Urban Awakening: I can continue to evolve my superpowers

Especially some of the martial saints, they couldn't even be said to be enthusiastic, and the expressions on their faces were even a little flattering.

"Jingming, come and sit next to me."

Xue Jian enthusiastically moved a seat for Xu Jingming. However, just as he sat down, a sarcastic voice rang out from another sofa seat a few meters away:

"Hey? Didn't Master Xu become Ames's disciple? Why is he still hanging around our Daxia? How shameless!"

The voice was very low, as if he was just whispering to his companions.

But those present were all ninth-rank martial saints or magic saints, how could they not hear it?

Xu Jingming also raised his eyebrows and recognized his identity.

Wang Chaoyang, a ninth-order mid-level S-class spiritual mage, is usually very close to the Li family.

Xu Jingming naturally wouldn't indulge him. His eyes turned cold and he said expressionlessly:

"What? The master hasn't arrived yet, but you, the dog, are barking first?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyelids of the people around them jumped.

The father and son of the Li family have not arrived yet, which directly mocks Wang Chaoyang as a dog of the Li family!

My goodness, isn’t this a bit too aggressive?

Wang Chaoyang didn't expect Xu Jingming to dare to curse like that.

He was stunned for a moment, and then his face quickly turned purple.

Before he could fight back, criticisms immediately arose from all around him.

"Too much!"

"That's right! That's too much!"

Wang Chaoyang nodded subconsciously.

But the other party immediately said, "Brother Wang, you are an old man too, why are you so careless in your words?"

"Am I neither light nor heavy?"

Wang Chaoyang widened his eyes, wondering if he had heard it wrong, but then there were more voices echoing:

"Yes! Master Xu is just becoming my disciple. It's nothing."

"Yeah, even the Speaker has no objection. When will it be his turn to speak?"

"Yes."

"..."

Everyone's words were like sharp swords stabbing Wang Chaoyang.

Everyone else was dumbfounded.

This is wrong!

I have been with you all for so many years, and Xu Jingming has just become a member of parliament.

Even if you can't speak for yourself, you shouldn't speak for Xu Jingming.

At this time, Cao Jun stepped forward to take charge of the situation and reminded Wang Chaoyang:

"Don't say anything that's detrimental to unity. Jingming is the youngest ninth-rank councilor in Daxia. Don't make random guesses."

Faced with Cao Jun's reminder, although Wang Chaoyang was reluctant, he could only nod obediently.

Because of the Li family's affairs, he really disliked Xu Jingming, but he didn't dare to confront Cao Jun, a ninth-level peak veteran, in person.

"Old Wang is a guy who just likes to stir up trouble."

Xue Jian snorted coldly, then rubbed his hands and said to Xu Jingming with some anticipation:

"I've already told them about the Supreme God's Blood. They've already prepared enough resources. I just don't know when your auction will start."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Ninth Rank Martial Saints around him immediately looked over.

It turned out to be a matter of the blood of the Supreme God.

No wonder these people all help me.

Xu Jingming suddenly realized it, but in this situation, why did Wang Chaoyang dare to play tricks on him?

As if seeing Xu Jingming's confusion, Blood Sword smiled and said, "Wang Chaoyang is a spiritual magic saint, so I didn't tell him about this, and I didn't inform the Li family either."

"I see."

Xu Jingming nodded, then pondered and said:

"The auction will begin at 7pm the day after tomorrow at the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School headquarters. In addition to the Supreme God Blood, there will also be some rare resources up for sale."

It just so happened that he had a large amount of resources in stock, and he could take this opportunity to auction them off.

It’s a pity that among the six most powerful people on Blue Star today, only three have enhancement abilities, and all of them have reached SS-level abilities.

Otherwise, selling the Supreme God's Blood to the strongest person would definitely make a lot of money.

"Seven o'clock the day after tomorrow? Great! I promise to be there early!"

Blood Sword nodded quickly, and the Ninth-Rank Martial Saints who were listening attentively around him also looked delighted.