Two Heavenly Clan members walked past Fang Yu, who were discussing in low voices with their heads lowered.
The content of the words made Fang Yu frown and his eyes turned cold.
The City Lord's Mansion reacted quickly and it was related to the Sinan family.
The reason why the Si Nan family reacted like this was obviously because of the existence of Si Nan Xin.
"In that case, the next stop...is directly to Simon's house."
With this thought in mind, Fang Yu continued walking along the street.
Soon, he returned to the door of the auction house.
The position where he killed Yuan Longyun was now surrounded by a large number of monks wearing purple gold robes.
"bass……"
Bursts of light flickered in the field.
There were a large number of gods and human slaves around, all watching this scene curiously.
The monks in purple and gold robes all come from the City Lord's Mansion.
What are they doing at this moment?
Fang Yu narrowed his eyes and slowly approached the group of purple-gold robed monks.
Until he walked directly behind one of the monks, less than half a meter away... no one could spot him.
Fang Yu put his hands behind his back and looked forward.
I saw an old man with long white hair meditating in that area.
He is suspended about two meters above the ground.
The source of the flashing light is his body.
The old man was meditating in the air, his eyes closed tightly, and a halo spread out around his body.
The halo spreads out in all directions, magnifying infinitely.
"Are you trying to use the remaining aura from the previous battle to capture the traces of my departure? This method is quite clever, but it's a pity that the group of people I took with Wu Heng were teleported out by directly operating the laws of space..."
Fang Yu squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the old man in front of him, and thought to himself.
"bass!"
Just when Fang Yu was looking at the old man, the old man suddenly opened his eyes.
At this moment, Fang Yu's eyes met his in the air.
The old man quickly changed his gaze and glanced around.
"Master Qian, how is the situation?"
A monk wearing a purple gold robe walked forward and asked in a low voice.
The old man touched the beard on his chin and slowly dropped his feet back to the ground.
He lowered his head, looked at the sword marks on the ground, and then looked at the city gate to the south.
Then, he shook his head gently.
"His breath was cut off not far away. Where he fled to after that...it's unclear." The old man said slowly.
The purple-gold-robed monk frowned and said with an unhappy face, "It seems that this bitch of the human race is really quite powerful. Not even Master Qian can trace his whereabouts..."
The old man said nothing and looked at the sword marks on the ground again.
"What should we do about this? Due to the request of the second lady of the Sinan family, the city lord's palace is particularly concerned about this matter. The reaction from the Yuanlong family is even more intense, almost crazy... Besides, a human bastard is here in our midst.
Killing a direct descendant of a noble family in public in the ancient city of Datong... This kind of thing is unheard of!"
"If word spreads, how will other big cities view our ancient city of Datong?"
"No matter what, we have to find that bitch! Kill him to calm down the anger and a series of things that may happen in the future..."
The purple-gold-robed monk said to himself.
The old man in front of him squatted down and touched the cracks on the ground, his brows frowning more and more.
"Sir, have you discovered anything?"
Seeing the old man's actions, the purple-gold-robed monk came to his senses and asked quickly.
The old man was silent for a while, then stood up and said: "This sword energy... is far more powerful than what you can see with the naked eye."
"...Huh? Forgive me for being stupid and not understanding what Master Qian said." The purple-gold robed monk looked confused.
"It means...the sword energy released by the human race who killed Yuan Longyun and seventeen domestic slaves with one sword was the sword energy that was forcibly suppressed...not the entirety of the sword energy," the old man said.
"Master Qian, what do you mean, that human bitch deliberately suppressed his strength?" The purple-gold-robed monk opened his eyes wide and asked.
"Yes, and... suppressed a lot, this is just one sword." The old man replied.
The purple-gold robed monk's face was changing, his eyes flashing constantly.
"How can a human bastard be able to turn the world upside down!? This is the ancient city of Datong! Master Qian, I will go back immediately and report your findings to the young master, and see what the young master decides..."
After saying that, the purple-gold-robed monk flew back, flying towards the rear at an extremely fast speed.
Seeing this scene, Fang Yu's eyes lit up.
"Whoosh!"
He immediately took off and followed behind the purple-gold robed monk.
Originally, he wanted to find a way to go to Sinan's house first.
But now, since someone is leading the way, it would be a better choice to go to the City Lord's Mansion first...
"boom!"
When flying into the air, Fang Yu felt a powerful spiritual pressure, suppressing it from above.
But that doesn't mean he was exposed.
"This should be the restriction on the human race that Wu Heng said. There are also restrictions outside the city, but the intensity is far less than inside the city." Fang Yu thought to himself.
However, spiritual pressure does exist, and it is indeed very powerful.
However, it is naturally impossible for this amount of spiritual pressure to suppress Fang Yu back to the ground.
Fang Yu just followed the purple-gold robed monk in front and flew towards the depths of Datong Ancient City.
But Fang Yu didn't notice that when he flew into the air, the ears of the old man on the ground suddenly trembled.
Then, he raised his head and looked at the place where Fang Yu left!
…
After flying into the air, you can see the general view of Datong Ancient City from a bird's eye view.
It is indeed a very huge city.
At least, at the current height of five to six hundred meters, the edge of the city cannot be seen.
Heading north all the way, speeding rapidly.
The purple-gold-robed monk was obviously very impatient and his speed was quite fast.
Fang Yu was less than five meters behind him.
But he felt nothing.
"Whoosh..."
The flight lasted about two quarters of an hour.
The purple-gold-robed monk finally dived down.
At this time, a huge city palace appeared in the field of vision.
Viewed from above, the surrounding walls form a square.
Within the walls, there are buildings one after another.
Obviously, this is the city lord's palace of Datong Ancient City.
"Whoosh!"
There is also a defensive array on the outside of the city lord's palace.
Fang Yu was just thinking about how to break the magic circle without anyone noticing, when the purple-gold robed monk landed at the gate.
He did not land directly into the city lord's palace, but landed at the gate and knelt down on one knee.
It seems...this is the rule of the city lord's mansion.
"I'm in the southeast of Xiaheng. I have something urgent to report to the young master."
The purple-gold-robed monk lowered his head and said.
The three characters "City Lord's Mansion" are on the horizontal plaque above the gate, exuding bursts of majesty and frightening heaviness.
At this time, the two doors of the City Lord's Mansion were tightly closed.
After Heng Nannan spoke, he waited for a moment.
"Come in."
"bass……"
At this time, the ground beneath Hengdongnan's feet suddenly glowed with light.
A burst of space law power emitted.
Hengdongnan's entire body was shrouded in light.
"Whoosh!"
The next second, he disappeared from Fang Yu's eyes.
"Teleport directly in..."
Fang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the door in front of him.