43: Dominate the Hanging Island

Money makes the world go round.

Forget Black Iron Grade forces.

Even their Bronze Grade forces would feel immense heartache if they suddenly threw out six Grade 2 Talismans.

These were all hard-earned Spirit Stones.

Six Grade 2 Talismans, at least a hundred Spirit Stones.

Does he have a mine at home?

Or, is the Cultivation of the Haoran Sect people simply trash, and they can only burn their family fortune to repel Xiong Badao?

Thinking of these two possibilities,

many of them looked towards the Haoran Sect with greed.

An innocent man is not guilty,

but possessing a treasure makes him so.

If you don't have the corresponding strength, yet you're rich, how can you not make others covet you?

"Revered Master's Talismans are so amazing."

Ji Yue'er had only seen Zhao Zhijing use a Grade 2 Talisman, the Thunder Flame Talisman, in Blackwind Ridge before.

However, the power of each of the six Talismans that Junior Brother Sword Dust used just now definitely surpassed the Thunder Flame Talisman that Zhao Zhijing used back then.

Xiao Hu blinked her bright, sparkling eyes and looked at Li Luo with adoration.

Thinking of the stack of Talismans in her arms, Xiao Hu felt a surge of happiness.

"High-grade Talismans, supreme-grade Talismans."

Others couldn't discern it.

However, Luo Qingcheng, as the Revered Master of Jubao Tower, naturally recognized the quality of these Talismans at a glance.

It was truly hard to imagine.

These Talismans were all made by the handsome young man in front of her.

He was truly a little Junior Brother who made one's heart flutter.

"Hehe, little Junior Brother is very cunning."

Luo Qingcheng whispered in Li Luo's ear.

Her voice was soft and tingling, making Li Luo's heart skip a beat.

This enchantress was truly smart.

Li Luo's intention was to not expose his strength at this moment, quietly hide his Cultivation, and then amaze everyone and shine brilliantly on the day of the Grand Competition assessment.

That kind of face-slapping was truly satisfying.

"Everyone, I am Yin Zhiping of the Bronze Grade force, Chang Sheng Sect. Just now, you used Talismans to injure Xiong Badao of the Ba Wang Sect. Your methods were truly too ruthless."

Just as Xiong Badao was twitching miserably,

a pale, beardless, and handsome young man walked out.

"Oh? Then what do you suggest we do?"

Li Luo glanced at Yin Zhiping.

This guy looked like a pretty boy, and his eyes kept scanning Ji Yue'er and Luo Qingcheng.

At a glance, he wasn't a good person.

Although Li Luo looked very young,

however, at this moment, Li Luo was speaking, and neither of the two beauties nor the black-clad swordsman who had just used the Talismans stopped him.

Vaguely, it seemed that this young man was their leader.

Although Yin Zhiping felt great disdain after sensing Li Luo's Body Refining Fifth Level Qi,

he still put on an air of elegance and grace, explaining, "Xiong Badao is a Genius of the Ba Wang Sect. After being severely injured, the Ba Wang Sect will definitely not let it go."

"You should know that the Ba Wang Sect has a Grandmaster level expert, and they are definitely not someone you can resist."

"Therefore, in my opinion, you should quickly apologize. I, Yin Zhiping, am not talented, but I can act as an intermediary."

"Perhaps, it can save your Haoran Sect from a disaster."

Yin Zhiping said.

At the same time,

his eyes looked towards Luo Qingcheng and Ji Yue'er.

However, he found that the two women didn't even look at him.

Instead, they both gazed affectionately at the young man in green who was talking to him.

This filled Yin Zhiping's heart with angry jealousy.

His gaze towards Li Luo also became a bit colder and more malicious.

"Oh. I understand. Even if we win, I still have to apologize and beg for their forgiveness, right?"

Li Luo's lips curled slightly upwards, forming a playful arc.

"Uh... you could say that. Don't bring a catastrophic disaster upon your Black Iron Grade force."

Yin Zhiping slightly emphasized his tone.

However, he seemed to be thinking for Li Luo and the others,

but his words were still full of condescension.

"Alas, how pitiful."

Below, beside the dilapidated thatched hut, a red-haired old man shook his head and sighed.

"Revered Master, why are you sighing?"

Beside the red-haired old man, a clear-faced young man asked.

"This Haoran Sect is too foolish. They don't even understand the principle of not flaunting wealth. I'm afraid they will be surrounded by wolves and devoured until not even their bones are left."

The red-haired old man said with a look of disdain.

"Revered Master is wise."

......

"Catastrophic disaster? I don't think so. If someone comes, we'll just beat them away, won't we?"

Li Luo said.

"Haha....."

Upon hearing this,

not only Yin Zhiping, but even some Cultivators watching the show around couldn't help but laugh mockingly.

How did this fool manage to have those two little beauties follow him?

And beat them away.

By relying on Talismans?

How many of those expensive items do you have?

Perhaps, even if you sold your mere Black Iron Grade force, the Haoran Sect, you wouldn't be able to buy many.

"Don't be ungrateful..."

Yin Zhiping's face turned slightly cold, and he was about to scold them.

"Pretty boy, get lost for Chicken Bro, alright? You're buzzing around like a fly."

At this moment, Little Black Chicken cursed.

"I..."

Yin Zhiping was about to shout.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."

In the next moment, he only felt a flash of light, and in front of him, four Talismans shot towards him.

Immediately, he was so scared that he scurried away with his head in his hands.

Even so, he was still blasted, his hair disheveled, his Daoist robe tattered, his face blackened, and he was in a sorry state.

"You all wait. You're not allowed to use Talismans on the battle stage. That will be your death day!"

Yin Zhiping directly fled.

The severely injured Xiong Badao also glared fiercely at Li Luo and the others before fleeing in a sorry state.

The Cultivators sneered endlessly.

They had offended two Bronze Grade forces, the Ba Wang Sect and Chang Sheng Sect, at once.

This mere Black Iron Grade force, the Haoran Sect, truly didn't know how to write the word 'death'.

"Everyone, please leave. This floating island isn't big, and our Haoran Sect has taken it over."

Just as their faces were filled with sneers,

suddenly, the young man in green, with a Little Black Chicken standing on his shoulder, walked out.

His tone was calm, but the words he spoke were incomparably domineering.

This floating island was at least several hundred square meters, and it had multiple rooms. There would definitely be no problem accommodating ten to twenty people.

This Body Refining Fifth Level waste actually spoke such arrogant words, wanting to monopolize this floating island?

Even the Ba Wang Sect just now didn't dare to do so.

Who gave him the courage?

"Kid, I advise you... Oh my god, run!"

A Cultivator was about to shout, but he saw several Talismans shooting directly towards him.

Immediately, he was so scared that he fled in a sorry state.

Wow.

"Holy cow, holy cow, holy cow."

In the next moment, the shock in everyone's hearts could only be expressed with these two words.

Because,

they saw that the black-clad young man silently pulled out a stack of Talismans from his arms, and whoever didn't run, he would throw a few at them.

How extravagant was this?

Clearing the area by burning money?

Many Bronze Grade forces were extremely angry. While fleeing, they all left harsh words.

The Cultivators on other floating islands looked towards Li Luo's side, showing mocking expressions.

This Haoran Sect was finished.

"Fellow Daoist, look, we are all Black Iron Grade forces, so we should naturally support each other. This floating island has many rooms. How about you share a few with our Revered Master and disciples?"

"Our Fenyan Valley would be eternally grateful."

Just now, the red-haired old man from below, with a group of disciples, jumped up.

"One word: Scram."