Mrs. Yanhou has led the guards to fight with Gan Kun's subordinates.

The Hou Mansion guarded two thousand people suddenly launched an attack, first caught Gan Kun off guard.[]

However, Gan Kun's disciples quickly stabilized their positions.

In terms of strength, there is a certain gap between the guards of the Hou Mansion and the Gan Kun sect.

More importantly, the leading generals.

Gan Kun stood on the gatehouse, and the top Daluo was in charge, giving the disciple enough confidence.

The top ten disciples stood behind him, all of whom were at the same time. Any one of them stood up was enough to fight with Mrs. Yan.

Mrs. Yanhou stood ten miles away and confronted the Eleventh Master on the gatehouse alone.

Gan Kun was puzzled. Could it be that Mrs. Yanhou went crazy, drove the sheep and tiger, and killed himself?

Looking at the guards, they were obviously not opponents of the sect, but they all seemed to be injected with chicken blood and fought to the death, which was a complete way to fight with the death of a fish and a stone.

resentment!

Gan Kun immediately thought of the reason why the guards of the Hou Mansion were fighting desperately.

The guards were far less treated than their disciples. After years of age, they naturally had a grudge.

After all, Mrs. Yanhou was the mistress of these guards, but she became a toy in the bed between their father and son, which naturally brought shame to them.

Killing cannot solve the fundamental problem.

Gan Kun was wondering whether he should learn from his lessons and appease him with gentleness and resolve this war.

But he immediately thought of his son and his heart suddenly sank.

"stop!"

A young man, holding a token in his hand, surrounded by a five-clawed golden dragon, walked out slowly.

"This is... Master Tang?!" Gao Jiao, who was responsible for looking up on the gatehouse, recognized Tang Shan at a glance and said in one sentence.

Gan Kun's eyes shrank and he stared at the token in Tang Shan's hand.

There are four characters engraved on the token, radiating colorful mysterious lights - as if I were here in person!

Gan Kun didn't know this token, but he knew the words above.

Of course he understood what "as if I come in person" means.

"Stop, stop!" Gan Kun's voice trembled a little, leading the top ten disciples to jump directly from the gatehouse, lay on the ground, and said in panic: "Gan Kun, the grass man, welcome the emperor."

The battle stops instantly, just like when it happens instantly, making people confused.

Gan Kun's disciples, guards of the Marquis' Mansion, and thousands of people all fell to the ground.

Except for one person, Alang, who is protecting Tang Shan.

Oh my God, that's a mysterious god!

Looking at the entire broken continent, besides the eight princes and princes in the Saint Ancestor City, who else can have the guards of the Xuanshen realm?

The atmosphere instantly solidified, and even breathing was held, and thousands of people were silent.

Tang Shan put away the token and asked lightly: "Are you Gan Kun?"

"Crown Prince, this is the prince!" Gan Kun shouted in his heart. But Tang Shan did not reveal his identity, and he did not dare to make random decisions. After thinking for a moment, he replied: "If you want to be a wise man, the grass-roots are Gan Kun."

"Well," Tang Shan nodded and said lightly: "Kill!"

Alang took action, pointed his bow and directly destroyed Gan Kun's soul.

Gan Kun never understood until his death. He had offended the prince, nor did he know whether his son was dead or alive.

"Why kill my master?" Asked, the four of them jumped up, all of them from Gan Kun's top ten disciples.

Tang Shan smiled and nodded again.

Alang took action again, went and returned, very quickly, leaving only a string of phantoms. It seemed that he had never moved at all, and he always stayed by Tang Shan's side.

The four people who had just jumped fell to the ground, with no blood or wounds, still angry on their faces, but they were dead.

Daluo, even the top Daluo, cannot compete with Xuanshen.

Gan Kun’s top ten disciples are all first-class Daluo. I don’t know when and when will they be able to cultivate to the top level. However, Alang is a mysterious god, and the ten Gan Kuns are not his opponents, let alone these disciples under Gan Kun.

The one who took action was Alang, but the one who ordered it was Tang Shan.

Without any explanation or any words, Yancheng's martial artist and four disciples under him were executed.

This is imperial power, representing the majesty of the emperor.

When the emperor was angry, his blood flowed thousands of miles away.

"The Lord Yan was killed and the slave was humiliated, and it was all up to the Lord to make the decision for Yan's family!" Mrs. Yan lay on the ground and cried sadly.

She was acting, but she was directly involved in the show, obviously showing her true feelings.

"Okay, get up. You all get up. Let's stop the matter between Gan Kun and his son." Tang Shan raised his hand, asked everyone to get up, and took Alang into Gan Mansion.

