Mo Yiren looked at Su Jinyue, Lan Die'er and Huang Yushan, "You three follow us, we will help you clear the way." They are women, and it is always not as convenient as them.
"Okay." Huang Yushan gave Mo Yiren a faint smile. She didn't expect him to be so considerate.
Mo Yiren smiled back, walked forward with Qin Yan and Zhou Yanjun, and pushed forward with all their might.
"What are you doing? Can't you see there's no room left here?"
"Why are we pushing so hard? If we could move forward, would we still be standing here?"
Mo Yiren and the other two looked at each other and said, "Excuse me, everyone. We have tickets, but if we don't squeeze to the front, we won't be able to get on the boat."
Hearing that Mo Yiren and his friends had tickets, many cultivators tried their best to move aside, and at the same time they were envious of Mo Yiren and his friends being able to buy tickets. It was really hard to buy a ticket now, and even if there was a ticket, the price was astonishingly high.
However, there were also monks who deliberately did not move aside and even squeezed in front of several people.
Faced with such a person, Mo Yiren and his companions were helpless and could only pass by.
Zhan Yihan reached out and held Su Jinyue's hand, then followed the others into the crowd. He held Su Jinyue in his arms, preventing people around from touching her.
"Give us your tickets, or you won't be able to leave." A late-stage Xuanxian cultivator and several of his companions stopped the group. They had come here not only to see the immortal ship, but also to snatch a few tickets. However, they had waited so long without encountering any cultivators with tickets. Now that they had finally met one, how could they possibly let them go? Their only fault was their own ostentation.
"Why?" Zhou Yanjun glared at the late Xuanxian cultivators. They were too young to try to steal their tickets. He knew they were being too conspicuous, but if he didn't shout, they wouldn't budge.
"My cultivation is higher than yours." The late Xuanxian cultivator looked at Zhou Yanjun and the others with disdain. This world is a world where the strong prey on the weak. If the opponent's cultivation is lower than theirs, they should be prepared to be bullied.
"Are you really that confident?" Zhou Yanjun raised a playful smile. Su Han's cultivation level was mid-stage Upper Immortal, but he had concealed it just like before. He had always believed that Su Han had concealed his cultivation level before.
The late Xuanxian cultivator frowned and glanced at the crowd again. Could it be that there were people among them whose cultivation surpassed his? Otherwise, why would this boy have such an expression?
After carefully surveying everyone, the late Xuanxian cultivator glared at Zhou Yanjun coldly, "How dare you lie to me!" He had carefully examined everyone, and the highest among them was only at the mid-stage Xuanxian level. Although his cultivation level was only one level higher than the other, as the saying goes, one step leads to another, and this step, seemingly a hair's breadth away, was actually a thousand miles away.
Zhou Yanjun laughed sarcastically, "If you don't believe me, forget it, but I advise you to get out of the way as soon as possible, otherwise you will regret it."
The late Xuanxian cultivator snorted coldly, "I advise you to hand over your tickets, otherwise you will regret it." He had already determined in his heart that Zhou Yanjun was lying to him, and Zhou Yanjun was just bluffing.
Zhou Yanjun shrugged indifferently, as if saying, "Whatever you want to do."
The late Xuanxian cultivator was even more enraged by Zhou Yanjun's expression, unleashing his full aura and pressing forward towards him. He would show them how to write the word "regret," and hoped they wouldn't beg for mercy.
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