C1117 Stupid
C1117 Stupid
There were even more people who were making sarcastic remarks.
It was said that thousands of geniuses were involved in this mission.
On the other hand, there were only a few dozen people who succeeded.
Even the Ink Splitting Holy Brush arcane dust had a comrade who failed to obtain the qualifications to enter cupola.
Furthermore, Han Chen's group's overall strength was not something to look at. No one would believe that a dozen of them would be able to complete the mission.
"Ha ha!" The corner of Han Chen's mouth raised into a faint smile, and then, he took out a dozen purple crystals, and threw them towards the altar.
"Buzz buzz!"
The purple crystal made contact with the light screen, and a circular ripple appeared on the golden screen. With a slight tremble of space, a dozen purple crystals immediately disappeared.
Immediately after, a thin layer of silver radiance appeared on Han Chen and the rest's bodies.
On top of the cupola, there were astonishingly more than a dozen exquisite cushion.
"Boom!"
In an instant, the entire hall was silent.
A thunderous rumble seemed to echo in the minds of everyone present.
Guan Yueyue, Chai Shiqi, Shi Gongliang, and Luo Sheng looked at the silver light coming out of their bodies in amazement. It was like the bright moonlight was shining down, just like the people who had successfully ascended the stage.
"Really, really?" Chai Shiqi muttered involuntarily.
Even the little overlord Zhao Qi, who was on the surface of the cupola, Xigu Qingmei, and Soul-Splitting Bell were shocked. Their gazes towards Han Chen and the rest were filled with disbelief.
"Everyone must be dumbfounded!" "Hum, hum, hum!" Di Xing Hu, who was standing in the center of the scene, said with a complacent look on her face as she shook her small fist.
"Exactly!" The Baize agreed, "This is called rich."
The looks of contempt in the surrounding people had long since changed to shock, and within that horror, there was also endless envy.
"All of you, go up!" Han Chen said to the people around him.
"En!"
Everyone was already extremely excited. They couldn't hold back their excitement as they passed through the golden light screen one after another and successfully ascended to the high platform. They then sat down on the empty praying mat cushions.
"Who is that?" "Wait a moment."
Just as Han Chen was about to step into the cupola s, a loud voice came out from nowhere.
Everyone was startled, only to see Ji Jingsheng who was seated next to the ink brush arcane dust standing, and walking slowly towards Han Chen.
Xie Qufeng, Li Mao, Guan Yue Xing and the others could not help but turn serious, as they had the intention of deceiving the other party.
Ji Jingsheng walked in front of Han Chen with a smile on his face, and said, "What you threw out just now was the Purple Heart Glass, right? I wonder if you still have this thing on you? "
"Yes." Han Chen replied indifferently.
"Ke ke, can you give me one?" Ji Jingsheng immediately stated his purpose of visit. With a move of his palm, a scroll appeared in his hand. I will not take your things for free. This martial skill will be used as an exchange. "
With this said, the crowd suddenly burst into an uproar.
Anyone with eyes would be able to see that although Ji Jingsheng looked to be well-informed, he was actually bullying others.
Under these conditions, the value of a Purple Heart Glass was not something that an ordinary martial arts scroll could compare with.
Moreover, cupola's mission reward was a middle grade Divine Ranked Martial Technique or higher cultivation technique.
Ji Jingsheng's' bullying 'was just too obvious.
But, because of Ji Jingsheng's power, everyone could only suppress their words in their hearts, and did not dare to say it out loud.
"What is it? "You don't want to?"
Seeing that Han Chen did not reply, Ji Jingsheng revealed a teasing smile. This was not a negotiation transaction at all, but a mandatory transaction.
Han Chen indifferently glanced at the martial skill scroll in his opponent's hands, then chuckled and casually took out a Purple Heart Glaze.
"Hehe, thank you!" Ji Jingsheng directly took the Purple Heart Glass into his hands, and then passed the martial skill scroll in his hands to Han Chen. But before Han Chen could receive it, Ji Jingsheng had let go of his hand.
"Ta!"
The scroll gently fell onto the counter and rolled a few times on the ground before stopping.
Ji Jingsheng pretended to be apologetic, but he still had a smile on his face, and said: "I'm really sorry, I couldn't hold on tight. It seems like I have to trouble you to pick it up yourself."
Insult, naked insult.
This was going too far, Ji Jingsheng's actions was going too far.
On the cupola, Xie Qufeng, Feng Yunu and the rest all revealed looks of anger.
In the arena, the expression of the Baize darkened. As soon as Han Chen opened his mouth, he would attack without hesitation.
The crowd present were all angered by Ji Jingsheng's actions.
Exchanging a normal Martial Skill Scroll for a Purple Heart Glass was already a huge advantage, and he actually used such a method to humiliate Han Chen. This kind of behavior, really made people angry.
