Chapter 2129 The Power of One Finger

"Is that...an imperial weapon?"

Han Shifeng was stunned.

He couldn't believe his eyes. How long had this guy been in and successfully obtained the imperial weapon?

How can this be?

If this imperial weapon is so easy to obtain, how come no one has taken it away for so many years?

"He's out!"

"What is he holding in his hand? Is it an imperial weapon?"

The disciples from all the tribes in the four directions looked at it and were stunned. They also couldn't believe that this treasure that no one had been able to get for thousands of years was taken out by this guy so easily.

How did this guy do it?

But soon, they had no time to think about this problem. They stared at the orb with only greed in their eyes.

That is an imperial weapon! The treasure that all practitioners dream of!

After Han Shifeng came back to his senses, he also showed a greedy look, and even his breathing became a little short.

"Hu, hurry up! Give me the orb!" He said urgently, "I am helping you. With your strength, how can you keep this orb? This will only harm you. Give the orb to me." Me, I’ll go back and say something nice to you!”

Then, he shouted in all directions: "Don't try to steal it, the orb belongs to my Korean family!"

"Hey! Han, didn't you say before that this guy has nothing to do with your Han clan? Why, now he has something to do with it?" The saint son of the Zhang clan sneered.

"That's right, I don't think anyone is willing to give the orb to you! Why should it be considered as your Korean thing?" Another saint sneered.

"Hmph! I said yes!" Han Shifeng snorted angrily, then looked at Tang Hao and shouted rudely, "Hu, please hurry up and give me the orb!"

With that said, he rushed forward to get the orb.

"I got this, why should I give it to you! Are we familiar with each other?"

Tang Hao rubbed the orb in his hand and looked at him coldly.

"you……"

Han Shifeng listened.

He couldn't help but get furious.

He took a deep breath, his chest rose and fell sharply, and his handsome face became even more twisted, becoming extremely ferocious.

"Hu, you are seeking death!" He gritted his teeth.

"Haha! Han Shifeng, Han Shifeng, don't you see that people don't want to pay attention to you!" The saint son of the Zhang family sneered. Then, he looked at Tang Hao and said, "Brother Hu, you have also seen that this situation is very unfavorable to you. …”

"Oh? Really?"

Tang Hao looked at him and smiled playfully.

"Of course. Look, you are alone. There are so many of us, more than a dozen Holy Sons! You don't think you can escape from us with the treasure! So, for the sake of your safety, , you should give the treasure to me first! I swear in the name of the Zhang family that I will definitely compensate you and I will never treat you badly!"

The saint son of the Zhang clan said.

"Brother Hu, don't listen to him. People from this tribe are the most unfaithful. Give me the orb and I will swear in the name of the Qian tribe to ensure that you leave this place safely and give you adequate compensation!"

"Brother Hu, it's better to give it to me from the Yue clan!"

Not to be outdone, the other Holy Sons all tried to win over him.

"Sorry! I'm not interested in any of you!"

Tang Hao said coldly.

"You...you have such a loud tone!"

"Hu, you are so shameless!"

When the saints heard this, their faces changed, revealing expressions of shame and annoyance.

They didn't pay attention to a mere core disciple of the Hu tribe. If it weren't for the orb, they wouldn't call him Brother Hu and lower his status to win over him.

But this guy is so lucky, he is so arrogant in front of these saints!

"Hu, don't blame us for being rude!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Just kill him and take the orb!"

Their faces darkened, and their eyes grew murderous.

The disciples from all races behind them also looked bad, and they were rousing their immortal energy, and were ready to take action.

"Huh? Why do I think this guy looks familiar?"

Among these many saints, there was one who remained silent and kept sizing up Tang Hao.

His eyes were filled with suspicion, and he looked up and down carefully.

He always felt that the guy in front of him was a bit familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen him.

"Hu Clan? I have no impression! I don't know which desert it is from. It may be a coincidence! This person happens to look similar to someone I have seen before, so I have such an illusion."

After pondering for a long time, he said to himself.

He also breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed and was ready to take action.

The Wood Clan must grab this imperial weapon.

"This guy... is too overestimated!"

In the Korean team, some disciples sneered.

That guy is just a core disciple, and I don’t know where he got the confidence to challenge so many Holy Sons!

"I see, this guy will definitely follow us back to the Korean tribe! Yutong, what kind of vision do you have! It's too bad! It's just that this guy is not very strong, the key is that he doesn't know himself yet!"

Han Ruyu laughed, not to mention how happy she was.

Han Yutong snorted lightly but did not respond.

At this time, the saints looked at each other and took action at the same time.

Whoosh whoosh!

One after another, the figures rushed out and rushed towards the white-clothed figure. The immortal light on their bodies shone brightly. Some stretched out their hands and manifested giant palms that covered the sky, and slapped them forward, while some offered disasters. weapon, bombarded away.

"This guy is dead!"

The Korean people sneered, with a bit of joy on their faces.

With so many saints taking action at the same time, how could this guy escape?

Hooray!

The strong wind is hunting, and the clothes are rolled up and danced wildly.

The white-clothed figure stood there, facing the siege of more than a dozen Saint Sons, but remained motionless. There was not even a ripple in those eyes, but only calmness and a touch of contempt.

He didn't move until those attacks came close, but he only raised his hand slightly and pointed a finger.

This finger was clicked somewhat casually and lightly, as if no force was used at all.

Those Holy Sons, as well as the disciples of all races who were watching around, all laughed. Faced with the siege of so many Holy Sons, this guy did not run away, and even pointed out such a finger. Did he want to rely on this You mean, blocking so many of them?

This is really ridiculous!

But, in the next moment, they could no longer laugh.

Following that light and fluttering finger, the giant palms that covered the sky and the tribulation weapons all stopped, and even the figures of the saints also stopped.

At this moment, it was as if time had stood still and everything was frozen there.

Immediately afterwards, the giant palms shattered silently and turned into nothingness, and the tribulation weapons also dimmed and were shaken and flew away.

And all the saints were shocked, and their faces turned pale.

Their eyes widened, and their minds went blank under such a huge impact.