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Want to step on Uncle Master?
"Aiyo, our Uncle Master has quite a temper."
Hearing this, a disciple revealed a look of disdain and mocked.
These disciples really did not take Luo Zheng too seriously. After all, even though Luo Zheng's background was high, he was only at the Refined Yuan Realm. In the end, his status was equivalent to that of an Inner Sect disciple.
Even if Luo Zheng defeated Jiang Huayang, the number one true disciple of the Ancient Spirit Alchemy Sect, they did not take him seriously.
Among the five major forces of the Yuanwu World, the Hunyuan Holy Sect, the Extreme Chill Temple, and the Weapon Refining Sect all had incomparably powerful ancient inheritances. Their strength had always been superior and they did not take the martial artists of other sects seriously.
In fact, this was indeed the case. Other than the five major forces, there were very few sects that had Heaven Class cultivation techniques.
Therefore, among martial artists of the same level, the strength of those from the five major forces had always been above the other forces.
"Hahaha, what bullshit Uncle Master? He's just a lucky bastard."
A few other Crafting School disciples began to laugh as well.
However, all of a sudden, the few disciples who were mocking Luo Zheng revealed expressions of shock. With a miserable cry, they fell from the sky one by one like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
Bang bang bang bang!
These disciples fell freely and smashed into the ground uncontrollably, creating several large pits in the ground. They were all unconscious.
"What's going on?"
Everyone was in a daze. They did not know what had happened at all. They all looked at Luo Zheng in fear.
Luo Zheng did not move at all. How could the disciples who mocked him suddenly fall?
The two true disciples who had been silent all this time also had a serious look on their faces.
"It's a Divine Sense attack."
A handsome young true disciple in a blue robe looked at Luo Zheng and suddenly realized. "Uncle Master Luo Zheng's Divine Sense is so powerful that it far exceeds his cultivation realm. Is his Weapon Refining Technique so outstanding?"
"Haha, this little Martial Nephew has some eyesight."
Luo Zheng grinned and looked at him indifferently. "What's your name?"
"I'm a prince of the Xihong Empire …"
The blue-robed young man's face was full of pride. The Xihong Empire was also a large empire in the central region. It had vast territory and many experts.
"Shut up!"
Luo Zheng did not wait for the other party to speak and scolded. "Kid, since you've entered the Weapon Refining Sect, you should always remember that you are a disciple of the Weapon Refining Sect. If you want to be a prince, go back to the Xihong Empire. In the sect, the identity of a prince is nothing, understand?"
"You!"
The blue-robed young man trembled with anger. Although he was a true disciple of the Crafting School, he had always been proud of his identity as a prince of the empire.
After all, the Crafting School had close to a thousand apprentices, while each country only had a dozen or so princes. This was why they often talked about their origins.
However, he had never encountered anyone who dared to belittle his status as a prince to the point that it was worthless.
"What's wrong? Not convinced, right? You You You was the one who called you just now... right God God God.
. "Luo Zheng grinned and rubbed his fists." Kid, why aren't you kowtowing and apologizing? If not, don't blame me for being ruthless! "
"Don't be too arrogant. The one looking for you today is not me, it's Junior Brother Zhao Yu!"
The blue-robed young man pointed at the person next to him. "During the Decade Tournament, Junior Brother Zhao Yu happened to be training outside. When he came back, the time had already passed. That's why you were in the limelight. Otherwise, the one who defeated Xiao Kai and became the Sect Master's Junior Brother would be him."
Zhao Yu looked to be no more than twenty years old, and his appearance was extremely young. With a smile on his face, he cupped his hands towards Luo Zheng and bowed, "Disciple Zhao Yu greets Martial Uncle Luo. I've heard that Martial Uncle's refining skills are extremely exquisite, and that you've defeated the number one genius of the Weapon Refining School, Xiao Kai. I've specially come to ask Martial Uncle Luo for guidance."
Zhao Yu seemed to be very polite, but when he cupped his hands, he bent his waist and looked at Luo Zheng with a haughty gaze.
"Hahaha, Martial Nephew Zhao Yu, do you think that I'm not worthy of my title, so you want to defeat me and use me as a stepping stone?"
When Luo Zheng heard this, he laughed nonchalantly.
"I didn't say that. If Martial Uncle wants to think so, I can't do anything about it."
Zhao Yu said with an indifferent expression.
"It's not impossible to accept your challenge …"
Luo Zheng said with a smile.
Zhao Yu was ecstatic when he heard this, but suddenly he saw Luo Zheng walking towards him.
Luo Zheng took a step forward, and a violent force caused the space to collapse. The air was compressed by the powerful force field.
Everyone could feel a vast and boundless power pressing down on them. It was so overwhelming that it was hard to resist.
"What are you doing!"
Zhao Yu's face was filled with horror. He cried out in horror, "Senior Brother Meng Yun, save me!"
"Hahaha, it's not impossible to accept your challenge, but you have to pass my test first. If you can't pass the test, then you're not qualified to challenge me!"
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