Urban All-Round Master

Chapter 1884 - 1874: It’s Not Like “Good Person” Is Written on Your Face

After the Divine Tokens were distributed, Lin Zifeng placed the token in his palm, examined it with his piercing vision, and found nothing peculiar.Rather than calling it a Divine Token, it’s just a simple piece of junk metal. Only the name is different.

As for the handsome guy, he was sleeping at Lin Zifeng’s feet, pretending to be a dead dog, intentionally acting like a little puppy. Before coming here, the two earlier wanted to bring the handsome guy, but he didn’t want to follow them. The score that was settled on him, well, it hadn’t been tallied yet.

After those cultivators distributing Divine Tokens left.

The eight people who were selected at the same time as Lin Zifeng began to stir.

Especially the pair of brothers, who were particularly displeased with the Divine Tokens they received. These people were all cultivators from Huaxia, thinking they might have a chance at the sect to encounter some opportunities to advance their cultivation.

Unexpectedly, upon arrival, they were tasked with raising chickens and ducks, and even livestock. The prideful spirit in their hearts was extremely unsatisfied.

"Kid, you’ve had some good luck huh. Getting a Weapon Divine Token, how about we exchange tokens? Besides, you look so frail, even carrying around a dead dog. Aren’t you afraid someone might play you to death? Why not exchange tokens with us, let you raise chickens and ducks. It’s hundreds of times easier than the Weapon Hall, kid, are you going to exchange or not."

The man assigned a livestock Divine Token swaggered over. Fiddling with the token in his hand, wearing an indifferent expression, the brothers’ family had some small fame in Jiangzhou, and seeking opportunities, they wanted to come to the Divine Sky Sect.

Unexpectedly, upon arrival, they were assigned to such a dreadful place, which was intolerable for anyone with pride.

"Not exchanging." Lin Zifeng directly refused.

He walked to the side with the handsome guy, not willing to provoke them. After all, he had just arrived, and everything had to be endured. He couldn’t act impulsively.

"What? Not exchanging? You fool, do you really think the Weapon Hall is good? Let me tell you, the Weapon Hall is just about doing the exhausting and hard chores every day. Do you really wish to do that for a lifetime? Might as well exchange with me, maybe one day you raise a fat chicken or duck, Nine Domain Peak’s Peak Master might promote you."

Zhang Zilong, who obtained the livestock Divine Token, sneered repeatedly.

"I said, I’m not exchanging. Don’t push me." Lin Zifeng’s voice grew a bit colder, these guys were very annoying.

"Kid, don’t pretend! Do you even know that we have connections in the Divine Sky Sect! Today you have to exchange, whether or not you want to. If you don’t, the days ahead are long."

"Oh? Are you threatening me?" Lin Zifeng hesitated, then that cold, stern face showed a bitter smile. As the handsome guy would say, truly, a tiger fallen in flatlands gets bullied by dogs. Now even such a small character was trying to ride over him.

"Kid, you looking for death! Do you even know who I am?"

"No idea. But your face doesn’t have the word ’good guy’ written on it." Lin Zifeng shook his head, not moved by the other’s arrogance.

"If you want your days to be better here, hurry up and hand over the Divine Token!"

The guy arrogantly shouted.

"Fine. The Divine Token is in my hand now, if you can snatch it, it’s yours. If not, it’s mine." Lin Zifeng shrugged indifferently. He placed the token in his palm, casually waiting for him to come grab it.

"Damn it! Looks like you have a death wish!"

Finally, the guy was provoked, taking a big stride forward, moving swiftly like the wind, reaching out to grab the Divine Token from Lin Zifeng’s hand.

"With such petty skills like a cat or dog, you dare to snatch my Divine Token?" Lin Zifeng sneered repeatedly. Immediately, he flipped his hand holding the token downward, and as the other’s hand reached, it ended up grasping in vain within his palm.

However, after grasping in vain, Lin Zifeng suddenly raised those cold, gloomy eyes, and a fierce gleam flashed between his pupils.

"Bang!"

The guy’s body was suddenly kicked heavily in the chest by a big leg, immediately flying backward like a stone being thrown.

He crashed onto the hard ground heavily, grimacing in pain. It took several seconds for him to get up.

But just after standing, he felt his chest was unbearably painful. It was as if a large iron hammer had struck him fiercely.

"Brother!"

Just then, his younger brother, Zhang Ziwen, hurried over, having obtained an Immortal Bird Divine Token. Seeing his brother kicked away, his eyes instantly flashed with fierce gleams, gritting his teeth, wishing he could shred Lin Zifeng to pieces.

"Snatch the Divine Token from his hand!" Zhang Zilong shouted loudly.

But Lin Zifeng stood, hands behind his back, completely unafraid. This time, he didn’t sit idly, instead, he took the initiative to attack swiftly, advancing and covering with the Gray Dragon Hand, immediately grabbing the other’s shoulder and then dragging him down under his foot.

With a big foot stomping fiercely on his chest, he looked down and said coldly, "So? The token in my hand, are you going to snatch it too?"

"I..."

The opponent was stunned, not yet reacting, and was already under the opponent’s foot. He was immediately terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"You little brat, don’t get cocky. If you dare harm me today, I’ll surely pay you back tenfold someday!"

"Alright then, I enjoy this type of stimulating revenge, so today I’ll cripple one of your hands. Being arrogant is one thing, but being arrogant requires substance!"

With that, Lin Zifeng lifted his big foot again, ready to stomp down, this foot carrying immense power, would surely break the other’s arm once it came down.

"No!!! You cannot harm me!"

The opponent screamed desperately.

However, Lin Zifeng showed no intention of holding back.

Crack~

A crisp bone-breaking sound rang out, causing the latter to scream in pain repeatedly.

"Brother!"

Zhang Zilong quickly climbed up from the ground, drawing a sharp knife from his waist, swiftly rushing to Lin Zifeng, reaching out to stab him.

"Roar!"

At the same time, the handsome guy quickly got up, charging forward with his bulky and hefty body, crashing heavily into the opponent, an overwhelming force immediately flipping him to the ground, rolling over seven or eight times before barely standing up. Just after rising from the ground, a mouthful of blood was spewed out. His whole body felt like it was falling apart, without any strength left.

The handsome guy’s white long fur stood on end, his eyes filled with terrifying fierce light, instilling fear. Having endured a whole day of rage, he now was vexed with nowhere to channel his anger.

Lin Zifeng clapped his hands, and after kicking the guy away, he looked as if it was no big deal.