Chapter 108 Can Tucheng forbid you from screaming today?
"Have you seen this thing?" A shabby storage bag appeared in Wang Chen's hand.
This is the most basic storage tool. After friction, a large number of hair balls appeared on the originally smooth bag body, as if it had been stained by stains all year round, with mottled gray and black patches.
It was the remains of the nameless corpse that was in the ancient tomb, in the dark tunnel where no one could see anyone.
Zhang Muran's originally evasive gaze was suddenly firmly absorbed by the worn storage bag, making him unable to move at all.
An ominous premonition suddenly surged through her heart, because this storage bag was the most cherished thing by her father, Zhang Dacai.
"This is my father's storage bag, why is it here with you?" she blurted out.
"Who is your father?" Wang Chen was still confirming.
"Zhang Dacai." Zhang Muran's pupils trembled and he stared at Wang Chen closely.
Wang Chen sighed and handed over the storage bag. After all, he guessed it right.
The bones in the ancient tomb at that time were those of Zhang Dacai.
He put his consciousness into the storage bag and found a pile of dead bones in the small space.
Zhang Muran understood instantly, and tears suddenly fell down.
"Don't be too sad. I don't know how happy your father is to see you now."
Wang Chen couldn't see these mourners the most, so he persuaded them.
Zhang Muran's face seemed to be squeezed by a pair of invisible hands, slowly deforming, grinning, lowering his eyes, and frowning.
Instead, she sobbed in pain, and her tears fell uncontrollably.
She remembered that Zhang Dacai would give him spiritual stones every time they met.
Sometimes there are a dozen, sometimes seven or eight.
But I have never been willing to spend ten spiritual stones to buy a storage ring.
He tried his best and gave himself the best until he turned into a pile of withered bones.
Wang Chen looked at Zhang Muran quietly without saying a word.
In the world of cultivation, countless cultivators die every day. Even the metaphor of death without burial is not an exaggeration.
What Zhang Dacai cannot forget the most is his daughter Zhang Muran. Now that he can return to Zhang Muran, he is very lucky.
Outside Tucheng, there was some noise.
Neither Wang Chen nor Zhang Muran glanced at it.
Until a burst of noisy footsteps moved over.
"Today there is great joy in Tucheng, no crying or crying!" A cold and unquestionable voice sounded.
Wang Chen turned his head and looked around, only to see three cultivators, wearing lion-pattern clothes and armor, with luxuriously decorated flying swords of the same style hanging from their waists. They stood coldly aside with a chilling air on their bodies.
The leader among them is very young, only slightly older than Wang Chen. He is already at the ninth level of Qi Condensation, and the two on the left and right are at the eighth level of Qi Condensation.
Suddenly, the inn was full of guests, no one dared to make a noise, and they all recognized that this was the law enforcement cultivator of Tucheng.
There are many places for trial and exploration in the cultivation world. Although the red copper, fire essence, fire lotus and other items produced by Red Flame Mountain are not as diverse as those in the Forbidden Forest, South China Sea, and Northern Dead Swamp.
But it is a necessary item used to create a flying sword magic weapon, and it is valuable.
Therefore, the mountain with a harsh and dangerous environment is ultimately a treasure place that attracts many practitioners to explore opportunities.
As the only big city thousands of miles away from Chiyan Mountain, Tucheng has prospered in various industries such as trading, refining, and services, eventually creating this neat, solid and lively big city.
Such a city would naturally have powerful rulers and law enforcers who maintain order.
Zhang Muran hurriedly wiped away his tears with his sleeves and tried his best to stop sobbing. His eyes were red and swollen, and he looked a little panicked.
Wang Chen frowned slightly.
This feeling of arrogance made him a little unhappy.
But since it was someone else's responsibility, he didn't care too much. After all, he was not the kind of devil who would kill your whole family if you made me unhappy.
The leader of the law enforcement cultivator was tall and handsome, with an aura as domineering as his words in his brows. When he saw Wang Chen and Zhang Muran still sitting silently, his face suddenly became serious and he lectured:
"If you want to go out and cry, you and your wild monk must leave Tucheng within ten breaths. There is no room for bad luck in Tucheng today!"
If we talk about it before, it can be regarded as the law enforcement behavior of the law enforcement monks. After all, if there is any happy event in any family, they will not want someone to cry and cry on the side.
This is a custom passed down from generation to generation.
But the last sentence is already a serious provocation.
He, Wang Chen, was the one who even dared to challenge Xue Wentian. How could he stand such a provocation? With a move of his wrist, Big Er Guazi was ready to call out.
