C347 Stubble Finding
C347 Stubble Finding
The captured human cultivator, wearing a cloud robe and with a delicate and pretty face, had a face full of fear as he explained with a trembling body.
"What is it? What you mean is that I am blackmailing you! "Look, are these the runes you sold here?"
The dragon-man youth had a twisted look on his face. He reached his hand out and took out a stack of milky-white talismans with cloud patterns engraved on them, then slapped them hard on the face of the human cultivator in his hands.
The conflict here quickly attracted the attention of the cultivators on the surrounding streets. Countless people gathered together and whispered amongst themselves.
"We're finished. This Long Ao Tian is making trouble again. He relied on his father, a Dragon Clan Elder of White Emperor City, to be lawless here!"
Who doesn't? It is said that this Long Ao Tian bullies men and women. He does everything he can to suppress the human race! "If the human shops he destroyed didn't have a hundred, then there must be dozens of them. This Cloudy Heavens Talisman Pavilion is in for a ride of misfortune!"
"Sigh, the dragon race is the largest in White Emperor City! If humans or other demi-humans dared to cause trouble like this, they would have been beaten to death long ago. Only the dragon race can be so rampant and not be punished! "
The surrounding human cultivators all had a lamenting look on their faces, but none of them dared to step out. Even a few demi-humans looked at Long Ao Tian with discontent and hatred in their eyes.
"Sir, this talisman paper is comparable to red jade talisman paper. It is indeed the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Talisman!" However, the talismans are emitting light in waves, so there shouldn't be any damage! "
The cultivator in Long Ao Tian's hands, enduring the burning pain on his face, recognized the talisman and immediately said with a trembling voice.
"I said this talisman is trash. It is, yet you still dare to defend yourself?" Long Ao Tian had a cold smile on his face as he took out a Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Talisman and threw it out.
"Pfft!"
There was a muffled sound as the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sigil flew through the air and ignited itself without any wind. Suddenly, a muffled sound rang out and black smoke billowed out before turning into ashes and dissipating.
This talisman was known as the Divine Thunder Talisman, but there was only thunder. There was no lightning, and even thunder was incomparably dull. It was like a fart and was clearly a waste talisman.
"How is it? Did you see that? There's nothing left to say right? "You human cultivators actually dare to sell fake inferior talismans and swindled me. Today, I will tear down your whatever Pavilion of Talisman-Dollars!"
With that, Long Ao Tian sent the cloud robed cultivator flying with a kick, his expression twisted, as he spoke fiercely, and whistled.
In the midst of his whistle, a group of more than ten Dragon Guards suddenly appeared on the right side of the street. It was as if they had been waiting for a long time.
These guards either had dragon horns or dragon scales on their faces. They all had cold faces and held long spears in their hands. They wore silver armour and all of them had a murderous look on their faces.
"Take this place down for me. In a few days, I'll turn this place into a casino!"
With a wave of his hand, a cruel smile appeared on Long Ao Tian's face. He wanted to watch helplessly as this human shop crumbled down.
"No, Young Master Long!" This is a plot of land that I have spent a hundred years of accumulating spirit stones to buy. Something must have gone wrong. Young master Long, I'll compensate you with money … My Cloud Talisman Pavilion is willing to compensate you for your losses! "
Seeing this scene, the young cultivator on the ground was terrified, crawling a few steps to Long Ao Tian's feet, begging for mercy.
"Compensation? It's already too late, get lost! " Long Ao Tian kicked the cultivator away, laughing coldly.
The expressions of the dozen or so Dragon Guards were also cold. Their pupils were filled with ridicule and all of them glowed with different colors of light. They were about to attack the store of Yun Xiao Talisman Pavilion with their spears.
"Hold on!"
At this moment, a clear voice came from the crowd. Everyone turned to look, only to see a refined looking young man in a black robe slowly walking out.
Behind the young man were two other people. One of them was sitting cross-legged on a black magic wheel, floating in mid-air. It was a beautiful, icy-faced woman in a black robe.
The other one was a handsome young man in his twenties.
At this moment, the youth had a helpless look on his face as he lowered his voice and said,
"Fellow Daoist Chen, this matter has nothing to do with us. We should look for the ancestral land of the dragon clan. Why do we need to wade in this muddy water?"
"No worries, I just can't bear to watch what this Draconian is doing!" I think it would be better to make a ruckus and have the dragon race come find us quickly than to look for the dragon race! "
With a smile on his face, Chen Fan's eyes were already filled with coldness. With a few steps, he appeared in front of Long Ao Tian.
Only when they got close did Chen Fan realize that Long Ao Tian was tall, almost two metres tall, and could only slightly raise his head as he spoke.
"Hey, this deaf young master, show me the talisman in your hand!" Chen Fan stretched out his right hand and said with an unquestionable voice.
"Brat, do you know who Yours Truly is? You dare to speak to me like that, I think you're seeking death! "
Long Ao Tian looked at Chen Fan, his green eyes narrowed into a dangerous vertical slit. At the same time, the powerful aura of a martial artist in the Transcending River realm burst forth, a dragon scale covered claw striking towards Chen Fan's face.
This palm strike was extremely powerful, so much so that even the air itself was caved in. If it were to land on Chen Fan's face, it would most likely cause his head to explode.
Sighs came from the surrounding people. Some of them couldn't bear to look anymore.
"Hehe, the one looking to die is you!"
Chen Fan looked at the enlarged dragon claw in front of him, his eyes flashing with an illusory image of a sword. The index and middle fingers of his right hand came together, bringing with it a blazing light that directly touched Long Ao Tian's palm.
"Pfft!"
There was no such thing as a shocking explosion, only a dull sound, and Chen Fan's finger had already pierced into Long Ao Tian's palm, bringing forth a pool of blood.
"Aooo!"
Clutching his palms, Long Ao Tian kept retreating, inhaling cold air, his green eyes bloodshot. Staring fiercely at Chen Fan, he shouted: "You all charge at me, kill him!"
Hearing this, the surrounding draconians all had ferocious looks on their faces. Holding their pikes, they were about to charge forward.
At this time, the eyes of the Netherworld Udumbara Flower, who was sitting cross-legged on the black wheel, flashed with a cold light as she chanted an incantation. Suddenly, the ground was covered with a layer of dense imprints.
These imprints seemed to be alive as they wriggled and intertwined with each other, forming a thick yellow light barrier that enveloped the dozen or so Dragon Guards.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The dozen guards desperately used their spears to strike against the light barrier. However, other than the crisp sound of metal clanging, there was not even a single wound on the light barrier.
Looking at You You in surprise, Chen Fan walked towards Long Ao Tian with big steps.
Seeing Chen Fan approach, Long Ao Tian's face instantly filled with fear, retreating as he shouted: "Kid, you dare injure me, and also dare to attack the city guards. White Emperor City no longer has a place for you, you're finished!"