C282 Who else is unhappy (1/2)
”F * ck, laozi is getting impatient from waiting.”
”Humph!” That Zhan Tianming brat is too arrogant, I spent money to get a placing, and he actually made me wait here? ”Fuck the eighteen generations of his ancestors, that bastard.”
”Damn it! Why hasn't that bastard Zhan Tianming appeared yet? Could it be that he ran off with the silver taels? ”
”Run? ”A monk cannot run away from a temple.”
”That's right!” Ouyang Merchant Bank is a guarantee, if we cannot enter the Grand Ancestor's Treasure Underground Palace, just the compensation from our Ouyang Merchant Bank would be enough to get us back quite a bit, what is there to worry about? ”
”Hehe …” You're right. ”
Many Martial Cultivator gathered in groups of three or five and discussed animatedly.
Wu Dao, Corpse Sovereign, Ouyang Hao and Yang Feinan were standing on top of a hill.
They were also waiting for Zhan Tianming's arrival.
The First Prince, Xie Aotian, was sitting on a dragon throne, with a canopy that shielded the sun above his head. Behind him, there were also a dozen or so Martial Cultivator s who were quite powerful, obviously wanting to enter the Grand Ancestor's Treasure Underground Palace as well.
”Humph!”
Xie Aotian was currently in a very bad mood.
Because in the auction, he spent five to six times more than others to get enough placings.
Ka-cha …
The displeasure in his heart caused Xie Aotian's hand that was holding onto the chair to slightly tighten, and the chair's armrest was instantly crushed into pieces.
”Zhan Tianming, if you go against this prince, you will only die.”
His gaze was incomparably cold.
His killing intent was extremely gloomy.
But right now, Xie Aotian could only suppress all of these at the bottom of his heart.
The sun gradually climbed up to the middle of the sky.
”Fuck, Zhan Tianming, fuck your eighteen generations of ancestors, you bastard. How long more do you want me to wait? Laozi spent a lot of money, hurry up and f * cking come out here. If you don't get out here now, I'll fuck you! ”You son of a bitch …” A Martial Cultivator of Nine-star Martial Spirit was so impatient that he started cursing.
Quite a few Martial Cultivator s nodded in agreement.
But more people were in a wait-and-see state.
”He's here!”
Suddenly, someone with sharp eyes saw a familiar figure.
Instantly, countless gazes swept over.
Zhan Tianming's white clothes fluttered in the wind, her hair swayed slightly on his forehead, and behind that hair hid a pair of sharp and overbearing eyes, which directly landed on the Martial Cultivator who had been shouting his most joyful curses.
In his heart, a wave of rage was burning crazily.
Curse me, yes!
However, if you f * cking curse my relatives and dare to fuck my eighteen generations of ancestors, you're courting death.
Zhan Tianming would never allow such a thing to happen.
Clang!
The sword concept moved, Zhan Tianming's body had a large amount of Sword Qi rising up, his killing intent soaring to the skies.
His gaze was like two sharp swords.
”Humph!” He is Zhan Tianming? ”
The Martial Cultivator who was in the Nine-star Martial Spirit realm stood up, and saw that Zhan Tianming's cultivation was only at four star Martial Spirit with a single glance. His face was immediately filled with disdain, and he snorted as he walked out of the crowd, looking lazily at Zhan Tianming.
”Boy, you are Zhan Tianming?”
”F * ck, laozi spent money to get a placing, yet you're telling laozi to stay here …”
Suddenly, the Martial Cultivator's voice stopped.
Zhan Tianming's entire body was covered with Sword Qi, but the terrifying killing intent actually caused the Martial Cultivator to feel cold all over, as though a burst of cold air had left his legs and rushed to the back of his head.
The rest of his words were stuck in his throat.
He could not utter a single word.
Zhan Tianming's gaze turned cold, ”Sword Tomb Ultimate Art!”
Kacha Kacha …
A large number of Void Fissure spread out like a spider web, covering Martial Cultivator's body in the blink of an eye.
There were cracks all over it.
Bang!
A sound rang out like the shattering of glass.