Chapter 1337: Everyone, do you still have that inherent superiority?

"Master Gao, save us!" Yan Shien and others do not have the strong strength of Gao Tianhao. Even if Liu Lang leaves and the formation works on its own, it is enough to completely imprison them. After all, Liu Lang has the net and thousands of Amethyst The coins are all thrown into the formation, how could it not have any effect? Facing Wen Huan's Huangjie Longsword, they shouted to Gao Tianhao for help.
However, Gao Tianhao turned a deaf ear to his ears, bending his legs and kicking down suddenly, his body was like a cannonball, directly lifted into the air, rushing to the direction where Liu Lang had left, and chasing at full speed.
"Scream, keep screaming, throat cracking, no one will come to rescue you!" After making sure that Gao Tianhao had gone away, Wen Huan laughed loudly, with a scornful face.
This is actually understandable.
As a casual cultivator, Wen Huan has no money and no background. He has practiced for many years and always runs behind others' buttocks. He nods and bows whenever he sees anyone.
In other words, his destiny has always been in the hands of others. Has he ever mastered the destiny of others? Now, with great difficulty, catching such an opportunity, changing anyone, will be overwhelmed.
"Too disgusting!"
Mao Tianqing and Yan Shien were furious. They were also famous figures in their respective sects. Has ever been humiliated by a small fairy?
"Boy, you may not know our identity yet." Mao Tianqing said in a deep voice: "I am the core disciple of Xianri Sect, Mao Tianqing. You have never heard of Xianri Sect, right? Today, if you dare To be presumptuous is to be the enemy of the entire Masked Sun Immortal Sect, and the assessment is over, even if you escape to the end of the world, the Masked Sun Immortal Sect will crush you to pieces!
"I am the core disciple of Liuyun Xianzong. Before you do it, it is best to think about it!" Yan Shien also threatened coldly.
"If I let you go now, you won't retaliate against me?" Wen Huan was still relatively clear-headed, and snorted: "Your eyes have already betrayed you. No matter what I do today, you won't let go after I go out. Pass me. In that case, why don't I take a break first, do nothing, and be killed by you when I go out, that would be too wronged."
As Wen Huan said, he raised the sword, which flew up and down. The five cultivators standing outside the circle immediately hung the color, and Mao Tianqing, who had been cleaned up by Wen Huan long ago, belonged to the color.
"Ah, it hurts me so much!"
"Stop it, stop it!"
Suddenly, the five people who were bound by the formations screamed again and again, unable to mobilize the immortal power, they were completely carried by the flesh, and the wounds cut out by the yellow long sword, how could it not hurt!
Gods are also humans, and they will suffer from injuries.
"How about it, sirs, do you still have the innate superiority just now?" After finishing the vent, Wen Huan put away the sword, scanned Mao Tianqing and the others, and asked with a smile.
"No, no more!"
The hero didn't suffer from the immediate loss, Mao Tianqing took the lead in taking the lead and softened. When the others saw Mao Tianqing put down his figure, they also echoed.
"Very well, now we can talk happily." Wen Huan nodded in satisfaction and said: "I, born low, and without the guidance of a famous teacher, I am still a fairy after being mixed for hundreds of years, and a few adults cover themselves. Sun Xianzong, Liuyun Xianzong, such a big sect, must be rich and rich. I don't know if it can help the younger brother."
"Relief? Obviously blackmail!"
Mao Tianqing and others were in anger, but people under the eaves, how dare they not bow their heads. If he refused directly, Wen Huan would definitely cut it again.
Everyone looked at Mao Tianqing. Mao Tianqing was the boss. Everyone had to follow Mao Tianqing. If Mao Tianqing was willing to take out money and treasure, they would not be stingy.
"It's really embarrassing to be begging for a little fairy!" Mao Tianqing knew very well that there were countless people outside watching. At this time, he was soft and it was a loss of face.
However, the other side is the possibility of promotion.
After thinking about it again and again, Mao Tianqing gritted his teeth and moved his mind. He took out a cloth bag from the storage ring. The formation ban was immortal and physical, but it did not affect the mental power, so the storage ring was still available.
However, after taking the things out, Mao Tianqing could not move or catch it, so he fell to the ground with a snap.
"Brother, this is one hundred amethyst coins, please raise your hand and let me go." Mao Tianqing said in a low voice, staring at the cloth bag.
"Amethyst coin?" Wen Huan's eyes flashed suddenly, and when he grabbed it, the cloth bag flew into his hand. After opening it, it turned out that there were a hundred shiny purple amethyst coins.
For Xiaoxian and Wen Huan who is a casual repairer, one hundred amethyst coins is definitely a huge sum of money.
However, when he saw Liu Lang's formation just now, what he took out was a sack of tens of thousands of amethyst coins. After a little comparison, he suddenly felt a little disappointed.
"Where are you begging?" Finally, there was a chance to rip off, Wen Huan decided to be the biggest one, so he roared, staring.
"One hundred amethyst coins, is it too small?" Mao Tianqing's face violently blue veins, as the core disciple of the Immortal Sect of Covering the Sun, he received only twenty or thirty amethyst coins a year from the sect. .
"Who can afford too much money?" Wen Huan smiled.
"I'll give you another hundred!" Mao Tianqing gritted his teeth and took out one hundred amethyst coins from the storage ring. This is all his net worth.
"What about you?" Picking up the second cloth bag, Wen Huan asked Yan Shien and the others.
"I only have one hundred and one."
"I only have a hundred whole!"
Yan Shien and others were not as wealthy as Mao Tianqing, and only four of them had thrown out less than five hundred amethyst coins.
"A bunch of poor ghosts." Wen Huan said with a sigh. Although his peak net worth was only more than 50 Amethyst Coins, but now he pinned his head on his belt to blackmail him, and finally got less than 700 Amethyst Coins, which was really a bit small.
"Master Mao, do you have two unused fairy tools?" After counting the amethyst coins, Wen Huan rolled his eyes, raised his head, and asked Mao Tianqing with a smile on his face.
"Xianqi?" Hearing these two words, Mao Tianqing almost vomited blood.
He had only three immortal artifacts in total, the three-pointed two-edged sword of the natal immortal weapon only had one blade head, the reserve immortal soldier profound-level long sword, without the hilt, the last immortal compass, which was snatched by Liu Lang.
Where does he have wealthy fairy tools to contribute to Wen Huan?
"You don't have to make an inch!" Mao Tianqing gritted his teeth.
"Look at you, you can't speak well." Wen Huan pointed at Mao Tianqing, sighed, and then turned to Yan Shien and others, "Do you guys, do you have a wealthy fairy?"
Yan Shien took a peek at Mao Tianqing, and then repeatedly said, "No, no!"
"It seems that you are toasting and not eating fine wine! If that's the case, I won't be nonsense!" Wen Huan glanced at the storage ring in Mao Tianqing's hand, raised the sword in his hand, and cut Mao Tianqing's fingers with one sword. Put it down and put it in the bag with a storage ring on your fingers.
For the remaining four people, Wen Huan did the same, and gained four more fingers and four storage rings.
Amid the screams, Wen Huan looked towards Liu Lang's departure and muttered to himself: "Boss, I have no retreat. The future is dead or alive, it depends on your performance."
(End of this chapter)