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nWho was the person laughing?!

nThe cultivators were shocked.

nDao Lord Lan Yue had just finished speaking and someone actually dared to laugh in such a manner. This was a challenge to the dignity of a Dharma Characteristic Dao Lord and the master of a sect!

nAll the cultivators turned towards Hundred Refinement Sect.

nAt that moment, Nangong Ling and the other two were so scared that their hearts were about to jump out!

n“What is Little Granduncle-Master doing?”

nNangong Ling and the other two could naturally tell that the mocking laughter earlier on came from Su Zimo who was sitting beside them!

n“Little Granduncle-Master, this is a matter of Thousand Crane Sect. You’re not going to stand out, are you?” Ru Xuan hurriedly sent a voice transmission to remind Su Zimo.

nNangong Ling was also scared out of his wits as he sent a voice transmission, “Little Granduncle-Master, don’t be rash! Fairy Leng Rou is indeed devastatingly beautiful, but you have to sober up and not be so reckless!”

nAll three of them could tell that no one would be able to help Leng Rou if Dao Lord Lan Yue did not relent.

nFurthermore, there was a top of the Phenomenon Ranking and number one Perfected Lord watching by the side!

nAnybody that stood out now would not only be offending the sect master of Thousand Crane Sect, but also Ye Tiancheng – who would be able to withstand that?

nRight then, Dao Lord Lan Yue looked over.

nNangong Ling and the other two felt their hearts skip a beat and hurriedly retracted their spirit consciousnesses, not daring to send any more voice transmissions.

nThe three of them looked at Su Zimo nervously and shook their heads repeatedly.

nSu Zimo had a calm expression and merely smiled at the three of them. However, he had no intention of retreating.

nEven against Dharma Characteristic Dao Lords, he had to step forward!

nThat was because Leng Rou, Little Fatty and the others could no longer withstand the double pressure from a sect master and Ye Tiancheng!

nHe was the only one who could shoulder this!

n“What are you laughing at?”

nDao Lord Lan Yue asked slowly. Behind her calm voice was a volcano that was about to erupt!

nAgainst the might of a Dharma Characteristic Dao Lord, Su Zimo smiled with a composed expression. “Everyone knows that even the top Weapon Refinement Masters can’t guarantee that they can refine connate Dharmic weapons.”

n“Someone made an empty promise to something that is uncertain. What a good plan.”

nThe cultivators gradually came to their senses when they heard that.

nIt was unknown whether Ming Han could refine a connate Perfected Lord Dharmic weapon.

nIn other words, the promise that Ye Tiancheng made earlier on was most likely nothing more than a fleeting dream!

nLittle Fatty slapped his forehead and said in realization, “Sister Leng Rou, that lad Ye Tiancheng is up to no good! He’s way too scheming!”

n“If that’s the case, I can do it too,”

nNaturally, Little Fatty wanted nothing more than to see the world in chaos. He surveyed his surroundings and declared loudly, “It’s time for a blind date! Anyone who wants to be my Dao companion will be given a connate Dharmic treasure as a greeting gift when I discover any grand tombs in the future…”

n“Hahahaha!”

nEveryone burst into laughter.

nLittle Fatty was even more ridiculous. He had even promised a Dharmic treasure that only a Mahayana Patriarch could use – furthermore, it was a connate Dharma treasure!

nYe Tiancheng’s gaze was dark. Although he was still smiling, his heart was filled with killing intent.

nHis gaze swept past Su Zimo.

nJust because of that question, Su Zimo was now someone he had to kill!

nSensing the suspicious gazes around him, Ye Tiancheng pretended to be carefree and laughed. “Don’t worry, Leng Rou!”

n“If Ming Han can’t refine a connate Perfected Lord Dharmic weapon, I’ll definitely find one for you in the future and give it to you! You have my word on that!”

n“Alright!”

nDao Lord Lan Yue nodded. “I’m relieved that you made that promise.”

nThe doubtful gazes and voices gradually faded.

