C1210 Reversal of the Situation
C1210 Reversal of the Situation
The seven of them held their weapons and looked at Ann Sudong coldly. They were not in a good mood, this kind of young man who did not know what was good for himself and still spoke rudely.
Ann Sudong smiled lightly: "When fighting with me, you all better think carefully. At that time, don't kneel in front of me and beg for forgiveness. I don't have such good intentions."
"Haha …" Let us beg for mercy? "Impossible." Young Master Long snorted coldly.
"This kid is too arrogant." They had seen a lot of confident people, but the number of people like Ann Sudong was really not many.
"You reckless brat." Lilac was the first to make a move, a dart flew out from her sleeves straight towards Ann Sudong's throat, clearly showing that she wanted his life.
Being able to be listed as one of the Seven Scions, their strengths were naturally underestimated. After the dart flew out, it unexpectedly split open midway. A golden light appeared and a hand suddenly flew out.
What kind of weapon is this, Ann Sudong was a little muddle-headed.
"Sigh …" Seeing Ann Sudong's reaction, everyone could not help but shake their heads and sigh. Seeing Ann Sudong's awesome look, they had thought that he was very powerful, but they never expected that he could not even take one of the attacks from Clove, he was simply too weak.
Ann Sudong turned sideways, and the hand grazed his neck and flew out.
Following that, he immediately responded by raising his leg and kicking the hand.
After the force was applied to his hands, the direction of his flight suddenly changed and he rushed towards Clove.
Just as Clove thought Ann Sudong was going to die because he was careless, the God Claw shot straight towards her face.
How could that be?
Clove lowered her head, and subconsciously reached out to catch that hand. After all, she was one of the Seven Scions of the Middle Land, so she was naturally not that weak.
"Ah …" She groaned and retreated a few steps. This hand had the power of a Void Interpretation Stage cultivator. Naturally, the lilac was not able to withstand it, and a bunch of tiny wounds appeared on her body due to the shockwaves.
Oh my god!
With just one move, Clove, one of the seven sons, was at a disadvantage. Although it was only a few flesh wounds and did not affect her fighting strength, it showed that Ann Sudong's strength was definitely above Clove's.
"I've really underestimated you." Clove took out a handkerchief from her bosom and wiped the wound on her face. Her face was livid with rage.
"However, it's just some small tricks. I have truly overestimated you." Ann Sudong sneered.
A warrior could be killed, but not humiliated.
Let alone Clove, the other six people couldn't stand it any longer.
"F * ck, laozi will fight with you." Another sturdy looking man rushed out and shouted at Ann Sudong.
This person's name is Leng Liu, son of the richest man in Middle Land.
"Master Ann." Just as Ann Sudong was preparing to fight, a shout came from the second floor. Not long later, a plump man ran down, and with every step Ann Sudong took, the wooden boards on the stairs shook.
This is the Seventh fast master of the Myriad Spirits Building — Yin Junsheng.
Although the Myriad Spirits Building was just a branch of the Spiritual Treasure sect, it was not small, and there were many people in charge of it. There were nine of them altogether, and although this Yin Junsheng had a round and fat appearance, he was not weak either.
The grand master of Myriad Spirits Building had actually personally come to welcome a brat, and even addressed him as Master Ann. How amazing was this Ann Sudong?
Could it be a grade-6 apothecary... No, it was just a mere sixth stage, Yin Junsheng had seen too much of it, why did he need to gather so many people to welcome it, this was probably seventh or eighth stage.
However, a Grade Eight Alchemist was already extremely rare in Spiritual Realm. He had never even heard of someone with the surname An.
No, there really seems to be a Grade Eight Alchemist with the surname An. I heard that he also inherited the Heaven Soaring Mystic Realm's legacy, and has mastered all sorts of high-level skills like the Soul Search Technique.
Could it be that Yin Junsheng was referring to him?
Where? Where is it?
Everyone stretched their heads out to look around, but none of them had the intention to look at Ann Sudong. After all, he was still too young, at most just over twenty years old.
Although he looked fat, his movements were very agile. Some people could not dodge in time and were directly sent flying.
They were all of the younger generation, so they did not have the qualifications to challenge Yin Junsheng.
Amongst the crowd, there was one person who stood out especially, and that was Ann Sudong. Not only did he not move aside, he did not even dodge.
This kid had really been idle for too long.
Seeing Yin Junsheng getting closer and closer to Ann Sudong, everyone could not help but sigh and mourn.
Just then, Yin Junsheng suddenly stopped, his chubby face had a smile, her neck was so fat that it could no longer be seen, it was truly funny.
However, because of his identity, no one dared to mock him.
However, Ann Sudong laughed without care for his image, and with every laugh, everyone would sweat on his behalf. They only hoped that Yin Junsheng would not get angry, and not let blood flow like a river, not a single person.
Unexpectedly, Yin Junsheng also laughed along, not showing any signs of being angry at all.
"I apologize for my unwelcome visit to Master Ann."
Me?
An expert of the Mahayana Stage actually cupped his hands and smiled towards a Void Interpretation Stage brat?
Could the Ann Sudong in front of him be the legendary Master Ann?
No, certainly not.
However, why would a dignified person of Myriad Spirits Building need to join hands with a little brat to play with everyone?
Thinking about what Ann Sudong had said before, even if the Seven Scions of Middle Land were to kneel and plead for mercy, he might not spare them. Although it sounded like a joke at that time, everyone believed it now.
A mere seven sons of Middle Land, in front of him, didn't even have the qualifications to lift up his shoes.
"Mister, you are too polite. May I know how to address this junior?" Ann Sudong replied modestly as he cupped his hands.
"Master, please do not say that. My name is Yin Junsheng, and I am currently a Sect Master of the Myriad Spirit Pavilion. If you do not mind, you can just call me Yin." Yin Junsheng said with a smile.
You call this body size Little Yin? It was almost the same for the senior executives.
Ann Sudong was honestly unable to say it out loud, and respectfully called out: "Yin Sect Master."
"Master Ann wishes to participate in tonight's Auction?" Yin Junsheng asked.
"Of course." Ann Sudong nodded.
"Please, please …" Yin Junsheng immediately gestured to invite his in.
Ann Sudong lifted his leg and directly walked up the stairs, not even giving a single glance at the Seven Scions of Middle Land.
Seeing Ann Sudong walk past them, the few of them heaved a sigh of relief. They did not expect that when they had just stepped onto the first floor, Ann Sudong had suddenly stopped: "Lord Yin Li, in your territory, if I were to settle accounts with the few of you, would I not be giving you face?"
Hearing that, Yin Junsheng's face quickly darkened, his eyes coldly sweeping across the crowd: "Who exactly offended Master Ann?"