"Chirp, chirp." On Qin Hao's shoulder, the Cloudwing Beast bristled at Fang Ming's smug face and his endless attacks on Fang Lang. After all, it had been through life and death with Fang Lang at the Demon-Suppressing Pool.
Fang Lang paused, then a cold smile touched his lips. "You have Tokens? You think I don't? Open your dog eyes and look. What are these?!"
With a flip of his hand, two Fang Family Tokens appeared, and he slammed them onto the table.
Two Fang Family Tokens!
They were identical to Fang Ming's.
"How is that possible?" Fang Ming froze, staring at the two Tokens in disbelief.
"How is that possible?" Fang Ming muttered. "How could a useless nobody like you get two Tokens?"
"Oh? Little Fatty has two Tokens too?" the lean young man Brother Lu asked in surprise. "Fang Ming, are these Fang Family Tokens hard to get?"
Fang Ming struggled to accept it, but he still answered. "Very. To get mine, I entered a Forbidden Land and a Death Land. I escaped death by a hair's breadth over and over. If I hadn't run into Brother Wang and Brother Lu at the end, I'd probably be dead."
"And yet Fang Lang, that useless nobody, got two Tokens too. He's only True Martial Seventh Layer trash..."
Now that Fang Ming and Fang Lang each had two Tokens, there was no telling which of them would go to the Central Continent Fang Family. Fang Ming did not know whether Fang Heng had found any, but in his eyes, Fang Heng was weaker than he was. Getting two Tokens should have been almost impossible for him.
In past Fang Family Trials, most people had found only one Token. Quite a few had never even seen one, while some had lost their