n“Given Ye Tiancheng’s reputation, status and position, I believe that he won’t go back on his word on a promise like that!”

nPerfected Lord Lan Yue surveyed her surroundings and rested her gaze on Su Zimo for a moment before saying slowly, “If anyone has any more doubts, it will just be their pettiness at work!”

nHer tone was heavy and it was clear that she was warning Su Zimo.

nAs though he could not tell, Su Zimo chuckled and asked indifferently, “Since you want to give a connate Perfected Lord Dharmic weapon, why wait till the future?”

n“Ye Tiancheng, given your reputation, status and position, it can’t be possible that you don’t even have a single connate Perfected Lord Dharmic weapon in your possession, right?”

nEveryone was secretly impressed.

nThat statement was no less than a divine weapon and it was almost as though Perfected Lord Lan Yue’s words were returned to Ye Tiancheng.

nFurthermore, it sealed his escape route!

nEveryone knew that Ye Tiancheng was the number one of the Phenomenon Ranking and was known as the number one Perfected Lord. With a behemoth like Chaos Essence Sect backing him, there was no way he did not have a connate Perfected Lord Dharmic weapon!

nHowever, possessing one was one thing; giving it away was another.

nThere were many paragons present – which of them would be willing to give away a connate Perfected Lord Dharmic weapon if they had one right now?

nYe Tiancheng could no longer pretend as his expression darkened.

nSu Zimo smiled and asked again, “Why? You can’t bear to?”

nIt was a simple question but Ye Tiancheng felt so terrible that he wanted to vomit blood!

nHe could not answer!

nIf he said he was willing, he would have to take it out right now.

nIf he said that he could not bear to part with it, where would his sincerity be then?

nThat promise earlier would become nothing but a joke as well!

nYe Tiancheng stood up slowly and no longer hid the killing intent in his heart. He released a tremendous might and asked coldly, “Who are you?”

nEveryone could tell that Ye Tiancheng was losing control.

nIn truth, it was not just Ye Tiancheng – even Dao Lord Lan Yue was feeling restless.

nRight now, she really wanted to chase that green-robed cultivator of Hundred Refinement Sect out.

nHowever, to her dismay, the green-robed cultivator did not do anything out of line the entire time and she could not find a reason for it!

nSu Zimo ignored Ye Tiancheng’s threat and turned to look at Dao Lord Lan Yue. “Let’s take a step back. Even if he can take out a connate Perfected Lord Dharmic weapon, what does it prove?”

n“Can it prove that he’s true towards Leng Rou? Or can it prove that he’s honest and has no ulterior motives?”

nPerfected Lord Lan Yue said slowly, “At the very least, it can prove Ye Tiancheng’s sincerity and prove that he’s qualified and worthy of my disciple!”

n“Haha!”

nSu Zimo burst into laughter and slapped his storage bag, retrieving a cold, long sword.

nBuzz!

nThe sword quivered and released six bedazzling lights with a domineering sword qi!

nSix Dharmic patterns, a connate Perfected Lord Dharmic weapon!

n“How rare are connate Perfected Lord Dharmic weapons?”

nSu Zimo placed the sword on the tea table beside him casually and said with indifference, “I can give this sword to Leng Rou right now. Will it prove my sincerity and prove that I’m qualified?”

nThe crowd was in an uproar and everyone was excited, waiting to watch the show!

nWhat was going on? Someone was fighting for the marriage with Ye Tiancheng?

nFurthermore, this action was a merciless slap to Ye Tiancheng’s face!

nThe situation was getting more complicated.

nEven though Little Fatty did not know who that green-robed cultivator was, he was grinning from ear to ear as he remarked hurriedly, “Man, bro! You’re way too sincere!”

n“Some people haven’t even shown a single thing despite their claims the entire time. Unlike you, you’re truly straightforward! I’m definitely going to befriend you!”

nLittle Fatty gave Su Zimo a thumbs up and did not forget to mock Ye Tiancheng.

nYe Tiancheng stood at the side, his face alternating between shades of green and purple as his lungs nearly exploded from anger!

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