Chapter 1012: Die within three strokes

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Chapter 1012: Death Within Three Moves
"Master Lord Huicheng, not Jiang Yujie!"
"This person is not yet a member of our Tetris!"
Listening to Han Jin's words, the reported Hancheng disciple, without any hesitation, quickly answered.
"Not Jiang Hai or Jiang Yujie. Who is this person?"
"Yes, what did you say this person said just now?"
Han Jin's eyes were full of doubt.
For this teenager, Han Jin's heart even raised a curiosity.
"He said ... he said let you ..."
"Let the Lord Lord go out for yourself ... Kneel and greet him!"
The disciple of Han Cheng said that his body was trembling even more.
But facing the Hancheng man in front of him, he dare not say.
"Go out to bow and greet?"
"It's ridiculous, but the owner of this city is the 105th one. Hancheng, a little Licheng city lord, dare to let the city lord bow down to meet him?"
"I'm going to see who this is, so arrogant!"
After hearing the words, Han Jin's eyes narrowed suddenly, and a cold cold mang flashed away.
Immediately, Han Jin's figure flickered and disappeared directly.
As Han Jin left, the disciple of Hancheng was relieved.
When he appeared again, Han Jin's figure had already appeared in front of the gate of Hancheng.
As soon as he appeared, looking at the scene in front of him, there was a dignified look on his face.
"Boss, that person should be the owner of this Hancheng!"
It seemed that something had been found, Xiao Xiao's figure flashed on Mo Wentian's shoulder, looking at Mo Wutian, the light in his eyes flashed.
"Here, he doesn't show up!"
"I'm also the master of Hanseong. I think it's the turtle that shrinks its head!"
Looking at the sound, Mo Wentian's eyes fell on Han Jin's body.
Looking at Han Jin, Mo Wentian's mouth slightly lifted, and a wicked smile spread.
"Master City Lord is here!"
"Meet Lord Lord!"
"Meet Lord Lord!"
...
As Mo Wentian said these words, every figure came back, looked at Han Jin in the corner in front of the city gate, and quickly bowed down.
This figure came, Han Jin had nowhere to look, and there was a complex gleam in his eyes.
The next moment, only stood out from the crowd.
"Who came to make trouble in Hancheng?"
Han Jin looked at Mo Wentian, who was standing in front of Licheng's disciples, with a cold face.
"It's the emperor!"
"The tortoise, Bendi is not here to make trouble, Bendi is here to borrow something from you!"
Wen Yan said that Mo Wentian didn't hesitate, stepped forward and stood up.
Looking at Han Jin, his eyes were full of cold pride.
"Boy, who are you talking about?
"When you come to borrow something from the owner of this city, then you must also have an attitude of borrowing things?"
"But you came with so many people, did you borrow things?"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Han Jin's eyes instantly burst into anger.
"Scarred turtle, this emperor wants to borrow the artifact and elixir from your treasure house!"
"In a word, do you borrow or not!"
Mo Wentian looked at Han Jin, his eyes froze coldly, and his voice was full of cold words.
"Boy, if you want to borrow something from Hancheng, then you have to tell me, who are you?"
I heard that Han Jin's hands couldn't help clenching into fists, and the bone joints couldn't help creaking. The cold eyes, looking at Mo Wentian, became even colder.
"It's just you who don't deserve to know who this Emperor is!"
"I will give you another chance. Do you borrow or not the artifacts and elixir in your treasure house?"
The cold voice sounded, Mo Wentian looked at Han Jin, his eyes were full of cold and arrogant.
"Boy, you are nothing but an ant in the early days of Little King!"
"And the owner of this city, Xiu Wei has broken through to the peak of the king of heaven, and you want more things in the treasure house of Hancheng, I think you are dreaming!"
Han Jin's eyes narrowed for a moment, when he saw Mo Wentian's cultivation, the corner of his mouth raised a scornful arc.
"Scarred turtle, how dare you make a bet with Bendi?"
It seemed to remember something. In Mo Wentian's eyes, the light flashed, and then the corner of his mouth raised a sly arc, an indifferent way.
"bet?"
"What bet?"
Han Jin was stunned, and when he came back, he almost came out subconsciously.
"You fought against the Emperor. If the Emperor wins, you will lend me all the things in your Hancheng treasure house!"
"But if the emperor loses, all the emperor's calendar cities will be for you!"
Mo Wentian looked at Han Jin, his eyes flashed, God's indifferent way.
Although Han Jin, the founder of Hancheng, has reached the peak of the Heavenly King, his breath is very unstable.
This shows that he must have just broken through.
In fact, for Mo Wentian, let alone the pinnacle of the King of Heaven, even if it is the completeness of the King of King, Mo Wentian wants to be killed, it is easy.
"If we lose, all of our calendar cities will be Hancheng? Is the bet a little too big for the emperor?"
"What are you afraid of? Although the emperor's cultivation is only in the early days of the Emperor, the strength of the emperor is not measured by cultivation!"
"Yes, Lord Jiang Haicheng is the lesson learned!"
"In the hands of our emperor, this Hanjin seems to be planted today!"
...
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, the disciples in Licheng couldn't help talking about it.
"What? This kid wants to fight the city owner. Is he crazy?"
"His cultivation is the initial state of the talented King of Heaven, and our city master, Xiu Wei has reached the peak of the King of Heaven, and wants to fight against the city master at his own expense. I think he is looking for death!"
"I see the Lord Lord, you can kill this kid without three tricks!"
"I'm afraid this boy is going to die here today. According to him, if he loses, then Licheng is all my Hancheng!"
...
With Mo Wentian's remarks, countless Hancheng disciples also talked excitedly.
They looked at Mo Wentian as if they were looking at a funny joke. Some warriors even laughed wildly.
"Boy, can you take this seriously?"
Han Jin's eyes were full of self-confidence, listening to the arguments of Hancheng's disciples.
The next moment, looking at Mo Wentian, said coldly.
"A tortoise, Bendi doesn't have to lie to you!"
Mo Wentian looked at Han Jin, and the radian of the corner of his mouth became richer, but his eyes were full of contempt.
"Boy, don't be too arrogant!"
"The Lord of the City will certainly let you know the price of arrogance!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's mouth, a shrinking turtle, Han Jin's brows frowned tightly, and the anger in his eyes was undisguised.