C282 Who else is unhappy

"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.

Martial Cultivator's body instantly crumbled into pieces and fell to the ground.

It was a tragic sight.

"Hiss …"

Many Martial Cultivator could not help but suck in a breath of cold air when they saw this scene.

"Ding dong!"

"Congratulations to host Zhan Tianming for killing the Yue Country Martial Cultivator, you have obtained three thousand Experience Value, Berserk Level 10."

Zhan Tianming swept a cold glance across them.

"Damn it, who else would be unhappy?"

"If you're unhappy, then just stand out. Your father will send him to hell, free of charge."

No one said anything.

Even those experts of the Martial King did not speak up.

Before they had come, they had already enquired about Zhan Tianming's situation. They knew that Zhan Tianming possessed the power to kill Martial King Expert, and that from before was clearly an idiot who didn't even get a grasp of the most basic of information before daring to charge straight at the enemy's head.

Such a person would have died in vain.

After looking around, seeing that no one said a word, Zhan Tianming retracted his killing intent.

Although he no longer had the absolute strength to blast Martial King Expert to death, these people basically did not know this.

Therefore, Zhan Tianming was completely unafraid.

He was overbearing.

Arrogant as you should be.

He should be arrogant.

Unconvinced?

Why don't you come out and give it a try?

Not far away, Xie Aotian was in a very bad mood, but at the moment, he did not let it out, and only said indifferently: "Zhan Tianming, since you're already here, take out the key to open the entrance to the Grand Ancestor's Treasure Underground Palace."

Following the sound of Xie Aotian's voice, instantly, countless gazes all fell on Zhan Tianming's body.

That's right, everyone is here to wait for the entrance to the treasure trove to open.

Zhan Tianming ignored Xie Aotian.

At any rate, after entering the Grand Ancestor's Treasure Underground Palace, they would be at loggerheads, why were they still pretending to be friendly at this time?

Zhan Tianming looked around and saw a high ground.

Whoosh!

He jumped straight up to the high ground.

Ye Zichen swept his gaze across them.

"If you wish to enter the Grand Ancestor's Treasure Underground Palace, that is fine. However, I am very unhappy right now. Anyone who wants to go in has to pay the fare, one person is worth 10,000 taels. Those who pay first can go in, and if they are short of a cent, they can all wait outside for me. "

A voice filled with deterrence echoed in the crowd, shaking everyone's ears.

Those who had obtained a placing were all feeling furious in their hearts.

"Damn it! Isn't this a robbery? "

"Zhan Tianming, do you want to cause public outrage? If all of us attack together, even if you have a hundred lives, you won't be able to survive. "

"That's right, do you think we are all useless fools? We won't give you money. "

"Everyone, don't give him silver taels. Let's see what he can do."

"…"

Everyone expressed their dissatisfaction.

However, Zhan Tianming did not even spare them a glance as he walked straight in front of a mountain wall and placed all three keys into the corresponding groove.

Rumble …

The void trembled, and one ripple of energy after another began to spread out.

Buzz buzz …

As the energy ripples spread out, a black hole like energy entrance formed on the mountain wall. An ancient aura rushed out from within, as if bringing people back to the ancient era.

Everyone was incomparably shocked.

Zhan Tianming's voice once again rang out.

"Ten thousand taels per person!" If you want to enter, then obediently take the money for laozi! "

"Those who dare to barge in, die!"