Chapter 1012

"Report back to the Lord, it's not Jiang Yujie!"

"This person is not from our tianniu clan!"

Listening to Han Jin's words, the disciple of Han Cheng, who reported the news, quickly opened his mouth and answered without hesitation.

"It's not Jiang Hai or Jiang Yujie. Who is this person?"

"By the way, what did you just say this person said?"

Han Jin's eyes were full of doubts.

For this young man, Han Jin's heart unexpectedly raised a touch of curiosity.

"He said... He said let you..."

"Let the LORD go out in person... Kneel down to meet him!"

The disciple of Hancheng, speaking of this, his body trembled.

But in front of the mayor of Hancheng, he didn't dare not say.

"Go out and kneel down to meet?"

"It's ridiculous. The city Lord is the city Lord of Hancheng, which ranks 105. As a small Licheng City Lord, he dares to make the city Lord kneel down to meet him?"

"I'm going to see who is so arrogant!"

Hearing this, Han Jin's eyes suddenly shrunk, and a cold light flashed away.

Immediately, Han Jin's figure flashed and disappeared directly in place.

As Han Jin left, the disciple of Han Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

When he reappeared, Han Jin's figure had appeared in front of the gate of Hancheng.

As soon as he appeared, looking at the scene in front of him, a dignified look rose on his face.

"Boss, that man should be the owner of Hancheng!"

It seemed that he found something. Xiao Jiao's figure flashed on Mo Wentian's shoulder. Looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes twinkled.

"I'm here, but I don't show up!"

"I'm also the mayor of Hancheng. I think it's a shrinking turtle!"

Following the sound, Mo Wentian's eyes fell on Han Jin.

Looking at Han Jin, Mo Wentian's mouth was slightly raised, and a evil smile spread.

"The Lord of the city is coming!"

"Meet the Lord!"

"Meet the Lord!"

……

As soon as Mo Wentian said this, his figures came back to his senses. Looking at Han Jin in the corner in front of the city gate, he quickly knelt down.

This shadow came, and Han Jin had nowhere to hide, and a complex light flashed in his eyes.

In the next moment, I can only stand out from the crowd.

"Who came to visit Hancheng?"

Han Jin looked at Mo Wentian, who was standing in front of Licheng disciples, and said coldly.

"It's the emperor!"

"Shrunk turtle, this emperor is not here to make a visit. This time, this emperor comes to borrow something from you!"

Hearing the words, don't ask the sky, without the slightest hesitation, step out and directly stand out.

Looking at Han Jin, his eyes were full of coldness and pride.

"Boy, who are you talking about?"

"If you come to borrow something from the city master, you should also have an attitude of borrowing something?"

"But are you taking so many people here to borrow something?"

Listen to Mo Wentian's words, Han Jin's eyes instantly rose a touch of anger.

"Shrunk turtle, the emperor came to borrow the artifact and elixir in your treasure house!"

"In a word, do you want to borrow it or not!"

Mo Wentian looked at Han Jin, his eyes suddenly cold, and his voice was full of cold words.

"Boy, if you want to borrow something from Hancheng, you have to tell me who you are?"

Hearing the words, Han Jin's hands couldn't help clenching into fists, and his joints couldn't help creaking. His cold eyes, looking at Mo Wentian, became colder and colder.

"You don't deserve to know who the emperor is!"

"The emperor will give you another chance. Will you borrow the artifact and elixir in your treasure house or not?"

The cold voice sounded, Mo Wentian looked at Han Jin, his eyes full of coldness and pride.

"Boy, you are just a mole ant in the early days of a little heavenly king!"

"But the city master, his cultivation has broken through the peak of the heavenly king. You still want more things in the treasure house of Hancheng. I think you are dreaming!"

Han Jin's eyes were slightly cold. When he saw Mo Wentian's cultivation, the corners of his mouth raised a radian full of contempt.

"Shrink head turtle, do you dare to make a bet with Ben di?"

It seems to think of something. Don't ask the sky's eyes, the light flashed, and then the corners of your mouth raised a cunning arc, indifferent way.

"Bet?"

"What bet?"

Han Jin was slightly stunned. He came back to himself, almost blurting out subconsciously.

"You fight with the emperor. If the emperor wins, you will lend all the things in your Hancheng treasure house to Licheng!"

"But if the emperor loses, all the Licheng of the emperor will be given to you!"

Don't ask heaven to look at Han Jin, the light in his eyes flashed, God's indifferent way.

Han Jin, the Lord of Hancheng, although his cultivation has reached the peak of the king of heaven, his breath is very unstable.

It can be seen from this that he must have just made a breakthrough.

In fact, for Mo Wentian now, let alone the peak of the heavenly king, even if it is the perfection of the heavenly king, Mo Wentian wants to kill, it is also easy.

"If you lose, you will make all of Licheng a Korean city? Is this a big bet, emperor?"

"What are you afraid of? Although the cultivation of the emperor is only in the early days of the heavenly king, the strength of the emperor is not measured by cultivation!"

"Yes, Lord Jiang Hai is a warning!"

"In the hands of our emperor, Han Jin seems to have been planted today!"

……

Hearing this, the disciples in Licheng couldn't help talking.

"What? This boy wants to fight with the city Lord. Is he crazy?"

"His cultivation can be the initial stage of the king of heaven, and our city Lord, whose cultivation has reached the peak of the king of heaven, wants to fight the city Lord beyond his power. I think he is looking for death!"

"I think the Lord of the city can kill this boy without three moves!"

"I'm afraid this boy is going to die here today. According to what he said, if he loses, Licheng will be all mine!"

……

As Mo Wentian said this, countless Hancheng disciples also talked excitedly.

They looked at Mo Wentian, like watching a funny joke. Some martial artists couldn't help laughing wildly.

"Boy, are you serious?"

Listening to the voices of Hancheng disciples, Han Jin's eyes were full of confidence.

In the next moment, Mo asked the sky and said coldly.

"A shrinking turtle, the emperor doesn't need to lie to you!"

Mo Wentian looked at Han Jin, and the radian raised by the corners of his mouth became more and more rich, but his eyes were full of contempt.

"Boy, don't be too arrogant!"

"The city Lord will let you know the price of arrogance later!"

Listen, don't ask the sky. Han Jin's eyebrows frowned tightly, and the anger in his eyes was undisguised.