The most conspicuous person in this team should be a kind-hearted old man standing at the front of the team.

The old man's breath was faint, but Zhuo Wen and Ziwei Xingjun felt a threatening sense of oppression on the old man.

Standing on both sides of the old man was a young girl who looked not very old, and the other was a young man with an indifferent expression.

The appearance of the aliens in this team is almost exactly the same as that of the human race, the only difference is that their eyes are blue, which reminds Zhuowen of the eyes of wolves.

The alien race of this team should be a race related to wolves.

It should be the girl standing next to the old man who spoke out and laughed at them just now.

This young girl has good looks, but she is far from reaching the level of overwhelming country and city.

Don't look at this young girl, but Zhuo Wen knows that this girl can live at least a thousand years old.

The girl noticed that Zhuo Wen and Ziwei Xingjun were looking over, raised her head high, and said with a little contempt: "What are you looking at with your lowly eyes? Don't blame Miss Ben for digging out your eyes!"

Both Zhuo Wen and Ziwei Xingjun squinted their eyes. The girl not only taunted them, but now she even made insulting remarks.

The two of them are masters at the level of Tongtian after all, how could they allow such insults.

Although they can see that this team has extraordinary background, they are not afraid.

It's just that their only worry is that if they conflict with this team here, it will have an impact on their entry into the Wushen City.

"Qianping, don't be rude!"

The old man at the front of the line immediately scolded the girl beside him.

The girl named Qianping pursed her mouth when she heard the words, but she was obedient and stopped talking nonsense to Zhuo Wen and Ziwei Xingjun.

"You two, I'm really sorry! Qianping has a rather domineering personality, and she offended her a lot. Please forgive me, my two friends!" the old man said apologetically.

Reaching out and not hitting the smiling face, the old man has already talked about this, Zhuo Wen and Ziwei Xingjun naturally don't plan to take it to heart.

"It's okay, it's just a misunderstanding!" Zhuo Wen said with a light smile.

"The old man's name is E Taihe, and he is the patriarch of the Moon Wolf Clan! These are the juniors of our Moon Wolf Clan!"

The old man smiled and pointed to the group of people behind him, and continued: "The two of you came to Wushen City this time, you should also come to participate in the Wusong meeting? I don't know which ethnic group you two are friends from, you should also receive Invited by the High Priest, are you going to the inner city of the Sorcerer God City?"

Hearing the introduction from the old man that they belonged to the Moon Wolf Clan, both Zhuo Wen and Ziwei Xingjun showed serious expressions.

The Moon Wolf Clan is also one of the top ten races in the Primordial Sky Territory, ranking above the Phoenix Clan.

No wonder the two felt a sense of threatening oppression when they saw the old man for the first time. Compared with this old man, he was also a strong man of Feng Liluo's level, and he might even be stronger than that Feng Liluo .

Thinking of this, the eyes of both of them were dignified.

However, when the two of them heard the second half of the old man's sentence, they were at a loss.

Ziwei Xingjun even asked subconsciously: "Do you have to be invited by the high priest of the Wu clan to participate in the Wu Song meeting? If you don't receive the invitation, you can't participate in the Wu Song meeting?"

As soon as Ziwei Xingjun said this, E Taihe's old smiling face couldn't help froze, and his eyes became rather strange.

"Haha, I laughed so hard! You really are two country bumpkins who don't even know about the invitation from the High Priest of the Witch Clan. How dare you say that you are here to participate in the Witch Song Society! Country bumpkins like you should leave Witch God City as soon as possible." , you have no chance to participate in the Wu Song meeting." Qian Ping laughed, her words were full of sarcasm.

The indifferent young man standing on the other side of Etai raised his chin slightly, and his eyes showed disdain.

As for the other people in the team, they all followed Qianping and sneered. Although they didn't make any mockery, this kind of sneer made people feel very uncomfortable.

"Qianping, stop making trouble! Don't blame me for punishing you for facing the wall!" E Taihe said displeasedly.

This sentence was very effective, and Qian Ping didn't dare to say anything immediately, obviously very afraid of the face wall in E Taihe's mouth.

After shocking Qianping, E Taihe's attitude towards Zhuo Wen and Ziwei Xingjun also became much colder.

"Since you two haven't received the invitation from the High Priest of the Witch Clan, it seems that we are not fellow travelers, so goodbye!"

After E Taihe finished speaking, he planned to lead the team to pass by Zhuo Wen.

However, Zhuo Wen stopped E Taihe.

"My friend, what do you mean? Although I, E Taihe, treat people politely, I treat enemies in a different way." E Taihe said with a gloomy expression.

Zhuo Wen clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Mr. E, we don't have any malicious intentions, we just want to ask you about this so-called invitation!"

"We heard from others that this Wusong Society is a prehistoric world, and all alien races with a bone age of less than 10,000 years can participate! Why did I hear that, and what you said, Mr. E, Is it completely different? Do you still need an invitation to participate in the Wu Song Society?" JrNovels.com