
"We all have ordinary surnames, who is more noble than others?" Zhao Fan continued, unwilling to be outdone: "If it were someone with a local surname, would you dare to do this? Now get out of here. If you continue to accuse me unjustly, I will kill you." All the scandalous things you have done will be revealed!"
Although he said it casually, who outside can guarantee that he has never done anything outside the rules and is absolutely clean?
The faces of the time and space tribes changed, and they began to disperse silently.
"It's finally quiet."
Zhao Fan breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "It is estimated that from today on, there will be different voices regarding the matter of Yi Que San, and it will gradually be settled."
Once a thorny problem is solved, the identity can continue to be used.
The Altar of Time and Space is just below the Time and Space City.
The whole is composed of a powerful existence of the fifth-level space-time clan, and a space-time array is arranged to cover it.
Therefore, it is impossible to sneak in.
The only way is to apply for official jobs related to the Altar of Time and Space, and get in as a matter of course.
The low-level space-time clan like Yique San has no choice but to work hard.
The next day.
Taking advantage of the darkness, Zhao Fan used Air Escape and left his residence as quickly as possible, heading to the Temple of Time and Space in the core area!
I picked a remote corner and waited until dawn.
Zhao Fan came to the door of the main hall and glanced at the notice board on the wall based on Xiaoran's information.
There are thirty-seven places left to recruit long-term porters at the Altar of Time and Space.
Only slaves of time and space monks with the surname of Ping, or the surname of heaven or earth.
Zhao Fan touched his chin, then came to the guard beside the palace door and said, "I want to enter the Altar of Time and Space to do the transportation work."
"Um."
The guard nodded and didn't ask any more questions, because there were dozens of time and space clans with the same surname in front of him, so he asked Zhao Fan to show the time and space order to register.
The guard held the time and space order and touched the magic circle on the ground, revealing his identity as Que San.
"Is there three missing?"
The guards looked at Zhao Fan with wonderful expressions. Isn't that the garbage that has become famous in Space-Time City recently?
Zhao Fan gritted his teeth and said, "I was wronged and I really can't stay any longer. My home has been completely destroyed, so I want to go to the Altar of Time and Space to hide for a while."
"Wrongfully accused?"
Another guard said thoughtfully: "When I was having dinner outside last night, I did hear someone discussing your strange matter. Forget it, this has nothing to do with us. There is a shortage of people to transport the time and space altar. Just enter the temple. At the second door on the left, an adult will take you down."
"Thank you."
Zhao Fan was extremely grateful.
When he walked towards the palace gate, he was kicked by a guard, and he stumbled and crawled into it, causing a roar of laughter.
For Zhao Fan, since he has assumed the identity of Quesan, he cannot do anything extraordinary before he gets the chance to absorb the time and space sand.
Bear it!
He came to the second door and knocked.
The door opens on its own.
In Zhao Fan's sight, a figure wearing noble robes appeared, and the aura that the other person naturally exuded shocked him. The intensity was equivalent to the fourth level of the Seven Seal Realm!
"grown ups……"
Zhao Fan pretended to look pale and said.
"This is a work card. There is space in it for ten units of space-time sand." The figure didn't even raise his head as he threw a crystal card with a number on it. "There are patterns on the wall, which are from the time-space altar." At the entrance, someone will teach you how to carry it when you go down."