However, there were also a small number of people who took joy in Han Chen's misfortune. After all, Han Chen had accomplished his task beyond his expectations, causing many people who were jealous of him to feel jealous.
Thinking about it, that Ji Jingsheng had only used this kind of method to provoke others because he was also a little jealous of Han Chen.
Zhao Qi, Li Qingming, and Tan Zhong all looked at him coldly.
arcane dust gently waved the fan in his hand, and a smile that was not a smile appeared on his face. There was no way to stop Ji Jingsheng's actions.
And just when Ji Jingsheng thought that he had successfully 'exterminated' Han Chen, and was about to turn around and leave. An unexpected scene occurred.
Han Chen did not even spare a glance at the martial skill scroll on the ground and laughed lightly without showing any anger, "It's just a mere piece of Purple Heart Glazed Glass, it's not worth much to me. Your esteemed self does not need to value this worthless thing so much, nor do you need to use any martial skills to exchange for it.
"What did you say?" Ji Jingsheng frowned.
"Hehe, it's nothing. It's just a piece of Purple Heart Glazed Glass. There's nothing wrong with it."
With that, Han Chen walked forward by himself, openly walking towards cupola, as if his state of mind was not affected in the slightest.
Seeing this scene, the audience was even more astonished.
He didn't expect that Han Chen's few casual words would be able to resolve the awkwardness in front of him.
Especially that sentence, 'It's just Purple Heart Glazed, it's not worth anything at all, so I'll just treat it as a gift for you.' Giving something of no value to someone else, wasn't that an insult?
Han Chen's retaliation caused him to involuntarily sink into an 'awkward' state.
Without waiting for the latter to retaliate, Han Chen immediately flung him in the back, ignoring him. In an instant, he had reversed the situation.
"Hehe, interesting." The little overlord Zhao Qi rubbed his chin and said with a faint smile.
Li Qing's blue eyes rippled slightly, but her face was expressionless.
Ji Jingsheng's expression unconsciously darkened, as a hint of anger flashed past his eyes.
"Shocking." At this time, arcane dust, who had been silent the entire time spoke calmly, "Time is almost up. Give the Purple Heart Glass to 'Shuiyue'!"
Shui Yue was the arrogant woman who came along with the two arcane dust brothers.
At this moment, she was still on the back of the giant eagle that was high up in the sky. The reason why Ji Jingsheng wanted to make things difficult for Han Chen for no reason at all was also because of her.
"Yes sir!" Ji Jingsheng nodded, then greeted the woman called Shuiyue and sent her into the cupola.
Very quickly, the number of people on the cupola was fixed.
Over 60 geniuses were all seated on prayer mats on the stage. The distance between people was about seven or eight meters. It was arranged in an orderly manner.
Most of the people had excited expressions on their faces.
Because of the small incident just now, many people had noticed Han Chen, and that included the third prince of Jin Yan Dynasty, Tan Zhong.
"Hey!" Tan Zhong squinted his eyes, with a hidden chill between his brows.
"Rumble!"
Suddenly, a chaotic stream of air attacked between the heavens and the earth.
Everyone raised their heads to look at the sky, only to see that the cloudless sky had suddenly turned dark. Black clouds gathered in the sky, lightning could be vaguely seen.
"Rumble!"
Immediately after, the three stone doors facing cupola started to shine brilliantly, the mysterious runes on the doors became even more resplendent.
The light that was released shot up into the sky like a divine beam of light.
An ancient and majestic aura swept through the entire arena like a tidal wave.
Amidst the envious gazes of everyone present, the cushions of the sixty odd people on top of the cupola began to emit a soft golden luster.
Dots of light lingered around their bodies, and a voice that originated from the mysterious area traveled to their ears, as if calling out to them.
"Have you started distributing rewards?"
"He probably needs to comprehend it on his own."
"I wonder which lucky geniuses will be able to comprehend a high-grade Divine level martial art?"
The crowd discussed in hushed voices. Everyone knew that any high-grade divine level martial art was a fortuitous treasure for a genius of various ranks.
Even the top sects and famous clans of the five continents didn't necessarily have the qualifications to practice a high-grade Divine level martial skill.
Even the Sacred Gate, which was as strong as the leader of the Central Stars, had their own overlord level Nine Heavens Pavilion s, Illusory Sky Sect s, and so on. Only the elite disciples were able to see a high grade Divine Ranked Martial Technique.
That was the reason why so many geniuses had gathered on the Soaring Sky platform today.
Han Chen's position was on the left side of cupola.
When the glow from the praying mat hovered around his body, a strange sound echoed in his mind.
The sound was like a bell, yet it was also like a flute, a flute, but also like a zither …
All sorts of mixed sounds rang out, like the summons that came from crossing mountains and rivers, tracing back to the jungle and valleys.
Han Chen's consciousness was being carried away from another world, and gradually, it became fuzzy!