Chapter 840: Give Me Your Spot (2/2)

Huang Xiaolong chose a see for his turn After a rough calculation, according to the current registration processing speed, it would be his turn in about thirty days But he wasn't in a hurry, as there wereYang, Liu Yun, Chen Yang, and Qi Wen went to wait for Huang Xiaolong at the end of the square Thirty days would pass in the blink of an eye for cultivators like them

The days passed one by one

Soon, thirty days were gone and Huang Xiaolong glanced at the line in front of him There were about thirty-four people left until it was his turn, just a few hours left

Right at thisa short knife in his hand walked straight up to Huang Xiaolong

The younga top divine grade spirit stone at hihty tone, “Givedisciples waiting to register turned to look with anticipation for a good show

Huang Xiaolong looked at the wangu Clan disciple in the distance as responsible for keeping the lines orderly, noticing that he acted as if he did not notice the situation

Seeing this, how could he not knoas happening? Clearly, that wangu disciple had been bribed beforehand by this blue robed youngas a soft persimmon that he could squash as he liked Hence, he chose to snatch his spot in the long line

Huang Xiaolong looked at the top divine grade spirit stone in his hand, wanting to laugh Because he only had a cultivation at perfection stage late-Tenth Order God Realood choice to be bullied, thus the blue-robed younghih while holding the top divine grade spirit stone His forehead creased in a frown, growing iive the spot toXiaolong raised his head, flashi+ng that young rin, “Are we allowed to kill people inside the Aeon City?”

The blue-robed young man was stunned for a second, but quickly recovered A ht, as long as the person isn't fro iu Clan won't bother Therefore, even if I kill you, the wangu Clan will not bother to give you justice!”

Huang Xiaolong grinned widened, “I’ ’s fist punched out without the slightest force leaking out, calhi death, I…” Before that blue robed young man could finish his words, his face paled with horror Just as he wanted to retreat, it was already too late

Huang Xiaolong’s fist landed on his chest, and in the next second the younghis back

The surrounding disciples waiting to register were dumbfounded by what took place in front of the hGod Realle punch by a Tenth Order God Real they knew and believed

Huang Xiaolong glanced in the direction of several disciples not far from him that harbored ill-intentions, his voice cold, “Anyone else wants my spot?”

The several disciples looked away, avoiding Huang Xiaolong’s gaze

The wangu Clan disciple that was in charge of keeping order took a look at the blue-robed young round and walked over with deep furrows on his brows