1207: C1207 Who Dares to Bully My Disciple

C1207 Who Dares to Bully My Disciple

Who dares to bully my disciple?

"Fat Boy, you still have the nerve to call yourself the number one genius of Tool Refining Sect? His cultivation base is actually inferior to this guy." He casually threw the dumbfounded Bai Yuntian onto the ground, letting the kid talk to himself foolishly. Hsiang Yang turned his eyes to Fat Boy's son, Bai Yunfei, with a teasing smile on his face.

Fat Boy still had a gloomy expression in his heart. He looked at Hsiang Yang with a pleading look on his face, "Boss, you have to promise me that you can't kill anyone. Why don't you kill me first..."

At this moment, Fat Boy's heart was filled with regret. If he knew that Hsiang Yang was going to kill him, he wouldn't have called the people of Tool Refining Sect over even if he was beaten to death.

He remembered that he had thought that he was clever enough to trick his master to come here as soon as possible. In the end, if he came here to die...

Fat Boy's heart trembled. There was no longer a smile on his face. He could only blame himself and beg.

"Forget it, forget it. Since you protected me with your life just now, I'll just teach them a lesson." Hsiang Yang felt that it was enough to toy with Fat Boy, so he said with a smile.

"Really?" Fat Boy's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"It's up to you whether you believe it or not." Hsiang Yang rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. Fortunately, it was not impossible to save him. It was not really like there was a backbone in his brain. Since he knew fear, he wasn't a very cunning person. It wasn't as if they couldn't get along.

"I believe it. Of course I believe what Boss says. You're my boss." Fat Boy's facial expression changed too quickly. After Hsiang Yang agreed to it, he immediately smiled and returned the question to the one Hsiang Yang asked him. He looked at Bai Yuntian with disgust, who had turned into an idiot.

"Boss, you are comparing me to him. Isn't this deliberately trying to disgust me? This kid was able to condense a Golden Core, and he had already used up all of his strength to break his arm. Do you think he could cultivate to his current realm with his own strength? Anyone with discerning eyes could immediately tell that this kid was able to cultivate to the Late Period of Golden Core Stage because of some external force. I have truly cultivated myself step by step. Although I'm only a Middle Period of Golden Core , this kid... I can fight ten of them by myself."

" Do you think that your talent is very powerful? " Hsiang Yang asked with a smile.

If Fat Boy did not beg him like he did just now, Hsiang Yang would have seen that this guy was not a trap. Hsiang Yang would never be bothered to tell him so much. However... When the young man behind him was begging him in a panic not to hurt the people of Tool Refining Sect, Hsiang Yang felt that he could nurture this young man.

"Of course. My talent is extraordinary. How can an ordinary person compare with me?" Fat Boy said with a proud expression on his face.

"Then wouldn't you feel ashamed that you, as a 'genius', have lost your cultivation base to Bai Yuntian?" Hsiang Yang asked again.

"That's because this guy relied on external forces. I was able to cultivate on my own." Fat Boy retorted.

"If it was me, I don't care if he relied on external forces to improve himself or not. In any case, I have to make sure that I can cultivate step by step at the same time. I can't be surpassed by him because I am the strongest. No matter what methods he uses, he can't surpass me. With my own efforts, I'll definitely be able to surpass anyone. No matter if the other party has external help or not, it can't be an excuse." Hsiang Yang said with his hands behind his back.

At this moment, Hsiang Yang had a very strong confidence in himself. He had never lacked confidence in himself, even if the world was right in front of him. He was confident that he would be able to shatter the heavens with a single punch, and no one would be able to surpass him. He was confident that even if he was not as strong as some old monsters, he would not be able to defeat them. However, as long as he was given a little bit of time, he would be able to catch up.

He needed this kind of indomitable confidence to match Hsiang Yang, a true supreme monstrous genius.

"This... seems to make sense." After Fat Boy heard this, he was stunned for a moment. Then, he looked at Hsiang Yang. When he saw the confident look on Hsiang Yang's face, he seemed to have been influenced by Hsiang Yang. His heart trembled as he said, "Boss, I understand. Although my talent can't be compared with yours... I absolutely can't let Bai Yuntian be compared to me. Regardless of whether he relied on external means or not, he had yet to obtain the fortune of the Heavens and Earth. As for me, I have obtained the fortune of the Heavens and Earth. It's only right that I can surpass him with my own efforts. "

" Good boy, it's good that you understand. "

Hsiang Yang heard this and immediately smiled. He gently patted Fat Boy's shoulder. After thinking for a while, he took out a golden sword from the God Storage Ring. It was a supreme-grade spirit weapon grade divine sword that he had forged with the main branch of the Ancient Devil Tree when he was in Bloodline Cultivation World.

"Buzz..."

This was the first time Hsiang Yang had taken out a magic treasure that was refined from his bloodline world in this world. The moment this sword appeared, immediately, an incomparably powerful sword intent burst out. A golden sword Qi accompanied by a brilliant aura turned into a golden beam of sword Qi that shot into the sky.

At this moment, a storm was brewing in the void, bringing with it an incomparably powerful force that kept rolling.

"This... This is a supreme-grade spirit artifact?"