"Protect Master!" Mrs. Yan Hou looked like frost and issued a stern order to the guards of the Hou's Mansion.

"No need." Tang Shan's voice came from the Gan Mansion, very casually, as if he was ignorant of Gan Kun's three thousand disciples, "Madam comes in and talk, and you guys."

"You" refers to Gan Kun's other six disciples.

First-class Daluo is a master among the masters in this small Yancheng.

Tang Shan sat on the big chair, the big chair that Yanhou gave to Gan Kun, said slowly: "From today on, the guards of the Marquis' Mansion and the six brothers will merge together to form six guards, and you will be commanded by them."

The six people were stunned and looked at each other secretly, but no one made a sound.

Tang Shan paused and continued: "The six teams took turns to guard the Hou's Mansion, the other team guarded Yancheng, the two teams went out to hunt, and the two teams rested."

"Where is the treatment?" someone asked with courage.

"Madam?" Tang Shan did not answer, but turned to Mrs. Yanhou, "You are responsible for the property in Yancheng, and the ratio of the guards is up to you to decide."

The wife smiled slightly and said to Gan Kun’s six masters: “Each person has a ‘Fulong Pill’ every day, which is the basic ratio, and will not change for the time being.”

"The comparison of your treatment has doubled before."

"There are about six or seven hundred guards under each of you, so you will naturally have to promote some small team leaders. Their treatment is determined by you. If you report to me, I will try my best to meet their requirements."

"You have to choose the tax collector, and the treatment is equivalent to that of the team leader."

The six people were obviously satisfied and saluted together, "Madam Xie, Lord Xie."

When Mrs. Yanhou mentioned the tax collector, Tang Shan couldn't help but feel moved and said, "Yancheng's taxes are too heavy, I think it should be changed. No matter what industry it is in, including hunters, it will be reduced to 10%.

"Yizheng?!" Mrs. Yanhou was shocked, raised her beautiful eyes and glanced at Tang Shan secretly. Although she didn't say anything, she was secretly complaining in her heart.

Yancheng is located in a remote area and has poor properties. After collecting taxes according to Tang Shan's order, he may not be able to support the expenses of the 5,000 guards.

"Where we go out to hunt, we just hand in one of the demon pills?"

At this time, there are still people who make things worse.

Mrs. Yanhou glanced at Tang Shan again and prayed secretly, never agree.

Tang Shan did not agree, but waved his hand and said, "Slaying demons and eliminating demons is not only a kind of cultivation, but also a guarantee of the safety of the people of Yancheng. The hunting income of the guards does not have to be handed over to the treasury, and you will be rewarded according to your work."

No one said anything. The six first-class Daluo seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and they wanted to gather the team immediately and rush out of Yancheng to kill demons and eliminate demons.

Mrs. Yanhou was a little nervous. Yancheng's reserves were insufficient. According to Tang Shan's random messes, he would probably not be able to support even for a month.

It was raining at night, as if telling the people of Yancheng that a new owner had been changed here.

The city lord, this is what Tang Shan asked his subordinates to call him. "Master" made him very uncomfortable, and seemed to have brought him back to the Jinyiwei era in the past.

The horse was wearing a furious clothes and crossing the sword, and the days were smooth. But the ending made him heartbroken. Wang Xuanshi, Princess Huairou...

Where is Xia'er? They are obviously in love, but they are destined to be his confidante, and this is the best result!

After eliminating the grudges with Yang Teng, the two of them could not get together with the dual identities of Princess Xia'er and the head of the sect.

Where is Mu Qingqing? She has married and everything is over!

The inability to get rid of the world is destined to be the tragedy of the ending.

The Xuan Realm is very good. He is like a piece of white paper that can rewrite his life.

Shi Fei, Yue Zhuifeng, and Nie Hun, these three people must be killed and completely destroyed.

There is so much time, so there is no need to rush for a while. One day in the cultivation world, one year in the Xuan Realm. If you are in the cultivation world, only a few hours have passed now...

Tang Shan thought randomly and fell asleep.

Alang slept in the front room, and there was a secret room inside the room, which was the place of the lush and lush treasure land.

This is a lake with a vast blue wave, completely composed of spiritual energy.

Alang stood on the shore, and the rich spiritual energy formed a gas mass of hundreds of feet in diameter, completely wrapping him inside.

He inhaled and exhaled, and the huge air mass was completely sucked into his body and was spit out again.

After ten breaths, the rich spiritual energy with a diameter of 100 feet was completely refined by him and poured into his body without leaving a trace.
To be continued...