Chapter 1011: Hanjin

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Chapter 1011: Han City Lord Han Jin
"A reward for one of the fourth-grade elixir? Wouldn't it be possible to elevate my practice to a higher level!"
"The emperor is so generous. I think that although the emperor is not a member of our Tianniu tribe, but compared to the former Lord Jiang Haicheng, I don't know how many times stronger, I am willing to follow the emperor to Hancheng!"
"The emperor is really thinking about us. He really wants to improve our strength!"
"Go to Hancheng, go to Hancheng!"
...
As Mo Wentian said this, the crowd burst into the air.
There were sounds of exhilaration, they looked at Mo Wentian, their eyes rose with admiration.
"Boss, what you said is really valid!"
Xuantian looked at this scene, his mouth slightly grinned, looked at Mo Wentian, and smiled.
"We have just conquered Licheng, and if we don't give a little benefit, we won't be so happy!"
The icy voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes raised a touch of cold mang.
"But the boss ..."
Xuantian opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.
"Bo Niu, it's getting late, it's time to go!"
The next moment, it seemed to remember something. Mo Wentian looked at Niu Bo and said coldly.
"Yes, the lord!"
Uncle Niu did not hesitate, and quickly agreed.
Immediately, every figure, heading for Hancheng in a mighty manner.
Han Cheng and Li Cheng saw the distance, but Wan Li, according to the speed of Mo Wentian and others.
An hour later, Mo Wentian and others appeared before the gate of Hancheng.
"Isn't this Niu Bo from Licheng? What are they doing here in Hancheng?"
"Who is the kid in front of him? Why haven't I seen it in the ancient relics, and looking at him seems to be the head of these people, what does it mean that he brought so many people to our Hancheng?"
"No, the boy's cultivation, but why did he stand in front of everyone in the early days of the king!"
"Looking at their posture, it's certainly not a good thing to come to Hancheng, so please go and notify the owner!"
...
Looking at the figures of Mo Wentian and others, Han Cheng's disciples immediately discussed in front of the gate of Han Cheng.
What's more, the gatekeeper of Hancheng went quickly towards the main city of Hancheng.
"This emperor is the emperor of Licheng. Hurry up and inform you of the lord of Hancheng. Come out to bow and greet!"
At this moment, Mo Wentian's mouth slightly lifted, and a wicked smile spread.
But the cold voice resounded throughout Hancheng.
"The emperor of Licheng? When did the Emperor of Licheng have any emperor? Isn't the lord of Licheng Jiang Jiang?"
"This kid is so arrogant that he dared to let our town lord come out on his knees to greet him. I think he's tired!"
"In the early days of a little Heavenly King, he dared to roar in our Hancheng city. If the Lord of the City comes out, this boy will be dead!"
"Arrogance always pays for arrogance, waiting for a show!"
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Listening to Mo Wantian's arrogant words, countless disciples stood in front of the gate of Hancheng for a moment.
After returning to God, each figure looked at Mo Wentian, and when he saw that Mo Wentian was the early days of the King of Heaven, he talked with contempt.
At this moment, the main city of Hancheng is joyous.
"Master, Lord, come on, where am I?"
"Master City Lord, come and catch me!"
"Giggle ..."
"Master City Lord, how are you?"
...
In the city's most luxurious small courtyard, a middle-aged man covered his eyes with a bright red scarf, and his face was full of tricky smiles.
Chasing a group of charming women in tight skirts.
"Beauty, let the owner of this city catch you, you have to serve the owner of the city!"
"Hahahaha ..."
The middle-aged man pounced hard, but it was empty, but there was no anger on his face, but the rising smile became more treacherous.
"Master, Lord, it's not good!"
"No way, Lord Lord!"
"Self-proclaimed emperor of Licheng, with his disciples of fifty thousand Licheng, came to our Hancheng!"
Just then, a panic came.
"Don't you see that the owner of the city is doing business?"
"You have enough life, haven't you?"
Hearing that the middle-aged man immediately tore the silk scarf over his eyes, and was interrupted by good things. Looking at the Hancheng disciple in front of him, there was a terrible killing in his eyes.
Coldly yelled, the next moment, he went straight forward and knocked the disciple of Han Cheng to the ground.
"The Lord of the City is angry, this must be an urgent matter. You might as well listen to kill him again!"
Suddenly, a fiery red figure came over slowly, gently pulling on the middle-aged man's clothes, said softly.
"Then listen to Honger!"
"Say, what happened?"
The middle-aged man reached out and took the woman named Honger into her arms.
Immediately, he looked at the Hancheng disciple with a cold face, and shouted coldly.
In fact, when this disciple came here, he had already said something about it, but at that time, the Hancheng city owner was disturbed by the good things, and was so angry that he didn't listen at all.
"Yes……"
"Yes, Lord City Lord!"
"Here is the emperor of Licheng!"
Wen Yan said that the disciple of Hancheng quickly answered.
His face was full of respect, but his body was trembling.
"what?"
"The Emperor of Licheng?"
"When did Licheng have a monarch? When were all monarchs in our Tianniu tribe called monarchs?"
It was said that Han Jin, the founder of Hancheng, stayed there for a moment.
After returning to God, he let go of the woman's hand, and his expression became serious instantly. He looked at the disciple of Hancheng and said coldly.
"Huicheng Lord, this ... this I don't know!"
The disciple of Hancheng said respectfully.
"Isn't the founder of Hanseong Jiang Hai?"
"Although his cultivation is the perfect condition of the King of Heaven, but he was demoted from the city of heaven, it is impossible for him to come to us to make trouble in Hancheng!"
It seemed to remember something, in Han Jin's eyes, Han Mang flickered endlessly.
A look of horror rose on his face.
"Master City Lord, this ... this person is not Jiang Hai!"
"Headed by a teenager!"
The disciple of Hancheng said tremblingly.
"Not Jiang Hai?"
"Is a teenager?"
Listening to the disciple's words, Han Jin's brow could not help but frowned.
In the history of the city, except Jiang Hai and his son Jiang Yujie, there are no strong people.
"Is Jiang Yujie?"
The next instant, Han Jin stepped forward, watching the disciple, drinking coldly.