Fat Boy spat out a mouthful of saliva. His face was filled with disbelief as he looked at the golden sword in Hsiang Yang's hand.

This was a supreme grade spirit weapon. Even if Fat Boy was called a grandmaster in weapon forging, he still wouldn't be able to use it. However, the method he was most proud of could only be used to forge a low grade spirit weapon. And that was only because he was lucky enough to successfully refine it.

As for a top-grade spirit weapon, to him, it was something that he could only dream of. Even his master, the overlord of the Tool Refining Sect, could only refine a middle-grade spiritual weapon under normal circumstances. It was also because of his good luck that he was able to refine a High-grade Spirit Tool by chance. As for a supreme-grade spirit weapon, that was something that he didn't even dare to think about.

Although there were some supreme-grade spirit artifacts in the Dao Gate, they were all supreme treasures that had been passed down from the ancient times. All of them were in the hands of the major powers of the sect. Even if the Tool Refining Sect was a sect that started from refining weapons, they would still be in control of it. They must have more than one supreme grade spiritual weapon in their possession. However, all of them were under the control of the Sect Master. Fat Boy didn't even have the right to take a look at them.

At this moment, when Fat Boy looked over and saw the divine sword of this top grade spirit weapon, his heart trembled, and he stared blankly at the divine sword.1

"Do you like it?" Hsiang Yang asked with a smile.

"Yes, I do." Fat Boy kept nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice. He felt that Hsiang Yang was just talking nonsense. This was a divine sword of the supreme grade spirit weapon grade. Which cultivator wouldn't like it? Not to mention that he was a weapon refiner who loved magic treasures more than anything else. At this moment... His attention was attracted by the golden divine sword, a supreme-grade spirit weapon. He had no time to pay attention to Hsiang Yang.

"Do you want it?" Hsiang Yang asked again.

"Yes..." Fat Boy nodded habitually. After he recovered, he looked at Hsiang Yang in disbelief. "Boss, boss... What, what did you say?"

When he thought about how Hsiang Yang seemed to have the intention of giving him this top grade spirit artifact grade divine sword, Fat Boy's breathing suddenly became rapid. His heartbeat accelerated, and his face turned red. If it wasn't for the fact that he was a Golden Core Stage cultivator... At this moment, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to take it anymore because he was too excited.

"From now on, this sword will be yours." As Hsiang Yang said this, it was as if he was throwing trash. He casually stabbed the sword in front of Fat Boy, then looked at him with his hands behind his back.

"Argh..."

"Are... are you really going to give it to me?"

Fat Boy stared unblinkingly at the golden divine sword embedded in the ground. He stuttered as he spoke.

"If you don't want it, you can tell me. I won't force you." Although Hsiang Yang knew that Fat Boy liked this golden divine sword, he still couldn't help but smile and say.

"Who said I don't want it? I want it."

As Fat Boy spoke, he immediately stretched out his hand to grab the golden sword of this supreme grade spirit weapon. However... Just as his hand was about to touch the hilt of the golden sword, a golden sword energy burst out from the golden sword. It directly pierced through his palm.

"Ah..."

Fat Boy quickly retracted his hand and lowered his head to take a look. However, he found that his palm had been bleeding for a long time. Furthermore... As the sword qi of this supreme-grade spirit weapon was still lingering on the sword wound on his palm, not only did it not show any signs of healing, but also... On the contrary, the wound became bigger and bigger.

"Boss... I... I..."

Fat Boy wanted to cry but had no tears. He felt that he had really lost a lot of face. Hsiang Yang had already thrown this supreme grade spirit weapon divine sword in front of him, but his hand did not even have the ability to grab the sword hilt. The injury on his palm continued to expand under the influence of the sword Qi. The expression on Fat Boy's face became more and more helpless. He tried his best to urge his True Yuan to drive away the sword Qi in his palm, but he found that his True Yuan couldn't even move the sword Qi. When the sword Qi could even absorb his True Yuan to strengthen itself, he almost cried. He could only look at Hsiang Yang for help.

"Since I have already given you this sword, you should think of a way to get it. You are a man who is determined to become an Artifact Refining Grandmaster. If others knew that you can't even subdue a supreme grade spirit weapon... Wouldn't that be too embarrassing?" Hsiang Yang, on the other hand, still had his hands behind his back and ignored Fat Boy. Instead, he said with a mocking expression on his face.

"But, but the sword Qi of this divine sword is too strong. I can't do anything to it either..." Fat Boy almost cried, especially when he saw that the wound on his hand was still expanding. He felt worse and worse.

"Boss, please... If you don't do it now, my hand will be crippled..." Fat Boy looked at Hsiang Yang with pleading eyes. He was really about to cry. A supreme grade spirit weapon was right in front of him, but he couldn't even get close to it. His heart felt stifled.

"You know that your cultivation is lacking, right? If you do, then cultivate well in the future."

Hsiang Yang glared at him and took the opportunity to teach this kid a good lesson. However, when he was about to help Fat Boy get rid of the injuries on his hand... Just as he was about to help ___ subdue and refine this Spirit Sword, he heard an angry shout coming from the distant sky.

"Bastard! This old man is the Sect Master of the Tool Refining Sect, Bai Shenzong! Who dares to bully my disciple?!"

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