Bang! A gentle slap on his shoulder woke Meng Xiang up from his memories. He turned around and found that it was the store owner who thought he and Yan Shi had been staying for too long, which affected his business.

Meng Xiang was not angry because of the power of the store owner. He threw a piece of silver on the table and squeezed out of the hotel with Yan Shi. He looked at Zhao Xuezhu deeply, walked out of the narrow street and left with great strides.

He knew that he was not suitable for contacting Zhao Xuezhu now, nor should he contact her. The moment he activated the inheritance weapon of the Yuanshi Demon Sect, he knew what a dangerous path he would take.

If he showed interest in Zhao Xuezhu or had a relationship with them, his enemy, to be more precise, would definitely not miss this opportunity to hurt him by hurting her.

The moment he walked out of the narrow street, Meng Xiang suddenly felt a little astringent and sore in his eyes. He knew that after taking this step, although he and Zhao Xuezhu were not considered a perfect separation, they were still far away and it was difficult to meet each other.

Meng Xiang led Yan Shi to a luxury hotel, Yuebinlou, and booked two rooms. Although the price was not cheap, one room cost 150 yuan a night, he didn't care at all, because he was no longer the Meng Xiang who was so petty for a few big money in his previous life.

After booking the room, although it was getting darker, Meng Xiang did not go back to the room to rest immediately. Instead, he sat down at the table in the lobby and ordered a pot of fragrant tea. He chatted with Yan Shi in a casual manner until it was completely dark that he went to the guest room with Yan Shi.

Before closing the door, Meng Xiang said to Yan Shi, who was standing at the door: "Shitou, I will get up later tomorrow. If someone looks for me, don't be polite to them, just let them wait."

"Someone is looking for it? Who will it be?"

Meng Xiang closed the door and said, "I don't know who it is, but you will naturally understand when they come."

Just as the goalkeeper was about to close, Yan Shi supported the door with his hands and asked, "Brother Meng, we have killed so many people, should we be more careful at night?"

"Shitou, are you afraid that the people from Tiemu City will attack us at night? Don't worry, they won't do this. Tiemu City is a place where strength is the most respected. They will not rashly offend us two masters who may work hard for Tiemu City for a dead Li Yaoting."

The next day, Meng Xiang got up very late. The sun was almost overhead and he walked out of the room slowly. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Yan Shi standing at the door. He was not surprised at all and asked directly: "How many people are coming to me?"

Yan Shi replied: "Only one!"

"one?"

"Yes, he is an old man, thin and thin, and he can blow away a gust of wind. But there seems to be a breath on his body, and when he gets close to him, he feels uncomfortable."

"Oh?" Meng Xiang showed a hint of curiosity, "Take me to take a look."

In less than a hundred breaths, Meng Xiang saw the thin old man in Yan Shi's mouth. He was indeed extremely thin. Although the robe on his body was very narrow, it still seemed empty, as if there was nothing inside to support it. However, his clothes were neatly dressed, and even the white beard on his chin was neatly combed.

The thin old man saw Meng Xiang walking down the stairs, looked at him with his eyes that were extremely young and looked at him without hesitation, and looked him from top to bottom without hesitation.

When Meng Xiang was about ten feet away from him, he slowly came to him and said with a smile as he walked, "This is Mr. Meng Xiang and Meng who showed his might at the West City Gate? I didn't expect that you are so young, you are such a hero and a young man!"

"The old man is so polite. How dare you call me a sir in front of the elder? Mr., you should call me Xiao Meng." Meng Xiang smiled and calmly, but after he saw the thin old man's eyes clearly, a faint solemnity flashed through his eyes.

"Mr. Meng is too modest. I am just a few years older than you. How can I be qualified to be your elder?" The smile on the thin old man's face did not diminish at all.

Suddenly, Meng Xiang's smile stopped and he said in a deep voice: "Old sir, you are such a good method! I originally thought that at least ten groups of people were waiting for me when I woke up. But now I only see you, Mr., I guess everyone else has been blocked by you, right?"

"Mr. Meng, you still look down on yourself too much. The people who come to you are not ten groups, but fifteen groups. As for what you said, I did do it, but I am also for your own good and bad. Those people are of different quality, and you may not get along well when you meet. Instead of doing this, it is better not to see each other. What's more, my master can agree to you, and some conditions they cannot agree to you, and the master can agree to you." The thin old man seemed quite calm, and did not destroy Meng Xiang's anxiety about good things at all.

"Is that so? Then I want to thank you, old man." Meng Xiang showed a smile, then clasped his fists and pushed forward gently. At the same time, an invisible force surged out of him and pressed towards the thin old man.

In an instant, a faint sound of wind and thunder sounded from the empty lobby, and the entire space, including the building itself and the ground, were trembling slightly.

"You're welcome, you're welcome." The thin old man's eyes narrowed, but his face still maintained a gentle smile. Then he took the same action as Meng Xiang, clasping his fists and returning the greeting.

While he completed the clasping action, a great force also surged from his thin body, and the force emitted towards Meng Xiang came over. During the vigorous movement, a tide was surging, one after another.

Bang, it was like two giants colliding together, making a dull and powerful sound. After about two breaths, a powerful shock wave burst out from between Meng Xiang and the thin old man and rolled in all directions.

The first thing that was affected was that the walls around the lobby exploded and, except for some thick columns, almost all the walls were crushed by the huge force contained in the shock wave, and there were also grooves of knife-cutting and axe chopping on those columns.

