Jiang Qian was sitting alone in the yard, and saw the bamboos moving gently in the wind, leaving sparse and exquisite shadows. The faint fragrance of lotus came over, and the fragrant breeze made people suddenly feel relaxed.
Unknowingly, he has become a big shot and can easily influence the fate of ordinary people. He is no longer the evil-suppressing guard who works in Jinhua County every day with fear and fear.
When he looked up, he found a fire in the distance, like a raging sea of fire, burning half of the sky red.
Jiang Gan could see a huge fire dragon roaring from the sea of fire, faintly rushing towards Nanjun City.
Although they only made it halfway, they were blocked by the Xijiang River outside the city. They no longer had any strength left and began to collapse.
But this situation already shows how powerful the fire is. If it continues to expand, even Xijiang may not be able to stop the raging fire.
Once the fire spreads across the Xijiang River, the entire Nanjun City may be ignited and turned into a sea of fire.
You must know that most of the buildings in ancient times were made of wood, even buildings such as Taixuan Sword Pavilion and Zuixian Tower are no exception.
These buildings are not afraid of ordinary flames, but the sea of fire outside the city is obviously caused by special flames.
Once it spreads to Nanjun City, the entire city will be turned into a sea of fire, and ordinary people will not know how many casualties there will be.
Logically speaking, such a big movement would have alerted the Nanjun government, and the government should send strong men to deal with it.
However, the various yamen in Nanjun were pushing the blame with each other, and some people were deliberately delaying the matter. Naturally, there was no hope of rescue.
The Xijiang Sword Sect is located just outside Nanjun City, across the Xijiang River from Nanjun City. Gangs of all sizes outside the city have to pay protection fees to the Xijiang Sword Sect.
At the same time, the Xijiang Sword Sect is deeply involved with all walks of life in Nanjun City, and its industries are spread throughout Nanjun City. The trees are big and have deep roots.
You must know that the interests of the entire Nanjun are limited. The more Xijiang Sword Faction gets, the less other forces will get.
Without the Xijiang Sword Sect, the yamen in Nanjun can gain more benefits.
In this world, even the low-level officials rarely exploit ordinary people. They have little money and low efficiency.
They are more willing to support some small gangs, do dirty work, have lots of money and high efficiency, and do not have to bear the stigma.
When those small gangs cause anger and resentment, and take the initiative to attack those small gangs, you can not only gain massive wealth, but also gain fame, political achievements, and achieve multiple things with one stone.
A local tiger like the Xijiang Sword Sect has a big tail and has carved up a lot of interests in Nanjun. It is a thorn in the side of Nanjun's yamen and a thorn in the flesh.
It is normal for the Xijiang Sword Sect to catch fire this time. Conspiracies and calculations are one thing, and security is also somewhat lax.
There are also various government offices in Nanjun who sit on the mountain and watch the fire. They only focus on strengthening the protection of the city, but have no intention of putting out the fire. They allow the fire to spread freely, and even secretly add fuel to the flames.
Jiang Gan saw all this in his eyes, his heart was filled with ice, and he secretly cursed the Nanjun officials as being evil-hearted and unworthy of a human being.
Although he sympathized with the Xijiang Sword Sect and the innocent people outside the city, he was weak and powerless in the face of the raging sea of fire.
When the fire subsided, the Nanjun County Sheriff's Yamen came out to express condolences, took back the wealth of the Xijiang Sword Sect, and moved a group of people over, and the matter was settled.
I have seen similar things many times in Jinhua County and have become accustomed to them.
For those in power, ordinary people are nothing more than cattle and horses. If they die, they will die, and no one will care.
Migrate a group of people here, multiply and live, and the past can be repeated for at most a hundred years.
If it weren't for the strict laws of Xian Qin, ordinary people's lives would be even more difficult.
Thinking of this, Jiang Gan's heart moved and he contacted You Zhuxia and asked her to take all the wealth accumulated by the Xijiang Sword Sect over thousands of years.
He is not greedy for wealth, but he just cannot bear to let that wealth be burned to ashes by flames, causing a waste of resources, and he is not willing to take advantage of corrupt officials.
The Heavenly Dragon Blessed Land is still very barren, and it needs massive resources to enhance the foundation of the blessed land and cultivate more strong people.
After receiving the order, You Zhuxia's eyes flashed with excitement, and he transformed into the breeze and headed towards the Xijiang Sword Sect.
The surging sea of fire did not stop her steps, but instead covered up her spiritual power fluctuations and did not attract any attention.
If a gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall, there are countless conspiracies hidden under the sea of fire. Nanjun will definitely bear the brunt of it, causing constant trouble.
Jiang Gan took a step forward and disappeared into Xiaoyao Courtyard. When he appeared again, he was already on the Xijiang River outside Nanjun City.
There was a Qianyuan palace lantern hiding his whereabouts. Jiang Gan stood on the river, but no one noticed his traces.
