Jun Changxiao's eyes widened.

Damn it, can the identity of another world be faked?

Sun Bukong heard Li Qingyang's words and scratched his head in embarrassment.

Then, he placed more than a dozen wooden heirloom plaques on the table and said seriously: "Master, I carved these myself. Choose whichever identity you like, as long as it allows me to join the sect!"

The successor of Sword Emperor, Sun Bukong.

The descendant of the Demon King, Sun Bukong.

The descendants of the Demon Emperor, Sun Bukong and many other descendants with various identities, none of them are alike!

Awesome!

If these identities are true, my little Iron Bone Sect cannot accommodate such a giant Buddha.

"Take it!"

Jun Changxiao stamped it with a big seal.

Although the identity of the heir is fake, if he can be careful enough to sign up, he is a talented person with great dreams.

"Next."

"Crack."
Chapter completed!