Chapter 435 - Swordlord Ming Xing Is Angry (1/2)

Swordlord Ming Xing and his disciples finally arrive at the town.

Having asked a cultivator randomly, he learns that the auction is over.

It also means that the fair has been almost over. Luckily, it has not been too long.

He is stopped again after he takes a few steps forward.

“Hello. Have you seen a man wearing a Doraemon mask?”

Swordlord Ming Xing frowns with coldness crossing his look, “Go away.”

“Ahem! How can you be so rude?”

“How dare you! Do you know who you are talking to?” One of Swordlord Ming Xing’s disciples walks forward immediately. Judging from his facial expression and tone, he acts just like a lackey of a rich young master and also speaks his symbolic lines.

“Oh? How about telling me who he is?” A young man walks a few steps forward and says.

“Hum. This is Swordlord Ming Xing of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect!” The disciple says proudly.

“The Xiaoshan Sword Sect?”

Hearing the name, a lot of people around are intrigued with red eyes.

The young man bursts into laughter, “I was wondering why you were so arrogant. It turns out that you are from the Xiaoshan Sword Sect! Good. Very good!”

Even an idiot can see the angry facial expression of this man.

Those who don’t know the reason must think that the Xiaoshan Sword Sect holds great grudge against him. Maybe his father is murdered by the Xiaoshan Sword Sect people.

The surrounding people all quickly get together.

More and more people converging on this place. In the end, the place becomes so crowded.

The young man standing before Swordlord Ming Xing is the one who leads a bevy of people to chase after Gao Ge.

Unexpectedly, they don’t find Gao Ge but Swordlord Ming Xing and his disciples.

In his eyes, it doesn’t make any difference.

Now the man is gone now. The Xiaoshan Sword Sect people must know about his whereabouts.

Moreover, he claims that he is the chief disciple of Swordlord Ming Xing.

Hum.

As a saying goes, one will search high and low only to find it when one least expects to!

A lot of people gather around him.

These people hold the same purpose as him.

The square-faced man is damned rich but these people are much aware who they can mess with and who they cannot.

However, they haven’t realized that Swordlord Ming Xing is also a cultivator at the realm of Master.

Or they have realized that but they are still bold enough to stand here as they exceed in number.

More people, more guts.

The four words are quite reasonable.

“Do you hold deep hatred against us Xiaoshan Sword Sect?” Swordlord Ming Xing takes a deep breath and asks in a stern voice.

“Hum. I am bothered to talk that much.” The young man snorts and says, “Hand over your chief disciple to me. That settles it.”

“My chief disciple?” Swordlord Ming Xing is shocked and asks, “What do you mean?”

“What do you mean by asking that? How can you turn a deaf ear to the auction thing? Without you, how can your chief disciple be so bold and arrogant? Hum. Xiaoshan Sword Sect? The first-class school in the field of immortal cultivation? How great! How arrogant!” The young man says sneeringly.

His words are full of disdain for the Xiaoshan Sword Sect.

Now even Swordlord Ming Xing, let alone the ordinary disciples, is furious.