I traveled through those days when I was the Dragon King

Chapter 242 Where is the Treasure?
"Fellow Daoist Wang, we meet again."

The young man who had received Wang Long greeted him with a smile. His name was Zhang Fan, and he was the one who led the cultivators of Ji Ming Sect this time.

In the past, Wang Long couldn't feel it at a low level of cultivation, but now he is a Daoist cultivator, and after a little sensing, he found that Zhang Fan's introverted aura is extremely strong, and he is also a Daoist cultivator, and his cultivation base is even higher than him.

"I know why you came here, but I said that there is no treasure here at all, and I haven't got it, will you believe me?" Wang Long said.

Ji Ming taught these men and women to look at Wang Long with an unkind expression. From their expressions, they knew that they didn't believe it at all.

"Haha," Zhang Fan said haha: "Why do fellow Taoists say such things?"

"Anyway, I didn't see any treasures. If you don't believe me, you can find them yourself." Wang Long said.

What he said made the disciples of Ji Ming Sect look even more unfriendly. Many people looked at him coldly and didn't take him seriously at all.

Wang Long also looked at them coldly, his attitude not weak at all.

He found that these cultivators were really not good people, and when there was no conflict of interest, they still greeted people with a smile on their faces.

Now as soon as they felt that there was a treasure on Wang Long's body, they all wanted to kill him with one knife and grab the treasure.

"Senior Brother Zhang, the treasure should be on him!" said a disciple.

He didn't believe what Wang Lung said at all, thinking that Wang Lung took the treasure and didn't want to hand it over.

"Before he taught other people's exercises, he must have obtained some great treasures. Otherwise, how did he, a person outside the sect, learn the exercises of our immortal cultivators?"

"Why don't we stop him first, and we'll find out if there are any treasures." Another disciple suggested.

Their opinions were very unified. Since Wang Long didn't want to hand over the treasure obediently, they searched for it by themselves.

"madness!"

Wang Long whispered, the attitude of these cultivators annoyed him.

"What do you mean? Who are you talking about?"

Immediately, a cultivator was displeased, and stepped forward to scold Wang Long.

"I'm talking about you," Wang Long pointed at him, and then at others: "And you, you, and you."

"You are all very stupid!"

"Bold! Little mortals dare to be so presumptuous!"

The first cultivator who stood up saw Wang Long being so angry immediately. He is a cultivator with strong spells. When can he be scolded like this by a mortal ant who doesn't understand anything?
An astonishing aura rose from his body, the strong wind swirled around him, and the huge aura directly pressed Wang Long away.

Not only him, but other Jiming cultivators also stared at Wang Long viciously.

How could such a large group of them be insulted by Wang Long today? They all wanted to teach Wang Long a lesson.

"and many more."

Although Zhang Fan stopped the disciples of the Ji Ming Sect, his expression was also not very good. Wang Long was scolding the members of their Ji Ming Sect.

It's just that he suppressed his anger for the sake of Ji Mingjiao's face and reputation.

"Why do fellow Taoists say that?" He looked at Wang Long and asked.

Wang Long was funny, they were aggressive and wanted to stop him and search him, and now he scolded them for being stupid and was questioned by them in turn.

Could it be that in the eyes of this group of cultivators, it was okay for them to bully Wang Lung, but it was not okay for Wang Lung to resist?
"You should blame me for calling you stupid!" Wang Long said, "Believe what other people say, and if I say the treasure is on you, shouldn't the rest of you suppress him and search him?"

Wang Lung pointed again at the man who jumped out earlier.

"you!"

Several cultivators taught by Ji Ming couldn't hold back their anger even more, and each of them was choked by Wang Long's words.

Wang Long's words exposed their shortcomings. When they heard the news that Wang Long had obtained the treasure, they did not doubt whether it was true or not, and they were indeed lacking in consideration.

Now that Wang Long said it, they will inevitably lose face.

And Wang Long added fuel to the flames, and continued, regardless of their face at all:

"Even a three-year-old child knows that what he hears may not be true. You are all grown-ups, how can you play with it better than children?"

"shut up!"

Immediately, the cultivator who jumped out first went berserk. His surname was Huang Mingchu, and he slapped Wang Long with a powerful aura.

This palm was his furious shot without any reservations.

The huge spiritual power palm is three meters high, and a thick white mist is scattered on the surface.

From this, it can be seen that Huang Chu's cultivation base is not low. Although he is not asking questions, he is still in the late stage of Wangqi.

Wang Long felt a killing intent in his heart, not to mention that he has no problem with receiving the palm, let's say that if he can't catch it or if he doesn't catch it, then his villa on this floor will be smashed through?
It's okay for him to get injured in his middle palm, but it's not okay for tens of millions of houses to be damaged.

So he was very angry and wanted to slap this idiot to death.

"stop!"

With a loud shout, it was Guan Canghai who came.

He was extremely angry, how could he bear it if someone dared to do something to his only blood relative.

His strength has completely exploded. He is a saint. After learning the skills of a cultivator to transform his cultivation, he is undoubtedly a cultivator.

Wang Long had guessed before that when a cultivator reaches Dao, he can fly without using spells, which is the same as when a warrior becomes a saint.

So Wang Long wondered if the martial artist's enthronement was equivalent to the cultivator's questioning, and later Guan Canghai confirmed this point.

Guan Canghai, who was inquiring about the strength of the realm, was very fast, he came after the first strike, rushed over and blasted Huang Chu's palm away with one blow.

"You guys are so brave! How dare you act fiercely here!"

Guan Canghai stood in front of Wang Long and was furious. He burst out with a frightening aura, and he went straight to the Ji Mingjiao people.

"Guan Taoist, you misunderstood."

Zhang Fan stepped forward, and he was the only one present asking about the realm.

To face Guan Canghai, he had to come forward, the others were no match.

"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding? Are you guys fighting here because I saw it wrong?" Guan Canghai sneered.

"We came here to hunt for treasure! I heard that the treasure is in his hands!" Huang Chu said.

His tone was tough, and he was not at all overwhelmed by Guan Canghai's momentum.

Because in his eyes, Guan Canghai, Wang Long and others are all aboriginals with backward cultivation, even if it is Guan Canghai, he doesn't take it seriously.

In his opinion, although Guan Canghai has a cultivation level of Daoism, his skills and spells are far inferior to the disciples of these sects, so compared with the disciples of the same sect, Guan Canghai is at the bottom.

So not only was he not afraid of Guan Canghai, but he also looked down on him a bit.

"Treasures belong to the virtuous, and are not for people like you to own. You'd better hand them over obediently!" Huang Chu continued.

"There are no treasures here, please go back!" Guan Canghai said.

"Hmph! If you say there is no one, then there is none? Which fool would believe it?" Huang Chu snorted coldly.

Now Wang Long couldn't take it anymore, he said, "Do you believe what others say? You are not a fool, who is a fool?"

"You!" Huang Chu pointed at Wang Long and was furious. Wang Long called him a fool again, and he secretly thought that Wang Long must die.

At this time, several figures rushed over from a distance, and another cultivator arrived.

Zhang Fan was a little surprised when he saw the person coming. He didn't expect other sects to move so fast.

"Where is Wang Lung? Where is the baby?"

A burly man with a rough beard among the new group of cultivators looked around.

He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he is dressed in a typical rough man, which is rare among immortal cultivators.

(End of this chapter)