Chapter 1462 Waste!

slave!

Untouchable!

livestock!

Rubbish!

Hearing these extremely humiliating words, Ye Fan, Lin Tatian, and Dugu Xin frowned at the same time, feeling angry.

Although the jade crystal rice cultivated by the Dugu family is not as good as the top-grade rice from the Tianshu star family, it is not so bad.

The three of them turned around at the same time, only to see a young man standing ten meters behind.

The young man is about twenty-five or six years old. He wears a purple gold crown with jewels on his hair, a dark black robe, a jasper belt, and two rings inlaid with huge gems on the thumbs of both hands.

Every piece of clothing from head to toe is a priceless spiritual weapon.

To put it nicely, he is rich!

To put it harshly, it’s just a slut!

And his face was full of arrogance, his chin was raised high, and he wanted to point his nostrils at others.

But in addition to arrogance, he also exuded an extremely powerful aura, and invisible fluctuations spread to the surroundings.

powerful!

Very strong!

He is by no means a monk who has just broken through to the Nascent Soul, at least he has reached the late Nascent Soul realm!

For a moment, Lin Tatian and Dugu Xin felt great pressure and subconsciously took two steps back, their whole bodies tense as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

In terms of age, the handsome young man in front of them is similar to them, but his level is two levels higher.

What's more important is that his priceless spiritual weapon is gorgeous and dazzling.

On one side is the European emperor in full armor, and on the other side is the naked African chieftain. How to fight?

"Who are you?" Duguxin asked warily.

"My name is Nie Zheng, and I am the young master of the Nie family of the third-grade sect!" the showy young man said proudly.

Nie Zheng?

Hearing this name, Ye Fan and others looked confused and didn't know why.

The crowd of people watching nearby exclaimed:

"The Nie family! Isn't that the boss behind Fengyun Auction House? Fengyun Auction House ranks among the top ten on Tianshu Planet, and the Nie family is even more wealthy than anyone else!"

"Not only that, the head of the Nie family is a real ninth-level spiritual transformation expert with unparalleled magical skills. Otherwise, he would not be able to maintain such a large family fortune!"

"I never expected that the young master of the Nie family would also come to attend the Immortal Fate Conference. Any spiritual weapon he has on him is worth a fortune!"

"Hehe! Those three stupid young men will definitely get no good results if they mess with Mr. Nie. Now we're in for a good show!"

…

After hearing everyone's chatter, Ye Fan and the other three understood Nie Zheng's identity.

As a young master from a third-grade family, a late-stage Nascent Soul monk, and with this equipment, Nie Zheng indeed has something to be proud of.

"Your Excellency, we have not offended you, right?" Duguxin asked with a gloomy face.

He was extremely angry at Nie Zheng's provocation just now, but the other party had a good background and had a third-grade family as his backer. He was unwilling to offend him unless it was absolutely necessary.

"You have not offended me, but I am unhappy with you! Which planet...are you from?" Nie Zheng said arrogantly.

"Fire Spirit Star!" Dugu Xin said word by word, suppressing the anger in his heart.

Upon hearing this, Nie Zheng took out a pamphlet from his pocket and started reading it.

After a moment, a sarcastic look appeared on his face, and he said coldly: "Tianshu Star has thousands of affiliated planets, divided into ten levels, and your Fire Star is the last level! Hundreds of years

Come on, only one named Lin Xuan succeeded in breaking through the realm of god transformation and ascending to the Tianshu Star! Such a rubbish planet, no wonder rubbish like you were born!"

"Shut up! We are not trash!" Dugu Xin gritted his teeth, anger gushing out of his eyes.

"Tch! Two people in the early stage of Nascent Soul, and one ant in the Golden Core stage. How can they claim that they are not rubbish with such strength? By coming here, you have simply tarnished the sanctity of the Yunhai Immortal Sect and lowered the level of the Immortal Fate Conference.

!I’m going to work hard today and eradicate you trash with my own hands!”

His tone was extremely arrogant, and he did not take Mark and the others into his eyes at all.

humiliation!

The humiliation of the red berry fruit!

Dugu Xin's face turned red and his whole body was shaking with anger.

