When he reached the end of the long street, Mr. Wei turned around and looked towards the balcony calmly.
It's not very real, but I can feel the sharp sword breath there, like a tiger perched on the mountain, like a dragon swimming in the nine heavens... domineering, majestic, and unparalleled.
What a swordsman!
Jiuling whispered, "Feng Zun, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, please call me Young Master from now on."
"Yes, sir."
"Go on."
"...I... the birth of the Holy Land of the Phoenix Clan has attracted many coveters. I once saw a sword cultivator fighting with someone from a distance. The aura around his body was hot and surging. The power of his fire spirit was not inferior to that of our clan. Afterwards, I inquired, He is a monk from Tai Ah Palace, and many strong men from this force have come with the intention of seizing the Phoenix Clan's treasure."
The fire spirit is majestic, comparable to that of the Phoenix Clan? Young Master Wei suddenly had an idea and said, "Is there any strange phenomenon when this monk fights with others?"
Jiuling thought about it carefully and said, "Except for the monstrous fire spirit, there are no strange phenomena... By the way, there is a phantom of flame between his eyebrows, which lights up when he is fighting with people. It burns so blazingly that one can see it at a glance and feel his eyes. Stinging pain, like being burned."
The flame between the brows!
As expected, there are not many people in the world who can rival the Phoenix Clan and Huo Ling.
In addition, Mr. Wei already knew that the appearance of the Phoenix Clan's relics was part of a plan, so it was not too difficult to guess the identity of the other party.
Tai Ah Palace... is just like the Huo Yanyan back then, but it is obvious that this time, they have taken real action. But I don't know whether this matter was guided by the Tianci clan, or by the Ri Zun himself?
Mr. Wei remained calm, and just as he was about to listen to Jiuling continue speaking, he suddenly heard the waiter calling, "Mr. Wei, you are finally back, Mr. Wei!"
"Go back and take a look. The person around you has a conflict with another resident, and my shopkeeper can't comfort him."
Mr. Wei frowned slightly, then straightened his hands and said, "Thank you, second brother, for reminding me. I'll go back and take a look. I think there's any misunderstanding."
"Yes, yes, everyone should be friendly when going out." The waiter glanced at Jiuling, who was standing next to him holding an umbrella. Her figure was covered by a black robe, but the palm of her hand holding the umbrella was faintly visible under the brim of her hat. The exposed curve of her jaw is enough to show that this is an extremely beautiful female nun.
He was secretly envious and thought that Mr. Wei was very elegant in his speech. The so-called making friends after meeting an old friend should be regarded as making an appointment with a beautiful woman, right? He even brought her back, and he was not afraid that the other young lady would be jealous. He was really like a noble man.
He suppressed his thoughts, took a few steps forward and whispered, "Young Master Wei, please be careful. I see that the other party is very arrogant. I'm afraid he is not an easy person."
Mr. Wei smiled, said "I understand", and led Jiuling through the lobby of the inn and into the guest room courtyard at the back.
It was raining heavily, but the inn had its own formation that blocked out all the rainwater when activated, so there were a lot of nefarious people surrounding it at the moment.
"What nonsense are you talking about? If you really can't explain it, just do it!"
"Yes, we
We are just watching the excitement, what’s the point of always talking nonsense?”
There was a lot of chatter, and from time to time someone would make a fuss. After all, those who watch the fun always don't think it's a big deal.
In the crowd, Tu Qing was protected by several people, with anger on his face.
Standing at the front of the mourning platform, he felt that what happened today was a bit strange, so he did not act rashly, so as not to ruin the arrangement of His Majesty.
At this moment, there was a commotion outside the crowd, "Make way, guests, please give way, Mr. Wei is back."
Lingtai felt relieved and hurriedly handed over his hands, "Greetings to the young master."
A monk in the Ascension Realm of Chongyun Sect, a middle-aged female cultivator with a plump body but dignified eyebrows. She bowed first and then turned around and said, "Young Master is back. Miss Tu Qing calms down, and I have a Young Master who will uphold justice for us."
The rest of the people bowed down respectfully and did not dare to raise their heads even a little bit without permission.
This scene made the onlookers tremble in their hearts. Just looking at the other party's behavior, he was not an ordinary person.
Mr. Wei waved his hand, glanced at the other side, then looked at Tu Qing, smiled and said, "You were fine when you left. What happened?"
Tu Qing said, "The formation in our courtyard was broken. I don't know when a paper kite flew in. Then these people came to the door. It must be that I stole their treasures..."
"Bah! You little girl is so rude with your words. If we didn't have the evidence, would we have come to your door? That's all! It seems that you are not prepared to admit the blame, so there is nothing to say. Take the person and wait for me before the guardian.
To deal with it.”
Opposite, a young monk shouted loudly and waved his hands violently.
Behind him, a burly figure stepped into the field.
boom--
Powerful energy and blood burst out of the body, instantly cracking the ground, and everyone was so excited that they stepped back.
"Wufu!"
"This Qi and blood is as fierce as fire and burning, at least it is at the peak of Seven Bloods!"
"With the warrior's desperate measures, it will be difficult for the Eternal Realm monks to capture him in a short period of time..."
While everyone was shouting, the warrior had already taken action. The moment his feet cracked, his five fingers were like hooks piercing the air, and he came straight towards Luo Guan.
Sure enough, it was for him.
Just now, the situation seemed tense, but in fact both sides were very restrained, but as soon as Luo Guangang showed up, the other party immediately started to quarrel with each other.
Luo Guan lowered his head and suddenly thought of the swordsman drinking on the balcony of the long street just now.
The other person's breath seems a bit familiar at this moment...
"Ouch!"
