There was a loud noise in the backyard of the Sheriff's Mansion, which was clearly heard by the people around. The people nearby were stunned for a moment, and the next moment, the residents retreated back to their homes in an orderly manner and stayed closed.
Pedestrians on the street also took refuge in the shops on the street, while people farther away from the square rushed into the square.
The people working in the governor's house remained motionless, the people in the square remained motionless, and some monks even jumped into the air with great interest to watch the excitement.
It can also be seen from the reactions of the surrounding people that the people have strong confidence in the security of Ningcheng. In other words, it also means that the people have a high degree of confidence in the ability of the county monarch and county officials to handle affairs.
This also indirectly shows that the prestige of the commander who guards Ningcheng is extremely high. He should be a fair, selfless and caring official.
Young Master Xuan and Young Master originally wanted to avoid it, but when they saw the people around them acting like they were used to it, they stopped avoiding it and followed suit, jumping into the air to join in the fun.
There is so much fun to watch, how can we miss Calabash Baby?
The gourd baby swooped up into the sky, water escape, Baiyin and Yingsheng were not to be left behind, and jumped into the sky one after another to join the ranks of theatergoers.
Mr. Xuan jumped into the air, glanced in the direction of the Sheriff's Mansion, and saw the situation clearly. There were three groups of people fighting in the air, two of which were male cultivators, and one group of two female cultivators.<
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The male cultivator's side is not interesting. Anyway, it's a common way of fighting. Both sides fight with weapons, magic weapons, and spiritual power. You come and I go, and no one gives in to the other.
Moreover, the clothes worn by the male cultivators are all nondescript, and it is difficult to tell which ones belong to the same group.
The female cultivator is easier to distinguish. She is wearing a gorgeous red palace dress, her hair is combed into a fairy bun, and her hair is full of pearls. She fights with others and activates her robe defense. She is wearing a golden halo and her weapon is a long golden whip. Another female cultivator wields a sword. She wears a light green coat and skirt, a large-sleeved shirt, her hair is simply tied into a half bun, a thin bead chain, and a few small flowers.
The girl in palace clothes and the female cultivator in green were fighting each other, with a long whip swinging and the air bursting with a loud sound, and with a turn of the wrist, the long sword flew and made a sparkling silver light.
After a few glances, Mr.
It affected her temperament and made her originally beautiful face look ugly.
The female cultivator in green was silent and said little, indifferent to the other party's scoldings. She had a face like an ice block and just greeted the other party with the long sword in her hand.
The weapons of both sides are magic weapons, and the winner cannot be determined for a moment.
In addition to the three groups of people who fought correctly, there were two other groups in the air. One group was about ten people supporting a handsome young man wearing a gold crown and purple robe; the other group was five middle-aged and elderly male cultivators. p>
Two groups of people stood in the air at opposite cubic angles, staring at the fighting monks.
Mr. Xuan took a few glances, took out a bag containing melon seed shells, and while cracking the shells, he sneaked to the other monks who were watching the fun and inquired about the identity of the female monk.
As a Sheniu, Mr. Xuan never cared about whether he was familiar with people or not. He asked with a smile: "Brothers, do you know who the people over there are? Look, why is this guy in red looking like this?"
Angry, this attitude is like a donkey with nails stuck in its soles, it wants to bite anyone it catches;
Look at that one, oh, that face is as cold as an ice cube in winter. Even if you get close, it will freeze into ice cubes even if you are three feet away. This fierce and cold one is simply what people call the collision of ice and fire.
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While muttering in his mouth, Mr. Xuan also grabbed a handful of fragrant melon seeds and stuffed them into the monk next to him, then grabbed another handful and handed them to his companion next to him.
The monk who was asked looked at the shells handed to him and hesitated for a moment, but finally lost to the temptation of Lingshan melon seed shells and took the snack.
The monk who came to ask for information was very knowledgeable. Not only did he treat himself to spiritual food-level snacks, he also didn't forget his companions. He felt so comfortable that he connected four handfuls of melon seed shells and distributed them to his companions.
Taking advantage of others' mercy, the monk smashed a fragrant melon seed shell and gossiped: "Fellow Taoist, you have just come from afar, right? The female monk in green is Shang Miaoyin, the youngest daughter of Lord Shangjun of Ningcheng.
, she is Binglinggen, she has looked cold since childhood, but she is a nice person and never bullies others.
The female cultivator in the red palace dress is the only direct princess of the current monarch of the empire. She is named Shu and is Princess Xin Shu. The young male cultivator wearing the golden crown next to her is the imperial prince. The two are brothers and sisters from the same mother. p>
Prince Xin visited the West on behalf of his father, and Princess Xin Shu also traveled with her brother. Prince Yi drove half a month to Ningcheng. My Taoist friends must have just arrived, so they have never heard of it."
"Ah, actually I have been in Ningcheng for a while. I can enter the inner city from the east city direction of the outer city. I have been in the DC area a few days ago. I have never heard of the imperial prince's parade.
Why are Princess Xin and the Junjun's daughter fighting? Don't Prince Xin and the Junjun care about it?" Mr. Xuan looked surprised, hey, they were busy shopping, and they really didn't hear anything about the Xinhe Empire's crown prince visiting the country on his father's behalf.
News about entering Ningcheng.
"Hey, fellow Taoist, it's not okay for you to not care about external affairs like this. Sometimes the news is very important, so you should pay more attention to it in the future."
