"Kid, what are you laughing at again?"
Du Qingye angrily asked Ning Jianfeng.
First, this stinky monk laughed, and now this guy is laughing too.
Is what they said really that funny?
"Cough, cough..."
Ning Jianfeng coughed lightly twice and said, "Sorry, I just found it funny that you all keep announcing your identities, cultivation levels, and rankings."
"You..."
Du Qingye was furious, "Do you think your cultivation is higher than ours, or your ranking better than ours?"
Once these words came out.
"Pfft..."
Wu Qiansheng, Shentu Xiong, Bai Li Wushuang, and others could no longer hold back, spraying out their coffee and laughing out loud.
As Wu Qiansheng and others began to laugh,
the gathered Heavenly Geniuses' faces turned dark, angered to the point of trembling all over.
Guo Xiaochen stepped forward, looked at Zhao Hetu, and said in a deep voice, "Younger Brother Zhao, are these the friends you brought?