Not long after Jiang Qian left, a figure quietly appeared in Xiaoyao Courtyard holding a concealment talisman, but it did not cause any changes in the Taixuan Pavilion's protective formation.
If you observe carefully, you can see that this figure is none other than Pan Yingjun, the leader of the Xijiang Sword Sect.
Pan Yingjun went around Xiaoyaoyuan, but found no trace of Jiang Gan, and cursed in his heart that it was bad luck.
"Damn it, where did he go? Didn't he say that the boy was temporarily staying in Xiaoyaoyuan? Is the information wrong?"
In desperation, Pan Yingjun carefully searched in the Taixuan Pavilion, but the result was naturally in vain and gained nothing.
Just when Pan Yingjun was about to leave, he sensed a powerful aura descending on Taixuan Pavilion.
He couldn't help but his complexion changed drastically, and he quickly used the secret breath-condensing technique, combined with the concealment talisman, to try his best to hide his aura.
Suddenly, Pan Yingjun's whole body was as stone-like, without any fluctuation of aura.
At this time, a burly man walked into Taixuanbao Pavilion. Xuanfei quickly ran up to meet him and said respectfully: "Welcome to Commander Yang!"
That burly man was Yang Wudi who came under orders. He said loudly: "Tell me, what happened when the Taixuan Pavilion was stolen?"
After hearing Yang Wudi's question, Xuanfei did not dare to be negligent and quickly told what happened and his guesses one by one.
"In this way, the Xijiang Sword Sect is really suspected! A mere third-rate sect actually provoked Taixuan Taoist Palace. The crime cannot be punished!"
Yang Wudi nodded repeatedly, seeming quite convinced by Xuan Fei's speculation.
Hearing Xuan Fei's frame-up, Pan Yingjun's eyes were about to burst, murderous intent was boiling in his heart, and he accidentally revealed a hint of anger.
"who?"
Yang Wudi's perception is so sharp, this fact did not escape his perception, and he immediately shouted angrily.
At the same time, the billowing bloody evil energy filled the air and swept out towards Pan Yingjun's hiding place, causing ripples in the void.
The moment the breath leaked, Pan Yingjun sensed something was wrong, and his entire figure turned into a stream of light and fled away.
However, blocked by the billowing bloody aura, Pan Yingjun's figure froze slightly and stagnated for a moment.
A smile flashed across Yang Wudi's eyes, and he struck out with a palm, followed by dragon roars, and struck hard at Pan Yingjun.
When Pan Yingjun encountered such an incident, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and the sword energy continued continuously, like the rolling Xijiang River, suddenly erupting.
The endless torrent of sword energy gushes out, exuding an extreme edge that can pierce the void. It is cold and deep, freezing the soul.
This is Xijiang Sword Intent!
The color of the sword energy is pitch black, and the sword intention is like a rolling West River, rushing in mightily.
At the critical moment of life and death, Pan Yingjun did not bother to hide his identity and directly used the most powerful kendo fighting skills.
As soon as this sword intent came out, Pan Yingjun's aura surged, becoming more than three to five times more ferocious, and he was faintly as powerful as a second-level Tongxuan Realm expert.
Xijiang Sword Jue is based on the mighty Xijiang River. How powerful it is!
This is the inheritance of the ancient sword immortals. Even if it is only a fragment, it still has unimaginable power.
The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are so powerful and domineering, the mighty aura tears the sky apart, and the rolling Xijiang Sword Intent is continuously torn apart and spreads in all directions.
Yang Wudi shattered the Xijiang Sword Intent head-on, and his thick palm print directly hit Pan Yingjun's chest, and the power of the Subduing Dragon Palm raged crazily in his body.
Pan Yingjun spat out a mouthful of blood and used Xijiang's sword to block it for a moment. He was seriously injured in exchange for a glimmer of life.
He directly used the secret blood escape technique, and his whole body turned into a bloody sword light and flew away into the distance.
When Yang Wudi saw this, a playful look flashed in his eyes, and he followed Pan Yingjun unhurriedly.
A third-level martial arts master is a mainstay in any force and will not be given up easily. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will definitely rescue him with all his strength.
Play the long game and catch big fish, this is Yang Wudi, a warrior who has escaped from low interest!
Soon, Pan Yingjun fled to the vicinity of Zuixian Tower. When he saw Zuixian Tower so close, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.
Suddenly, a small and exquisite flying sword, exuding endless sharpness, penetrated Pan Yingjun's head at an incredible speed, and then disappeared.
This scene happened so fast that Yang Wudi didn't even react, and Pan Yingjun was already dead.
"Kill and silence?"
Yang Wudi murmured to himself, his expression full of solemnity.
A third-grade martial arts master kills whenever he wants, and the forces involved behind him are definitely not simple. They are probably not inferior to Taixuan Dao Palace, or even better.
Yang Wudi took a deep look at Zuixian Tower not far away, and then disappeared with Pan Yingjun's body.
