Thinking of this, the short-bearded man couldn't help but feel proud. He snorted coldly, patted the old man in sackcloth heavily on the shoulder, and said: "You know what's going on, let's go!"
Afterwards, the short-bearded man and his group left here, and everyone onlookers also left one after another.
"Grandpa, I'm sorry!" The little boy was so scared that he shed tears. He looked at the old man in sackcloth with an apologetic look.
The old man in sackcloth shook his head, took another bunch of candied haws, handed it to him, and said with a smile: "It's okay, go home quickly."
After the little boy left, the old man Mai once again started selling his candied haws.
"It's really ridiculous that a dignified cultivator wants to blackmail the old, weak, sick and children to get money." Ye Shenghui smiled and shook his head.
"It's not surprising that there are always some black sheep within a force." Alchemist Murong said.
Lin Yun has been looking at the old man. Others may not care much about this old man, but Lin Yun feels that this old man in sackcloth is a bit strange.
How could a mere old man selling candied haws of sugared haws take out a high-grade Yuan Stone, let alone ten high-grade Yuan Stones at once, just to save an unrelated child? This is a bit strange.
But Lin Yun's thoughts soon returned to the Demon-Slaying Sword. After all, who this old man was had nothing to do with him. He had now determined the location of the aura of the remaining fragments of the Demon-Slaying Sword.
"Go there." Lin Yun looked at the end of Wanliu City Avenue, and Ye Shenghui and Murong Alchemist also looked at it one after another.
At the end of the avenue, I saw a rather large mansion. On the plaque of the mansion, there were three big characters carved on it - City Lord's Mansion.
Ye Shenghui and the other two didn't ask any questions. After putting on their masks tightly, they followed Lin Yun's footsteps and walked forward along the avenue.
As Lin Yun and the others were advancing, the door of the City Lord's Mansion suddenly opened. Then, dozens of capable warriors were seen walking out of the City Lord's Mansion, carrying bows and arrows and waist knives.
"Go away, go away! Don't block the road!" These dozens of capable warriors separated the crowd with unkind expressions, and in the middle of them was a middle-aged man with a big belly.
This middle-aged man is short and fat. He wears gold and silver. He likes to look at people sideways and has an air of arrogance.
"It's the city lord..."
"This guy is out to collect money again!"
"What a bastard! I have to collect money every day!"
When the bosses of the surrounding shops saw this short and fat man, they couldn't help but get angry and murmur in low voices. This man was also the lord of their Wanliu City - Pan Jianren.
Wanliu City is a city under the command of Wanliu Sect, a third-grade sect in Kaizer Region, and this Pan Jianren is the younger brother of the leader of Wanliu Sect.
He usually does evil things, does evil things, and is despised by others.
However, the common people were afraid that he was a first-level Martial Emperor and the Wanliu Sect behind him. In addition, they still needed to survive in Wanliu City, so they did not dare to offend him in the slightest.
"Get out of here, my lord! Hurry and pay all the money, ten high-grade Yuan stones for each person, otherwise, get out of Wanliu City!" Pan Jianren stood in the center of the avenue, with his hands on his hips,
shouted.
For a time, the shop owners donated money one after another. Even if they were reluctant in their hearts, they did not dare to resist at all.
As early as when he saw Pan Jianren, Lin Yun signaled Ye Shenghui and the others to stop.
After sensing it for a moment, Lin Yun smiled and said: "The thing is on him, let's go."
At this moment, Pan Jianren was counting the high-grade Yuan stones in his hands, with a proud smile on his face, and said to himself: "If Feishui hadn't done this, how could I..."
Pan Jianren's thoughts were suddenly interrupted when a young man's indifferent voice sounded in his ears.
"You have something of mine on you."
Pan Jianren looked up and saw three people standing in front of him. They were of different heights. They were all wearing masks. They were Lin Yun and the others.
Lin Yun put his hands behind his back and looked at Pan Jianren calmly. He had just confirmed with his spiritual consciousness that the fragments of the Demon-Slaying Sword were indeed on Pan Jianren's body.
"Bold!" The dozens of capable warriors shouted coldly. Just as they were about to raise their weapons, Pan Jianren had already raised his hand, signaling them not to act rashly.
Pan Jianren looked Lin Yun up and down, and after a moment, he sneered: "Are you making me laugh? Who knows, everything in this Wanliu City belongs to me, Pan Jianren!"
Pan Jianren did not take action immediately because he knew that the three people in front of him were not from Wanliu City.
Most of the people who come and go in Wanliu City are bounty hunters. No matter how arrogant he is, with the Wanliu Sect as his backer, he would not dare to be too disrespectful to the bounty hunters.
"A fragment of a sword is on your body." Lin Yun said in a light tone.
After hearing Lin Yun's words, Pan Jianren frowned. After thinking for a long time, he took out the storage and took out something.
It was a broken blade, completely black, less than half a finger long, and without any energy fluctuations.
When Lin Yun saw it, he was overjoyed. This was the fragment of the Demon-Slaying Sword!
"Is this what you're talking about?" Pan Jianren asked.
Lin Yun nodded and continued: "Make a price."
If it were outside, Lin Yun could snatch it, but now that there are so many bounty hunters around, Lin Yun doesn't want to cause too much trouble.
"Joke!" Pan Jianren's expression changed and became extremely gloomy. He put away the fragments of the Demon-Slaying Sword, looked at Lin Yun, and suddenly showed a treacherous smile, saying: "Although I don't know the use of this broken blade, but You can be sure that this must be something extraordinary.”
"Since you recognize such a thing, you may have other broken blades on you."
Lin Yun's face was expressionless, without any emotion, he just looked at Pan Jianren.
Pan Jianren took a step back, waved his hand, and shouted: "Come here, get him!"
"I'm telling you, kid! Everything in this Wanliu City belongs to me, Pan Jianren. If you're wise, hand over the Broken Blade and I will spare your life!"
Following Pan Jianren's order, dozens of capable warriors suddenly rushed out, drew their bows and arrows, drew their sabers, and surrounded Lin Yun and the others with eager eyes.
"Who is this person..."
"If you dare to ask for something from Pan Jianren, you are not lighting a lantern in a latrine! Are you looking for death?"
"You are so brave to dare to come to Wanliu City to cause trouble!"
For a time, passers-by retreated and there was an uproar.
"Sect Master!" Ye Shenghui frowned, wanting to remind Lin Yun that if he took action here, he might cause unnecessary trouble.
"It doesn't matter, we'll leave as soon as we get the things." Lin Yun said lightly.
Naturally, these words were heard by Pan Jianren. Pan Jianren became furious, pointed at Lin Yun and shouted angrily: "Not only do you want to take my Lord's things, but you also want to leave? That's not a small tone. Take him!"