Urban Magic Eye

This is the sorrow of the weak. The world of cultivation. The strong were respected. The Cultivator's eyes were all focused on those who had a higher cultivation base than him or those who had the same cultivation base as him. As for those who had a weaker cultivation base than them, they were extremely disdainful. They wouldn't look at others in the eye.    

    

This was a cruel world with strict hierarchy. Anyone who tried to break this rule would have to pay a heavy price.    

    

When these cultivators found out that the person who interrupted their conversation was a Preliminary Period of Meditation cultivator, they were very unhappy. Someone said unhappily, "Where did this brat come from? There are no rules at all. The weakest cultivator here is at the late Qi Refining stage. There are also a few Great Perfection of Meditation warriors here. How can a Preliminary Period of Meditation junior like you have the right to speak?"    

    

"That's right!" One of the late stage Qi Refining Cultivator patted his butt and said, "There are a few Great Perfection of Meditation senior brothers here. We just need to listen to their arrangements. You, a little brat who has just entered the Preliminary Period of Meditation, just wait by the side. If you don't, you won't even know how you died. "    

    

Everyone scolded Lee Hao for a while, then they turned their eyes away, preparing to discuss what they should do next.    

    

"Cough cough!"    

    

Lee Hao coughed a few more times, interrupting the conversation of these people. This time, the Cultivator were unhappy, and someone immediately shouted angrily, "Brat, are you courting death?! Do you believe that grandpa will kill you now?"    

    

Lee Hao turned his eyes to the person who liked to be his elder. He was big and burly, and he looked fierce and fierce. There was also a malicious aura coming from his body. It could be seen that this person was not an easy person to deal with.    

    

Besides, this man was one of the few Great Perfection of Meditation warriors trapped in this place. He was the one who suggested joining hands to fight the enemy, but now, he was interrupted by Lee Hao again and again. He was extremely annoyed.    

    

When the other Cultivator heard this man's furious roar, a smile emerged on their faces. The longest time they had been trapped in this place was two days, and the shortest was a few hours. Their hearts were on fire, and they wanted to watch the show. It just so happened that they could relieve the frustration in their hearts.    

    

"Oh? Is that so?"    

    

Lee Hao's expression didn't change, but he had already announced the death penalty in his heart. He was worried that he wouldn't be able to find anyone to establish his prestige, but this person had delivered himself to his doorstep. He deserved to die.    

    

Lee Hao said coldly, "Since that's the case, I'll send you to the Western Paradise."    

    

"What?"    

    

The rough man was stunned for a moment. Then, he burst into laughter and said, "This is so funny! A Preliminary Period of Meditation junior actually said that he would send me to the Western Paradise? Hahaha!"    

    

This was the naked mockery of the rough man towards Lee Hao. Of course, he wasn't the only one laughing. The other twelve Cultivator laughed as well. They sized Lee Hao up as if they were looking at a fool.    

    

Someone even mocked, "This is the most overconfident words I've ever heard. It's absurd for a Preliminary Period of Meditation weakling to want to kill a person who has just stepped into the Foundation Establishment realm."    

    

Someone echoed, "Indeed, a Preliminary Period of Meditation warrior wants to cross three small realms to kill a Great Perfection of Meditation warrior. Only the core disciples of the top powers in Spirit Realm can do that. However, other people have been soaked in all kinds of herbs since they were young. When the Spirit Root appeared, he immediately started cultivating. When he reached this young man's age... Many of them are at the late Foundation Establishment stage or even Golden Core Period."    

    

"And this young man is only at the Preliminary Period of Meditation in his twenties. He must be a rogue cultivator. If a rogue cultivator wants to cross three small realms to defeat someone, he must be dreaming."    

    

These Cultivators didn't think highly of Lee Hao. They all thought that Lee Hao was an arrogant kid who didn't know his own limits.    

    

At this time, the rough man spoke once again. He sneered and said, "Alright, kid, I'll fulfill your wish."    

