Transmigration with QQ Farm

“Yes!” Mo Xuanzun nodded slightly after he had a good look at the person and said, “He is the prince of Dafeng. He joined the Clan of Magical Swords about 20 years ago and is now an apex martial king. I hadn’t expected to see him here!”

“Oh, so he’s a prince!”

Cheng Xiao Xiao looked at the prince who was already on the stage. He was quite fair looking with standout features. Between his brows was an unrestrained sense of heroism and he had an expression on him that was hard to tell whether he was smiling.

As soon as he took a stance, he immediately appeared to be magnificent and fierce, like the peak of a tall mountain pressing down onto everyone there. Even the air seemed to be solidified.

Cheng Xiao Xiao snickered as she looked at him and said, “I don’t think he came with good intention.”

“I have not heard anything good about him. I’m afraid he was here to see what he can gain from here!” said Mo Xuanzun as he frowned in discontent. “Xiao Xiao, should we go check it out? Or maybe I will go meet with him?”

“There’s no rush. There’s no reason for you to go see him. Maybe to go take care of him!” Cheng Xiao Xiao squinted her eyes and a shred of cold light flashed through her eyes.

“Okay, let’s wait a little bit long first.”

Not only the ones inside the dimension, Old Man Ying was equally impatient with the man who was obviously here to cause trouble.

“What can I do for you?” Old Man Ying’s voice broke the silence like rumbling thunders and a strong qi pressed down from above.

“I am Feng Bucang , the prince of Dafeng. I’ve heard that Count Zhongyuan’s Residence is hiring guards and make a special trip here!”

Feng Bucang has a confident smile on his handsome face. His sharp look was full of pride as though he was waiting for everyone to salute him, including the two elders.

Unexpectedly, not only did the Cheng’s had no intention to salute him, neither did all the cultivators or peasants under the stage.

His face changed colored and his looked was cold. Arrogantly, he said, “Hand over all your rewards and I will send you guards, as many as you want!”

“You mean you want to interfere with our matters here?” Suddenly, the qi exuded from Old Man Ying that could cover heaven and earth locked down the entire area and even the air resonated.

Feng Bucang, who was standing immediately across from him, caught the most of it. He spit out a mouthful of blood and surprised flashed through his eyes but was immediately replaced by the most ferocious killer’s intent. A shred of vicious light appeared in his eyes!

It was obvious that the prince now had the intent to kill. He shouted angrily, “Imprudent! You are just a servant of Count Zhongyuan. How dare you be disrespectful to me. Even your master must get down on his knees and salute me!”

“What?”

Having heard that, Old Man Ying’s eyes were immediately filled with chilliness and killer’s intent.

“What? You told thing still wanted to be boorish? I am the prince of Dafeng and a disciple of Clan of Magical Swords. My advice to you is knee down right now!” said Feng Bucang in the most solemn tone.

Staring at the idiot in front of him, Old Man Ying withheld some of his killer’s intent. No matter what, he didn’t want to touch one under Clan Master Qin, but that didn’t mean he’d be polite as he did that!

“And I suggest you to get the heck out now. And I just might spare your life!”

“You!!” Feng Bucang, prince of a country and a sacred disciple of a clan, was being insulted by a servant. A sinister and shameful anger look crossed his face and he started blurting out whatever that crossed his mind, “Old thing, you want to die? I can make you and your master disappear. Who do the Cheng’s think they are? If it wasn’t my father who have Cheng Biyuan the title of a Count, he’d still be that garbage that was tossed out of Emperor City. And his daughter was so shameless that she seduced…..”