"Yeah, yeah, I've learned a lesson. I'll have to pay more attention in the future. Fellow Taoist, haven't you said why the two of them started fighting yet?" Xuan Shaoke knew something was going on, so he handed his bag over to share some snacks with others.
"The reason for this attack is unknown. We know that Princess Xin Shu has a bad temper and is quick to whip her. She also had a fight with a monk on the street a few days ago.
Shang Junjun has long said that no matter who fights in Ningcheng, they must not harm innocent people, let alone kill people indiscriminately.
Lord Shang Jun hasn’t come forward yet, so it might be a little quarrel among the girls.”
The monk explained the reason why Lord Shang didn't take care of it. As soon as he finished speaking, a figure rushed out of the governor's mansion, and a loud shout resounded through the sky: "Stop it!"
The monk who had just explained to the new fellow Taoist was slightly startled and exclaimed: "It's over, Lord Shang has come forward, and people must have died!"
"What?" Mr. Xuan looked dumbfounded: "This handsome young man who just appeared is the Lord of Ning County? Oh my god, with such a high level of cultivation and such handsomeness, how can others still survive?" p>
The monk who ascended from the Sheriff's Mansion was wearing a scarlet robe, with part of his long hair pulled up into a bun, and a jasper crown. The other half of his long hair hung down his shoulders, looking neat and tidy.
He has a body like a bamboo, a face like jade, a pair of passionate peach blossom eyes under his slender sword-shaped eyebrows, red lips and white teeth. He clearly looks like a handsome young man!
Luo Shuyin, who was sharing the news with an unknown Taoist friend, heard the disbelieving screams of the Taoist friends around him and nodded with sadness: "Shang Junjun has never given life to his peers since he was born.
He is less than 1,100 years old this year and is in the late stage of divine transformation. The geniuses of his age are still struggling in the Nascent Soul and the Void Refining Realm."
"This guy is so awesome, I won't accept it!" Mr. Xuan couldn't help but look at Lord Shang in the distance. Oh, this Lord Shang looks so handsome!
Especially the kind of impeccable temperament is extremely rare, and probably only the beautiful brother of the little beauty can compete with it.
Mr. Xuan couldn't help but look at the little Lolita, but he didn't know what the little beauty thought when she saw this.
When Xuan Shaoyan and four humanoid beasts ran to the sky to watch the excitement, the little Loli didn't move. She stood calmly and moved the Jiuxing brothers out when no one was paying attention.
The nine Silver Star brothers were scattered beside their master, quietly like passers-by.
Although the person stood still on the ground, Le Yun released a ray of spiritual consciousness to watch the battle in the air, and was slightly stunned when she saw the handsome young monk ascending into the air.
Shang Junjun turned out to have a light spiritual root!
She has been traveling in Yunlan Continent for many years and has met many monks. This is the first time Le Yun has discovered a single light spiritual root.
I have met people with light spiritual roots before, but those people have light spiritual roots and other spiritual roots at the same time, so they are multi-system spiritual roots.
Shang Jun, the commander-in-chief of Ningcheng, has a single light spiritual root.
Light is dazzling and warm.
Light symbolizes brightness.
Most of the monks with light spiritual roots have beautiful faces, like the moon and the sun, with warmth.
Just like her beautiful brother, because he has a rare light spiritual root, he is as elegant and dustless as a snow lotus, and like the warm breeze of spring, making people feel friendly.
Lord Shangjun's face looks like that of a young man, but he is like the bright moon in the fog, misty and hazy, as if he is thousands of miles away from others and can only be seen from a distance but cannot get close to him.
Shang Jun, who was standing in the air, heard the discussion coming from the square and glanced towards the square. His eyes paused for a moment and then looked away at the few people holding cloth bags, knocking shells and gossiping about themselves.
Go back.
Mr. Xuan, who was glanced at, said: "..." Hey, he felt as if he had been illuminated just now, and he actually felt dizzy.
I feel frightened. Eat a few more melon seeds and shells to calm it down!
Mr. Xuan happily continued to eat melon seeds and clams, but he still did not forget to share the blessings with the fellow Taoists around him.
Lord Shang suddenly flew into the air and shouted loudly, beating the three groups of people who were inseparable. The male cultivators separated them with one move and retreated to their own groups.
The two female cultivators are still fighting.
When Shang Miaoyin heard her father's shouting, she withdrew her attack first, but Princess Xin Shu refused to go down the steps and chased her relentlessly, so Shang Miaoyin had to fight back.
Princess Xin Shu ignored her words, and Shang Junjun's face fell. He stepped out and inserted himself between the two fighting men, his sleeves flying.
With a sweep of his sleeve, the person was knocked upside down and flew away.
Shang Miaoyin flew seven to eight feet before she stabilized. Her face was a bit pale, but it was fine. Princess Xin Shu was flown more than ten feet away by the force of a flick, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from her mouth.
The royal elders and guards surrounding the prince felt their hearts tighten when they saw Lord Shang take action. When they saw Princess Xin Shu flying out, a guard flew out to pick her up.
Princess Xin Shu, who was picked up by the guards and brought back, was still bleeding from her mouth, her sleeves and shoes were stained with her own blood spots, her bun was messed up, and she even lost her phoenix hairpin.
When Prince Xin saw the miserable state of his sister, he looked extremely embarrassed and struck first: "Shang Junjun injured the imperial princess in front of me. Why is he dissatisfied with the monarch?"
