"Report to the Lord of the City, it's not Jiang Yujie!"
"This person is not from our Tianniu tribe yet!"
Hearing Han Jin's words, the Han Cheng disciple who reported the news quickly answered without any hesitation.
"It's not Jiang Hai, nor Jiang Yujie, then who is this person?"
"By the way, what did you say this person said just now?"
Han Jin's eyes were full of doubts.
Regarding this young man, Han Jin felt curious.
"He said... He said he asked you to..."
"Let the city lord go out in person...kneel down and greet him!"
The Han Cheng disciple's body trembled even more when he said this.
But facing the Hancheng City Lord in front of him, he didn't dare not say anything.
"Go out and kneel down to greet him?"
"It's really ridiculous. This city lord is the 105th city lord of Han City. He, a small city lord of Licheng, dares to ask this city lord to kneel down and greet him?"
"I want to see who this is, so arrogant!"
Hearing this, Han Jin's eyes suddenly shrank, and a cold light flashed away.
Immediately, Han Jin's figure flashed and disappeared directly.
As Han Jin left, the Han Cheng disciple breathed a sigh of relief.
When he appeared again, Han Jin's figure had appeared in front of the gate of Han City.
As soon as he appeared, looking at the scene in front of him, a solemn look appeared on his face.
"Boss, that person should be the city lord of Hancheng!"
As if he had discovered something, Xiaojiao's figure flashed and appeared on Mo Wentian's shoulder. He looked at Mo Wentian and said with a twinkling light in his eyes.
"Here he is, and he hasn't shown up yet!"
“I think you’re just shy of being the lord of Han City!”
Looking around, Mo Wentian's eyes fell on Han Jin.
Looking at Han Jin, Mo Wentian raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and an evil smile spread.
"The Lord of the City is here!"
"Greetings to the Lord of the City!"
"Greetings to the Lord of the City!"
…
As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, figures one after another came back to their senses, looked at Han Jin in the corner in front of the city gate, and quickly knelt down.
As these figures came one after another, Han Jin had nowhere to hide, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.
The next moment, he could only stand out from the crowd.
"Who came to Hancheng to cause trouble?"
Han Jin looked at Mo Wentian, who was standing at the front of the Licheng disciples, and said with a cold face.
"It's this emperor!"
"You are so shy, I am not here to make trouble. I am here this time to borrow something from you!"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian took a step forward without any hesitation and stood up directly.
Looking at Han Jin, his eyes were full of coldness and arrogance.
"Boy, who are you talking about?"
"You come to borrow something from this city lord, so you have to have an attitude of borrowing something?"
"But you brought so many people here with the attitude of borrowing something?"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, a flash of anger instantly rose in Han Jin's eyes.
"You are so shy, I am here to borrow the artifacts and elixirs in your treasure house for use!"
"In a word, you can borrow it or not!"
Mo Wentian looked at Han Jin, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and his voice was full of coldness.
"Boy, if you want to borrow something from Hancheng, you have to tell me who you are?"
Hearing this, Han Jin couldn't help clenching his hands into fists, and his joints couldn't help creaking. His cold eyes became even colder when looking at Mo Wentian.
"You alone don't deserve to know who this emperor is!"
"This emperor will give you another chance. Will you borrow the artifacts and elixirs in your treasure house or not?"
A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian looked at Han Jin, his eyes full of cold pride.
"Boy, you are just an ant in the early stage of a little king!"
"But my city lord's cultivation has reached the peak of the Heavenly King. If you still want something from the treasure house of Duohan City, I think you are dreaming!"
Han Jin's eyes froze slightly, and when he saw Mo Wentian's cultivation, the corner of his mouth raised a curve full of contempt.
"A shy turtle, do you dare to make a bet with me?"
As if he remembered something, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with light, and then he raised a sly arc at the corner of his mouth and said indifferently.
"bet?"
"What bet?"
Han Jin was stunned for a moment, came to his senses, and blurted out almost subconsciously.
"You fight with me, and if I win, you will lend me all the things in your Hancheng treasure house to Licheng!"
"But if I lose, then I will give all of my Licheng to you!"
Mo Wentian looked at Han Jin, his eyes flashed, and he said indifferently.
Although Han Jin, the city lord of Han City, has reached the peak of the Heavenly King, his aura is very unstable.
It can be seen from this that he must have just made a breakthrough not long ago.
In fact, for the current Mo Wentian, let alone the peak of the Heavenly King, even if it is the perfection of the Heavenly King, it would be easy for Mo Wentian to kill him.
"If we lose, all of us in Licheng will be conquered by Hancheng? Isn't this a big bet, Lord Emperor?"
"What are you afraid of? Although the emperor's cultivation is only at the early stage of the Heavenly King, the emperor's strength cannot be measured by his cultivation!"
"That's right, City Lord Jiang Hai is a lesson learned from the past!"
"Landing into the hands of our emperor, Han Jin seems to have failed today!"
…
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, the disciples in Licheng couldn't help but start talking.
"What? This kid actually wants to fight the city lord. Is he crazy?"
"His cultivation is at the early stage of a Heavenly King, but our City Lord's cultivation has reached the peak of a Heavenly King. He overestimates his ability and wants to fight the City Lord. I think he is looking for death!"
"I think the city lord can kill this kid in just three moves!"
"This kid is probably going to die here today. According to what he said, if he loses, all of Licheng will belong to Hancheng!"
…
As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, countless Hancheng disciples started talking with excitement.
They looked at Mo Wentian as if they were watching a funny joke. Some warriors couldn't help laughing wildly.
"Boy, do you really mean what you say?"
Listening to the discussions among Han Cheng's disciples, Han Jin's eyes were full of confidence.
The next moment, he looked at Mo Wentian and said with a cold face.
"You're such a shrinking turtle, I don't need to lie to you!"
Mo Wentian looked at Han Jin, and the curve of his mouth became more intense, but his eyes were filled with contempt.
"Boy, don't be too arrogant!"
"This city lord will definitely let you know the price of arrogance later!"
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Han Jin frowned, and the anger in his eyes was undisguised.