Legend of Sword King

The elite cultivator reached out and grabbed toward Cheng Qing's shoulder. He originally wouldn't make a wrong move, but after landing, he actually grabbed nothing! The shoulder that was in front of him just now seemed to have moved backwards by a tiny bit in the blink of an eye, but the movement was so indistinct that even the elite cultivators couldn't tell whether Cheng Qing had moved or not.    

    

This caused the elite cultivator to be shocked, but most of the time, he became angry out of embarrassment. After all, with so many people watching, he had just boasted about how powerful he was.    

    

"Kid, don't run!" With this, he used all of his strength to grab at Cheng Qing. With his cultivation at the fifth level of the Xumi Stage, he didn't have any leeway left. If Chen Qing's cultivation was low, then with a single strike, his shoulder blade would have been broken.    

    

Seeing how unreserved the other party was, Cheng Qing was also a bit angry. He had never been a merciful person, and there was no reason not to be angry. After dodging his captures once again, he was ready to teach the other party a lesson.    

    

However, at this moment, the elite cultivator was suddenly stopped by his companion. It was a grey robed man with an ordinary expression. "This kid is not simple. If he continues to cause trouble, you will not have a good ending!"    

    

Upon hearing these words, a hint of astonishment flashed across the elite cultivator's eyes. If not for his companion's excellent eyesight, he would have thought that the other party was just slapping him. From the looks of his clothes, he does not seem to be a descendant of a noble family! "    

    

To the bounty hunters, there were only two types of people that they could not afford to offend. One was people stronger than themselves, while the other was people with outstanding family backgrounds. In the eyes of the elite cultivators, Cheng Qing clearly did not belong to these two types of people.    

    

"Let's hand over our military merits first!" The gray-robed man pulled the elite cultivator along.    

    

The elite cultivator stared at Cheng Qing with an indifferent look. He felt very embarrassed for not taking Cheng Qing down in front of everyone. He said in a low voice, "Kid, be careful of your head!"    

    

Cheng Qing glanced at him and said, "One more word from you and I will make sure you move your head!"    

    

"You …" The elite cultivator was about to fly into a rage, but when he saw Cheng Qing's gaze, he felt a chill in his heart. It was a pair of eyes that looked at the dead, filled with incomparable confidence.    

    

The vigorous cultivator and the grey robed man quickly recorded the military merits. Their results were not bad; they had handed over a fifth level Sumeru Realm martial artist, two fourth level Sumeru Realm martial artists, and several Sumeru Realm wolfman's military merits. In Mount Qilian, the chances of being able to kill a wolf hunter of the fifth level of the Xumi Stage or above were extremely small. Basically, only the five great families, three great sects, or a team of bounty hunters with a famous name would have such a chance.    

    

The two of them had killed a Sumeru Stage Fifth Stage wolfman, and if there were no surprises, it would attract a wave of praise. After all, the two of them were only at the fifth level of the Xumi Stage.    

    

Receiving the praises from the crowd, the elite cultivator glanced at Cheng Qing complacently. With a swipe of his hand across his neck, the threat and display of strength could not be more obvious.    

    

Cheng Qing didn't even bother to pay attention to him. After their military merits had been paid, it was Cheng Qing's turn. He took out the Heaven and Earth Pouch and opened it, opening and opening it. He began to pour out items. Countless wolfwalker ears and magical artifacts poured out like a torrential flood.    

    

A collective gasp could be heard in the hall. All the soldiers and cultivators stopped what they were doing and looked at Cheng Qing with widened eyes, as if they were looking at a ghost.    

    

In Cheng Qing's Cosmic Bag, there was a stack of proof for the military exploits. It didn't stop for a while and soon became a small mountain. A pin drop could be heard in the hall. There was only the sound of heavy breathing and the sound of various military exploits landing on the ground.