"That's...the imperial weapon?"

Han Shifeng was as stupid as a wooden chicken.

He couldn't believe his eyes. How long did this guy have been in before he successfully got the imperial weapon?

How is this... possible?

If this imperial weapon is so easy to pick up, how could no one have taken it away for so many years?

"He's out!"

"What is he holding in his hand? Is it an imperial weapon?"

The disciples of all races from all directions were stunned when they looked at it. They couldn't believe that this treasure that no one could obtain for thousands of years was so easily taken out by this guy.

How did this guy do it?

But soon, they had no time to think about this problem. They stared at the orb with only greed in their eyes.

That is an imperial weapon! The treasure that all cultivators dream of!

After Han Shifeng came to his senses, he also showed a look of greed, and even his breathing became a little rapid.

"My surname is Hu, hurry up! Give me the pearl!" He said anxiously, "I am helping you. With your strength, how can I keep this pearl? This will only harm you. Give me the pearl and I will go back and say good things to you!"

Then, he shouted to Sifang: "Don't think of robbing, the pearl belongs to me, Korean!"

"Huh! The surname of Han, didn't you say before, does this guy have nothing to do with your Han tribe? Why, it's related to you again now?" The Holy Son of Zhang tribe sneered.

"That's right, I don't think they are willing to give you the pearl! Why are you Han people's things?" Another Holy Son sneered.

"Hmph! I said there is one!" Han Shifeng snorted angrily, looked at Tang Hao again, and shouted bluntly, "Who is the surname Hu, why don't you hurry up and give me the pearl!"

As he said that, he rushed forward to get the orb.

"I got this, why give it to you! Are we very familiar with each other!"

Tang Hao stroked the bead in his hand and looked at him coldly.

"you……"

After hearing this, Han Shifeng couldn't help but be furious.

He took a deep breath, his chest fluctuated sharply, and his handsome face became even more distorted and became extremely ferocious.

"The surname is Hu, you are seeking death!" he said gritting his teeth.

"Haha! Han Shifeng, Han Shifeng, didn't you see that they don't want to pay attention to you?" The son of the Zhang clan sneered, and then he looked at Tang Hao and said, "Brother Hu, you have seen it too. This situation is very unfavorable to you..."

"Oh? Is that?"

Tang Hao looked at him and smiled playfully.

"Of course, look, you're only one person, so many of us, and there are more than a dozen holy sons! You won't think that you can escape from us with the treasure! So, for your safety, you'd better give me the treasure first! I swear in the name of the Zhang clan that I will definitely compensate you and will never treat you badly!"

The sage son of the Zhang clan is the way.

"Brother Hu, don't listen to him. The people of this Zhang clan are the most untrustworthy. Give me the pearl. I swear in the name of the Qian clan to ensure that you leave here safely and give you enough compensation!"

"Brother Hu, it's better to give it to me Yue clan!"

The other saints were not willing to be outdone and spoke out to win over them.

"Sorry! I'm not interested in either of you!"

Tang Hao said coldly.

"You...are such a big tone!"

"The surname is Hu, you are shameless!"

When the saints heard this, their faces changed, and they showed shame and annoyance.

They didn't even see a core disciple of the Hu clan. If it weren't for Baozhu, they wouldn't have called him Brother Hu and lowered their identities to win him over.

But this guy is so arrogant and he is so arrogant in front of them!

"The surname is Hu, don't blame us for being rude!"

"What are you talking nonsense? Kill him and take the orb! "

Their faces became gloomy and their murderous intent rose wildly.

The disciples of all races behind them also looked bad and were ready to take action.

"Hmm? Why do I think this guy looks familiar?"

Among these many holy sons, one of them never spoke up and kept looking at Tang Hao.

His eyes were suspicious, and he looked carefully up and down, back and forth.

He always felt that the guy in front of him was a little familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen him somewhere.

"Hu clan? I don't have an impression! I don't know which waste it is. Maybe it's a coincidence! This person just looks a little similar to the person I've seen before, so I have this illusion."

After thinking about it for a long time, he said to himself.

He also breathed a sigh of relief, felt relieved, and was ready to take action.

This imperial weapon must be obtained by his Wood Clan.

"This guy... is overestimating his abilities!"

In the Korean team, some disciples sneered.

That guy is just a core disciple, and I don’t know where the confidence comes from, so he dares to challenge so many holy sons!

"Look, this guy has no life to go back to the Korean tribe with us! Yutong, what's your vision? It's too bad! It's fine if this guy is not very strong, but the key is that he doesn't know himself yet!"

Han Ruyu laughed, not to mention how happy she was.

Han Yutong snorted lightly, but no response.

At this time, the saints looked at each other and took action at the same time.

Whoosh swish swish swish!

One by one, a series of figures rushed out and rushed towards the figure in white. The fairy light shone brightly on them. Some of them reached out and showed giant palms covering the sky, slapped forward, and some of them used robbery weapons and bombarded them.

"This guy is dead!"

The Koreans sneered, showing some pleasure on their faces.

With so many saints taking action together, how could this guy escape?

Hula!

The wind was flying, and the clothes were dancing wildly.

The figure in white stood there, facing the siege of more than ten holy sons, but was motionless. There was not even a ripple in the eyes, only peace and contempt.

He moved until the attacks were pressing closer, but he just raised his hand gently and pointed it out.

This finger was a little casual and light, as if it was useless.

Those Holy Sons and the disciples of all races who were watching around were laughing at them. Faced with the siege of so many Holy Sons, this guy did not run away and even pointed out such a finger. Did he want to use this finger to block so many of them?

This is really ridiculous!

But, the next moment, they could no longer laugh.

With the light fingers, the giant palms covering the sky and the robbers stopped, and even the holy sons stopped.

At this moment, it was like time stagnating and everything was frozen there.

Immediately afterwards, the giant palms shattered silently and turned into nothingness, and the robbery weapons were also darkened and were shocked to fly backwards.

And the saints all shook their bodies and their faces became a little pale.
Chapter completed!