    

Before he finished speaking, the rough man had already taken out his magic treasure. It was a black three-foot-long Flying Sword.    

    

This sword looked ordinary on the outside, but once it appeared, it attracted everyone's attention. Some people who recognized it even cried out in alarm, "This is a high-grade magic treasure."    

    

High-grade magic artifact?    

    

The other cultivators also came to their senses. The way they looked at this sword was different, full of greed.    

    

There were many magic weapons in Spirit Realm, but according to the grade of the magic weapon, it could be roughly divided into four levels, the lowest magic weapon. Above them were spirit weapons, followed by magic weapons, and the highest level was a spirit treasure. And each level of magical equipment would be further divided into four levels. Lower, middle, upper, and top-grade.    

    

Magic treasures were the most commonly used magic treasures of low level cultivators in the Spirit Realm. Most of them were at the lower, middle grade, and high grade. However, it was very rare among rogue cultivators. Some of them were at the Foundation Establishment stage. They only used high-grade or supreme-grade magic tools. Now, a Great Perfection of Meditation rogue cultivator took out a high-grade magic tool. Of course, these people were envious.    

    

The rough man enjoyed the admiring gaze of the crowd and said proudly, "That's right. This is a high-grade magic tool. I spent a lot of money to buy it. There was a Ghost Stone in it that could capture one's soul. It was one of the high-grade magic tools. It is also one of the best. If it wasn't for the restriction of other materials, it would be one of the best. It's even possible to refine it into a supreme-grade magic tool."    

    

The thicker the man said, the more envious these people became. If he had a Great Perfection of Meditation cultivation base, most of them wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore and would want to kill him and steal his treasures.    

    

Killing someone to seize the treasure was a common thing in the Spirit Realm. As the saying goes, an innocent man would be punished for having a treasure, and that was the reason.    

    

The man didn't take out the black Flying Sword to show off, but to kill someone. Therefore, while enjoying the admiring gazes of the crowd, he also used the sword controlling technique.    

    

With the help of the coarse man's magic power, the tip of the black Flying Sword revealed a sharp edge. The sword was also trembling slightly, producing a buzzing sound.    

    

The rough man looked down on Lee Hao. How could he use his full strength? He just casually cast a few magic seals and shouted, "Go!"    

    

The black Flying Sword turned into a black ray of light after receiving the rough man's command. It shot forward at an incredible speed, like a shooting star.    

    

Seeing this scene, the surrounding Cultivator were secretly speechless. Someone even explained, "A high-grade magic tool really lives up to its reputation. Just a few hand seals can display the effect of a full force attack from a mid Qi Refining stage cultivator."    

    

These people nodded in agreement. The classification of magic tools largely depended on its power. The less magic power it used, the greater the power it could unleash, and the higher the grade of the magic tool.    

    

Suddenly, in the crowd of cultivators, someone cried out in alarm, "That kid couldn't have been scared silly, right?! Up until now, there was no reaction at all. "    

    

At this moment, the cultivator's eyes fell upon Lee Hao. Lee Hao stood with his hands behind his back. He didn't take out his magic treasure to fight the enemy, nor did he condense any defensive seal.    

    

"It's equivalent to the full-force attack of a mid Qi Refining stage cultivator. This man will die for sure. It doesn't matter whether he has any defense or not."    

    

A cultivator shook his head and sighed. At this moment, they thought that it was Lee Hao who gave up on healing and killed him.    

    

However, what happened next gave them a huge slap in the face. It made them understand that they had made a huge mistake.    

    

"Why did this happen?"    

    

At this moment, a question popped up in their minds. When the black Flying Sword was about to hit Lee Hao, it suddenly stopped.    

    

"He... He is the one who set up the formation!"    

    

Finally, some Cultivator understood the whole situation and angrily stared at Lee Hao.    

    

"So it's him!"    

    

Everyone seemed to have woken up from a dream and came to a realization. Only the person who set up the formation could control the power of the formation to deal with the enemy.