This person was none other than Yi Ming, the patriarch of the foreign tribe. He originally thought that the last picture of the dragon reaching the sky must belong to him.
His alien tribe even made a plan to lead the four of them to the Holy Land of Martial Arts, but unexpectedly, Mo Wentian actually divided the last picture of the Divine Dragon into the Sky into four places in exchange.
This strange sound is naturally something that ten thousand people don’t want to do!
"Unkind?"
"If you feel unkind, you can choose not to exchange. There are many people who want this quota!"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian grinned slightly and said with an evil smile.
Mo Wentian didn't have the slightest favorable impression of this foreign race's strange noise.
If this person is willing to change, he can change. If he doesn't change and still finds trouble, Mo Wentian won't mind and will deal with him directly.
"Asking the Emperor of Heaven, you..."
Looking at Mo Wentian, Yi Ming had a murderous intention in his eyes.
"Boss, this person has such a violent temper. It seems that he is very dissatisfied with your actions!"
Xiaojiao looked at this scene, his figure flashed, and he came to Mo Wentian's side, and said with a flash of light in his eyes.
"Are you dissatisfied with this emperor?"
"Yi Ming, Xiaojiao said that you are dissatisfied with this emperor. Is this true?"
"If you are dissatisfied with this emperor, you might as well say it directly. I am very easy to talk to!"
After listening to Xiaojiao's words, Mo Wentian's eyes fell on Yi Ming.
The curve of the raised corner of his mouth became a little more intense.
"No... no!"
"Master Wentian Emperor, I, a foreigner, only want to exchange for a place. One place is enough. I also hope that Lord Wentian Emperor you can fulfill it!"
He couldn't explain why, but when Mo Wentian's eyes glanced at him, Yi Ming felt an extremely cold chill sweeping towards him.
His body couldn't help but tremble.
What's more, a bad premonition arose in Yi Ming's heart.
Although Mo Wentian had a smile on his face, he always felt that there was a knife hidden in Mo Wentian's smile, and that knife was enough to kill him.
In an instant, his original dissatisfaction with Mo Wentian completely subsided.
Looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes instantly became respectful.
"Want a spot?"
"But I don't want to give you this quota!"
Mo Wentian's expression suddenly turned cold, and his deep voice became even colder.
The strange sound in front of me, even if I gave him the last spot, I'm afraid he wouldn't be happy if he was in the passage.
Why should he cause trouble for himself!
"Not... not to me?"
"Mo Wentian, I have given you face, but you are still willing to give me a place from a foreign race?"
"When you go to the Celestial Realm, won't you worry about your Heaven-Devouring Kingdom?"
Upon hearing that Mo Wentian would not redeem the last quota to him, Yi Ming instantly became angry.
Looking at Mo Wentian, a terrifying killing intent suddenly rose in his eyes.
If looks could kill, Mo Wentian had been beheaded countless times.
"Worried about my Heaven-Devouring Kingdom?"
"Yi Ming, it seems you are threatening this emperor?"
His eyes suddenly shrank, and an extremely cold chill spread out from Mo Wentian's body.
At the same time, the aura on Mo Wentian's body also surged rapidly.
Waves of king-like pressure burst out violently in an instant, heading towards the strange sound.
"What a terrifying power!"
"The Lord Wentian is angry!"
"Did Yiming's head get squeezed by the door? How dare he speak like this in front of the Emperor Wentian!"
"If you dare to threaten the Emperor of Heaven, I think Yi Ming will die today!"
"Fortunately, we knew each other and got this spot in exchange!"
…
Feeling the terrifying pressure, more than a dozen figures in Youlong Palace instantly started making noise.
At this moment, they just felt extremely lucky that they had changed their places in Mo Wentian's hands.
"Hiss, hiss..."
The king-like pressure came over, and Yi Ming's body couldn't help but tremble.
His knees were even more unsatisfactory at the moment, and he wanted to kneel down directly to Mo Wentian, but Yi Ming still held on forcefully.
"Boss, this old bastard can be dealt with by me!"
"Why do you need to do it yourself!"
But at this moment, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and landed on Mo Wentian's shoulder, asking for help.
"Um!"
"That's fine, your cultivation has just broken through, and this old bastard just wants to see how far your cultivation has reached!"
Mo Wentian nodded.
Xiaojiao's cultivation level has just broken through, and the strange sound in front of him shows that his cultivation level has reached the realm of the Emperor's Perfection. This kind of cultivation level can be used to see Xiaojiao's strength.
Seeing that Mo Wentian agreed, Xiaojiao's face lit up with joy.
The next moment, without any hesitation, the little dragon transformed into a thousand-foot dragon, standing proudly in the void.
At this moment, the dragon body of the little dragon is light blue. In the dragon palace, the light blue dragon body of the little dragon exudes an extremely cold chill.
"Master Xiaojiao, the cold is so terrible!"
"What kind of dragon is Mr. Xiaojiao? Why does he exude such a terrifying chill?"
"Master Xiaojiao is not from the Cold Dragon Clan, is he? No, the Cold Dragon Clan is not that strong!"
"Master Xiaojiao fights Yiming, there will be something exciting to watch!"
"I don't think Mr. Xiaojiao is Yi Ming's opponent. There is a family of witchcraft and strange beasts in Yi Ming's hands!"
…
Looking at the little dragon in the void, the warriors of the hidden race immediately started talking.
At this moment, in their hearts, they were still more optimistic about Wei Ming.
After all, it has been a long time since Yiming broke through to the Emperor's Consummation, and Yiming still has witchcraft and strange beasts in his hands.
This witchcraft beast has seriously injured even the strong men in the early stage of Tianzun.
"Little Jiao, be careful!"
Listening to the discussions, Mo Wentian quickly reminded Xiaojiao.
"Boss, don't worry!"
"Although this old bastard's strength is pretty good, he will definitely not be my opponent!"
Xiaojiao's face was full of confidence.
"This little dragon!"
Seeing Xiao Jiao's confident look, Mo Wentian's lips curled up slightly.
Although the Yi Ming's strength in front of him was already good, Mo Wentian knew very well that this Yi Ming would not be Xiaojiao's opponent.
It is precisely because of this that Mo Wen Tiantian felt free to let Xiao Jiao fight with him!
"Hoho..."
The next moment, terrifying dragon roars resounded in the void.
I saw the little dragon hovering in the void for a few weeks, and then stopped. The eyes looked at Yi Ming, and the killing intent in his eyes was extremely wanton.
At the same time, the aura on Xiao Jiao's body also surged rapidly.
"Little earthworm, what are you shouting about?"
"Do you think you will be my opponent?"
Looking at Xiaojiao, Yiming let out a long breath and said.
Although the words were spoken calmly, in reality, a sense of fear arose in Yi Ming's heart.