But a law enforcement cultivator with a beard on the right suddenly said: "Is this lady from the Huayan Sect?"
Zhang Muran raised his red eyes, glanced at the cultivator, and nodded in agreement.
The bearded man also nodded kindly to him.
Even though it is not one of the hundred sects, the Huayan Sect is still at the same level as a sect. Compared with gangs, academies, and even some small towns, the aristocratic families are half a level higher. Generally, when you go out, you will enjoy some special views.
treat.
"Huayan Gate?" The domineering young man frowned. A trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.
It is true that Huayan Sect is a sect, but within the sect, there is a strict hierarchy from servants, outer disciples, inner disciples, inherited disciples, and direct disciples.
If it was a successor disciple or a direct disciple, he would really have to be polite and even make good friends with the other party, but Zhang Muran looked to be in his early twenties and was only at the seventh level of Qi Condensation. At best, he was just an inner disciple.
And it's the one at the bottom of the inner door.
In this way, Yuan Yu, as one of the youngest law enforcement team captains in Tucheng, would he put his eyes on a cannon fodder disciple of the sect who has no future in cultivation.
As for the casual cultivator on the sixth level of Qi Condensation next to him.
Where the hell could a wild monk come from? Still want to be with this woman? He was even more disdainful.
"It turns out you are a disciple of the Huayan Sect. Didn't your master teach you not to cry in crowded places? Want some face?" Yuan Yu clasped his hands, spread his feet, his face was gloomy, and he was teaching more than him.
Zhang Muran is one or two years older.
The diners here, practitioners from all over the world, all take it for granted.
At Yuan Yu's age, he has the ninth level of Qi Condensation. He is the youngest among the three, but he is the leader. He is obviously very popular with Tucheng. Even if he is a little arrogant, it is natural.
"I'm sorry, I just heard about the death of my father..." Zhang Muran's face turned red and he lowered his head slightly.
"I don't care if your father dies, bad luck! Bad luck!"
"And you, you wild bald donkey..." Yuan Yu said something unlucky twice, but before he could finish his words, he saw a pair of straw sandals with the soles of his feet covered with fine dust, which instantly magnified in his sight.
Bang! Wang Chen kicked Yuan Yu hard on the face.
This kick is as fast as lightning.
Yuan Yu's three-dimensional facial features instantly flattened wherever the sole of the shoe touched her. Then, like a rippling lake surface, there was a violent tremor, and blood dripped from her nose and mouth.
His vision went dark, as if he had been hit hard by a wild beast, and his head flew forward.
There was a continuous sound of ping-pong, and three wine tables were smashed into pieces in succession, leaving a mess of broken wood and broken porcelain.
The whole place first uttered an exclamation, and then fell into silence.
Everyone, including Zhang Muran, stared at Wang Chen with wide eyes as if he had done something trivial.
"I didn't expect that he would really dare to take action... No, it was a move."
"What a hard kick."
"In Tucheng, beat up the law enforcers in Tucheng!"
"Do you want to overthrow the world?!"
All the diners could not believe what they saw and were inexplicably frightened.
"Be bold!"
The two law enforcement cultivators at the eighth level of Qi Condensation shouted angrily almost at the same time.
Before becoming law enforcement cultivators in Tucheng, both of them were practitioners who traveled extensively and had rich practical experience.
At the same time as he shouted angrily, the two flying swords, with a cold light, unsheathed themselves and struck at Wang Chen.
The blade of the sword cuts across the scabbard, the flying sword chirps softly, and the sword shines brightly.
The flying swords issued by Tucheng are of excellent texture and feel. Whenever the two of them draw their swords, they always have the illusion of being fearless, and even their gazes instantly become chilling.
However, in an instant, the cold eyes of the two people suddenly turned into looks of shock.
In the line of sight, two hands that reached out at the same time seemed to be very slow, but in fact they reached over very quickly. Before the two of them made any reaction, a soft force instantly cut off the connection between them and the flying sword in their hands.
When he saw the situation clearly again, he saw that the two fine flying swords equipped in Tucheng were already in the hands of the monk.
Wang Chen looked cold as he held two flying swords behind his back and thrust them downwards.
rub!
The flying sword penetrated into the hard bluestone of Tucheng to a depth of more than one foot.
The screams sounded like ghosts crying and wolves howling.
The two swords penetrated the insteps and penetrated the soles of the feet, pinning the two men to the ground.
"Can Tucheng prohibit you from screaming today?" Wang Chen said coldly.
Many times, human feelings are like physical pain, not regardless of the occasion, but simply uncontrollable.
But for some people, perhaps only the most direct way can teach them to stand and talk without back pain.