Everyone screamed and gasped.
I thought to myself that this person was stupid. Facing a seven-blood warrior, he dared to do nothing.
response?
Bang——
With a loud noise, the seventh-blood warrior flew backwards, smashed the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound.
Tianqi bowed, "My subordinates are incompetent, which frightened the young master."
Luo Guan nodded casually and looked across, "Who asked you to come?"
Wow——
There was an uproar in the inn, and then fell into dead silence.
Gong Huo and the others who were noisy just now are now keeping their mouths shut, with awe on their faces.
hiss--
A martial artist at the peak of Seven Bloods. If such a figure had not appeared in the Phoenix Clan's ancestral land, he would have been almost the top figure in the Land of Ten Thousand Islands.
But now, he was seriously injured with a wave of his sleeves. What kind of state is this person in?
Opposite, a group of people causing trouble suddenly panicked. The young monk at the head changed his face and said loudly, "What? You can't bully others with your strength! Let me tell you, if we, the subordinates of Naiwu Temple, dare to hurt our people, you will be in big trouble!"
Martial Arts Temple?
Luo Guan glanced at Tianqi.
His face changed slightly, and he whispered, "Young Master, the name of the Martial Arts Temple has been heard by my subordinates. It is a loose organization composed of martial arts practitioners in the world. Although it does not have a strong leader, its scale and strength are terrifying...
…Almost all the most powerful martial arts masters in the world are among them... There are even rumors that there are indeed masters of the Martial God Realm among them.”
After ten levels of blood refining, he can be called the God of Martial Arts.
This is already a terrifying existence comparable to the immortals in this world.
What's more, the background of a gathering of martial arts experts in the world is unfathomable.
When the young monk opposite saw this, he looked arrogant and said, "Hand over that little girl and let us deal with it, and then apologize. There may be something more to this matter..."
He was interrupted before he finished speaking. Luo Guan waved his hand, "Take it down. Anyone who dares to resist will have his hands and feet broken."
"Yes!" Tianqi suddenly turned around, his eyes covering several people.
At this moment, they felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and their faces were pale.
"stop!"
Following the loud shout, a figure fell from the sky and landed with a "thud". The ground where it stood instantly shattered into powder, but it only spread to the surrounding three feet, showing perfect control of its own power.
"Dharma Protector!" The young monk was overjoyed, and he hurriedly saluted with several others, and gritted his teeth and said, "They stole my treasures and injured my men."
The protector glared at him and said, "Shut up!"
He cupped his hands and smiled, "There may be some misunderstandings today, so please show your respect, Mr. Wei, and don't argue with the younger generation."
While speaking, his eyes fell on a figure who was always silent behind the crowd. He hesitated slightly and said, "Excuse me, but is it in front of Brother Heisha?"
The figure looked up
, showing a serious smile and a face as cold as stone, and said lightly, "Fellow Taoist Yuantong, long time no see."
Yuan Tong, the protector of the Martial Temple, suddenly shrank his pupils, and then laughed "haha", "It's really a black evil fellow! It was a misunderstanding today, and the flood rushed into the Dragon King Temple. It's also Yuan's fault that he was unable to control it, allowing them to rush into it.
I have killed Young Master Wei, and Yuan Mou hereby apologizes."
The young monk's expression changed. He was already smart, otherwise he would not have been assigned this mission.
I don’t know where it is, but I hit a brick wall today.
The person the protector knew was just a silent and bowing person opposite, not even qualified to speak... So one can imagine the background of this profession...
Cold sweat instantly soaked his back, and he quickly bowed, "Mr. Wei, I am a villain who has no eyesight, so please be magnanimous!"
Luo Guan looked calm and looked at Heisha, "Your friend?"
Heisha bowed and said, "Young Master Hui, we have known each other for a while, but we don't have a deep friendship...but the other party is indeed a monk from the Martial Arts Temple."
In one sentence, you make your position clear.
Yuan Tong's heart sank again and he forced out a smile, "Fellow Daoist Heisha, although you are idle in the clouds and wild cranes, you are also a member of the Martial God Temple..."
Heisha interrupted him, "I will withdraw if necessary."
Yuan Tong knew that it would be difficult to be kind today. He took a deep breath and said, "Master Wei, what are your conditions? Please tell me."
Luo Guan thought for a moment and said, "Who asked you to come?"
Yuan Tong shook his head and said decisively, "Today is just a misunderstanding. We are definitely not being instigated by others. If Mr. Wei is angry, we can apologize... If you are still not satisfied, these subordinates can do whatever you want."
,how?"
Luo Guan shook his head, "Fellow Taoist Yuantong, Mr. Wei is very easy to talk to, but you are not sincere. In that case, please stay for now."
Yuan Tong yelled, "Master Wei, do you want to think clearly? With the current situation, are you really going to have a grudge against our Martial God Temple just because of a trivial matter?!"
Luo Guan waved his hand.
Hei Sha had no expression on his face and stepped down, "Young Master, my subordinates are willing to fight. This is an internal fight in the Martial Temple and has nothing to do with the Young Master."
boom--
Qi and blood surged into the sky, condensed into heavy black armor, and flocculent blood and gas intertwined around him, vibrating and undulating, like evil ghosts coming from hell, ferocious and terrifying.
The overwhelming pressure is like an abyss or a prison!
At this moment, countless eyes gathered.
"The Realm of Nine Bloods!"
"Martial Emperor!"
Waves of exclamations resounded in all directions.
On the long street, on the balcony, the swordsman drinking wine in the rain frowned at this moment.
He covered the wine flask and tied it around his waist.
Buzz——
There was a sword cry, and the figure disappeared.