Meng Xiang dusted his sleeves, looked at him and stepped out of five steps and left five thin old man with a white face, with a white face, asked lightly: "Old sir, can you tell your master and your name now?"

The thin old man moved his throat twice before he started to speak, his voice a little hoarse: "My master, Mr. Meng, you mentioned when you entered the city that he was the lord of the city city, with his surname Qi, and his name was the Long March, while Lao Jiu was the steward of the city lord's mansion. The old master gave him the surname Qi, and the single name was Rong."

"It turns out that the old man is the butler of the City Lord Qi. I am really disrespectful." Meng Xiang looked at Qi Rong, "Since Butler Qi is here to find me, I guess there is something wrong, right?"

"My master learned that two young heroes, Mr. Meng and Mr. Yan, came to the city of despair, wanted to see their style. The master had already set up a banquet in the city of lords' mansion. I wonder if they were willing to enjoy the glory?"

Meng Xiang looked out through the broken walls of the lobby and said, "It's time for lunch. Since Lord Qi is willing to invite me and my brother to dinner, we will be disrespectful. Butler Qi invites you!"

When we arrived outside Yuebin Building, a luxurious cart had already been parked in front of the door. Two white elephants who were more than two meters tall were pulled. Meng Xiang and Yan Shi did not postpone it and directly got into a cart that was more spacious than a room.

Qi Rong waved his hand to the driver, and the cart moved quietly without making any sound. Seeing the cart going out for about ten feet, he suddenly took out a white handkerchief and covered it on his mouth. When the handkerchief moved away from his mouth, it was already bright red.

Qi Rong looked at the cart away, his eyes became cold and alert. While wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, he whispered: "What a terrible innate true energy. It seems that everything has to be planned for a long time."

About half an hour later, I pulled Meng Xiang and Yan Shi's cart to a twisted iron trunk, and I don't know how thick it was. No, to be precise, I came to a tree hole at the root of the giant tree.

Although it is a tree hole, its height is more than two meters and its width is 16 meters. At the top of the tree hole, there is a black-bottomed gold sign hanging, with three powerful characters written on it - the City Lord's Mansion.

Stepping on the fifth-level white jade steps, Meng Xiang and Yan Shi walked into the tree hole under the guidance of Qi Rong. The situation inside the tree hole was not visible from the outside, but after entering, they found that it was no different from the layout of ordinary mansions, and it was not as dark as they thought. There were balls with large heads hanging everywhere, emitting bright white light, which was better than the light of ordinary houses.

After walking about a cup of tea, Qi Rong led the two into a large house, both of which were more than three meters long and wide. Judging from the decoration, it should be a living room.

After Meng Xiang and Yan Shi sat down, Qi Rong asked several young and beautiful women to serve them with exquisite pastries and fragrant tea, and asked them to serve them on the side. Then he accused him of guilt and walked towards the back hall, saying that he was going to invite his master.

Meng Xiang was drinking tea and eating pastries while his eyes moved, looking at the decorations of the entire living room with a leisurely expression. At this time, Qi Rong had already passed by the courtyard and came to an octagonal pavilion.

There was only one person in the middle of the pavilion, a middle-aged man with a calm expression, slowly flipping through a linear ancient book. He held a jade pot and a jade cup in his hand, and half a cup of fragrant tea in the cup.

The moment Qi Rong stepped into the octagonal pavilion, the middle-aged man put the ancient books in his hand on the table, and his time was not bad at all. He looked at Qi Rong and suddenly his expression changed: "Bo Rong, are you injured?" As he said that, the man stood up from the chair and grabbed him in two steps.

Qi Rong shook his head and said lightly: "It's just a little injury, master, don't worry."

The middle-aged man grabbed Qi Rong's pulse, tried his best, and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's really nothing serious, it's okay to have a few days of rest. Oh, by the way. Rong Bo, how were you injured?"

"I blame me for this. I blocked those who went to find Meng Xiang and Yan Shi. The purpose was to anger them and let them fight me. I would also take the opportunity to test their strength. If their strength is not too strong, I happened to capture them and take them back to the city lord's mansion and hand them over to your master for disposal. Although you want to use them, you cannot let them do whatever you want. If they kill the people in Tiemu City and we don't express anything, we will inevitably lose our prestige in people's hearts. However, God does not follow the will of others. The boy named Meng was indeed angry by my actions and attacked me. Unfortunately, the old slave was not as good as others. Not only did he not catch them, he was injured."

"Is that boy named Meng hurting you?" A dangerous light appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes. "He made such a big noise at the city gate yesterday, and now he dares to hurt you again. It seems that I want to give him some color to see, otherwise he really doesn't know who Tiemu City is."

"Master, I agree with you if you want to teach him a lesson. If you want to use him, you must first reduce his spirit, but Master, you must make complete preparations before you take action. I don't think this Meng Xiang is simple."

"Oh? What's special about him?"

"No matter how terrible sword technique he killed Li Yaoting and others yesterday, even his true energy is extremely strong. Once activated, it will roll like thunder, with a mighty momentum, and it will be invincible. I am fortunate to be blessed by the grace of the old master and be able to teach the "Bichao Art". Although I am talented and dull, fortunately I still know how to work hard and have reached the sixth level. When I compete with the Meng surname, although I have tried my best, I am still easily crushed by the true energy he emits. And I can clearly feel that he has not used all his strength, otherwise I would not have the chance to see you again."

"Bo Rong, is he really as terrible as you said?" The middle-aged man's expression became solemn for the first time.

"It'll only be more terrifying than what I said."
Chapter completed!