The atmosphere in Zuixian Pavilion on the 36th floor of Zuixian Tower is extremely solemn, and you can hear a needle drop.
"Holy Girl, what does Yang Wudi seem to have discovered?"
He Jiuxiao said with a trembling voice, a look of panic flashed deep in his eyes.
In the twenty-four states of the Eastern Wasteland, Yang Wudi is a very famous existence, which makes countless demons and ghosts fear him and avoid him!
"Don't worry, Zuixian Tower is guarded by a great array of immortals, why should we be afraid of Yang Wudi?"
He Hongyao's eyes were cold and his tone was indifferent.
"What should I do with the dried ginger?"
He Jiuxiao asked hesitantly.
"Stop taking action and wait until the Great Elder arrives!"
He Hongyao pondered for a moment and said slowly.
"Well, the saint is wise!"
He Jiuxiao took a deep breath and complimented quickly.
He Hongyao turned around and looked at the surging sea of fire, a hint of gloom flashing in his beautiful eyes.
The White Lotus Sect planned for decades before taking the Xijiang Sword Sect under its command.
It was originally a self-directed and self-staged fire, but with the help of various forces, it completely destroyed the entire Xijiang Sword Sect. I don't know how many Xijiang Sword Sect disciples perished in the sea of fire.
After a while, Yang Wudi carried Pan Yingjun's body back to Taixuan Pavilion.
"Commander Yang is mighty!"
Looking at Pan Yingjun's body, Xuan Fei shouted excitedly.
Yang Wudi's eyes flashed with admiration, and he lifted Xuan Fei's chubby body and flew out of the city.
"Little Fatty, show me the way to Xijiang Sword Sect!"
Just after leaving the gate of Nanjun City, Xuan Fei froze when he looked at the blazing sea of fire, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.
Sensing something strange about Xuan Fei, Yang Wudi couldn't help but ask: "Little Fatty, what's wrong?"
"That's where the Xijiang Sword Sect is stationed?"
Xuan Fei stretched out a finger, pointed in the direction of the sea of fire, and said tremblingly.
Yang Wudi raised his eyes and couldn't help but feel nervous. It didn't matter if the Xijiang Sword Sect was on fire, but the stolen wealth from Taixuan Pavilion must be recovered.
Also, Yang Wudi took action personally, and the appearance fee should not be less, otherwise it would be a disgrace to his status as a grand master of the second-level Tongxuan realm of martial arts.
Thinking of this, Yang Wudi dropped Xuan Fei directly, and his whole body turned into a stream of light and rushed into the sea of fire.
Xuan Fei was caught off guard and fell into the Xijiang River, causing waves.
Even at the last moment, he used the golden light spell to protect his body, but at that terrifying speed, Xuan Fei was still slightly injured.
Seeing Yang Wudi's retreating figure, Xuan Fei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face full of bitterness, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.
But Yang Wudi broke into the center of the sea of fire and saw that the majestic building was burned by the fire.
It can be vaguely seen that the spiritual materials used to embellish and decorate the buildings have been forcibly dug away, leaving only ruins.
The wealth accumulated by the Xijiang Sword Sect over thousands of years has also been swept away, leaving nothing behind.
It can be said that anything valuable in the Xijiang Sword Sect has been looted long ago.
The more Yang Wudi thought about it, the angrier he became. He punched out, and the pure Yang fire energy merged into the sea of fire, adding a third of power to the raging flames.
After venting his anger, Yang Wudi had no intention of returning to Nanjun and escaped directly into the void, heading towards Taixuan Dao Palace.
The raging flames are getting hotter and hotter, and their power is getting more and more terrifying. The wide Xijiang River cannot stop the spread of the fire.
Jiang Qian could clearly sense that there were thirty-seven different flame fluctuations in the raging flames.
Naturally, he couldn't miss the benefits brought to his door. He slowly took two steps forward, and the Qianyuan Palace Lantern exuded a terrifying devouring power.
Wisps of alien flames were gathered together and submerged into the Qianyuan Palace Lantern, adding a bit of power to the black and yellow flames.
After three breaths, the roaring sea of fire suddenly dropped in intensity, from a mixed flame of thirty-seven kinds of strange fires, to the most common ordinary fire.
As soon as he thought, the rolling Xijiang River set off a thousand-foot wave, sweeping directly towards the sky full of fire.
Wherever the river passed, the blazing flames began to extinguish, leaving only ruins and billowing smoke.
At this moment, in everyone's eyes, Jiang Qian's tiny figure became extremely majestic.
Refining the thirty-seven kinds of strange fires was just a matter of course, and there was no idea of showing the saint in front of others.
The main reason is that they are too soft-hearted and cannot bear to see the people suffer, so they take action to put out the fire.
Jiang Gan's figure walked faster and faster, and soon disappeared.
He left as quietly as he came, waving his sleeves and taking away the flames that filled the sky!