Lin Tatian, who had never cared about other people's opinions, was really angry at this moment, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

Although what Nie Zheng said is true, Huolingxing is indeed inferior to Tianshuxing, but how can they tolerate such humiliation?

As for Ye Fan, although he was not from Huolingxing, Nie Zheng's arrogant look also made him very unhappy.

He's just a late-stage Nascent Soul monk, what's there to show off about?

It’s not like he hasn’t killed the cultivator who transformed himself into a god.

Suddenly, Ye Fan took a step forward and shouted:

"Hey! Who are you scolding, bitch?"

"You bitch scolded you!" Nie Zheng blurted out without thinking too much.

"Hahaha... He is indeed a dog, he is so obedient!" Ye Fan laughed.

"What?"

Nie Zheng was stunned for a moment, and it took him a few seconds before he realized what was happening. He was furious, glared at Ye Fan fiercely and gritted his teeth and said, "You damn Golden Core-level waste, how dare you scold me, you're so tired of living!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Nie Zheng thought, and a three-foot-long sword appeared in his right hand. The sword was long and narrow, and the blade seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and the surrounding air was frozen.

Even from a certain distance, everyone watching around felt the biting chill.

"This is the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword!"

Someone recognized the origin of this sword and exclaimed: "It is rumored that this sword was condensed by the elites of Xuanbing in the West. When the sword was made, a high-grade spiritual beast was sacrificed to the sword. The sword has a very murderous nature. It was once sold at auction

The price of one million purple black stones was auctioned at the meeting! I never expected that this sword would actually be collected by the Nie family!"

"With the financial resources of the Nie family, one million purple black stones is nothing! But since Mr. Nie has sacrificed this sword, it means that he is serious about it!"

"With Master Nie's strength, coupled with the sharpness of this sword, those boys will be in dire straits!"

…

Nie Zheng held the Ice Soul Light Sword in his hand, looked at Ye Fan from afar and said: "Boy, you are lucky! According to the rules of the Yunhai Immortal Sect, you cannot kill people now, so don't worry, I won't kill you, just

It’s just cutting off your limbs and severing all the meridians in your body!”

His tone was full of cruelty and creepy.

But Ye Fan didn't change his expression and remained calm as usual. Instead, he asked: "You can't kill people? Is there still such a rule?"

"Sure enough, he is a country bumpkin from a lower plane who doesn't even understand this rule! In order to prevent potential monks from being slaughtered, before the Immortal Fate Conference officially begins, even if there is a conflict, no one is allowed to take his life, otherwise he will be punished.

Sanctions from the Yunhai Immortal Sect!" Nie Zheng explained.

"That's it!" Ye Fan nodded.

"Stop talking nonsense, kid, just let it go and don't struggle in vain!"

Nie Zheng said and drew his sword boldly.

"Whoosh!"

The Ice Soul Cold Light Sword turned into a faint blue rainbow, and the sword light surged out, with a sound that was earth-shattering.

Nie Zheng is indeed a monk in the late Nascent Soul stage. With one strike of his sword, he has the potential to freeze the world, and the sword intent in it is extremely chilling.

If they were on the Fire Spirit Star, even Nascent Soul Peak powerhouses like Qian Wang Cao Guang and Blood-clothed Hou Wei Wuji wouldn't be able to take this sword.

The monks who were closer retreated one after another, fearing that they would be affected by the sword light.

Looking at the sweeping sword light, Ye Fan did not dodge or evade, raised his right hand, summoned the Thunder Tribulation Sword, and stabbed forward directly.

There is nothing fancy about his movements, just simple straight thrusts. Even a child of five or six years old can perform such an ordinary move.

For a moment, the many monks around looked at Ye Fan as if they were looking at a corpse.

In Nie Zheng's heart, there was even more disdain and contempt.

"boom!"

Pi Lian's sword light was like a big net, overwhelmingly covering Ye Fan.

At the critical moment, Ye Fan's eyes flashed, and the immortal golden elixir instantly vomited out majestic power and injected it into the Thunder Tribulation Sword.

"Qiang!"
To be continued...