From a subjective perspective, Wang Chen's self-evaluation is that he is a kind person, but this does not mean that he still has to hold back the other party's murderous intent.
The two law enforcement cultivators just now drew their swords cleanly in the eyes of others. Although in his eyes they were simple and crude, the murderous intention of the swordsmen was obvious. If he was not the second nirvana, but was really like the breath gathering technique,
The level of control in the air shown may result in blood splattering on the spot.
It would be easier for them to lose one foot.
After all, Wang Chen is a kind-hearted cultivator who knows how to be grateful.
The entire hall fell into silence, except for the uncontrollable screams of the two law enforcement cultivators, which were as harsh as a trapped animal.
They lowered their bodies, half-kneeling on the ground, but they did not dare to pull out the long sword that was deeply embedded in the bluestone ground, and they did not dare to look at Wang Chen.
To be able to silently take away the flying sword from their hands who have already drawn the sword, like searching for an object from a bag, at least two aspects must be used to crush them.
On the one hand, they are crushed by their cultivation, and on the other hand, they are crushed by their understanding of swordsmanship.
They knew very well that the inconspicuous monk in front of them was a terrifying master of swordsmanship, at least already at the Nirvana realm.
Zhang Muran's face turned pale.
She had seen Wang Chen's method of killing the green-faced dragon and the black tiger, and knew that he was a decisive person.
But I never expected that Wang Chen would actually hit Tucheng's law enforcement practitioners in Tucheng.
This kind of behavior is like a madman who only cares about the short-term and regardless of the consequences.
The drinkers around who were drinking and eating meat couldn't believe their eyes.
"Although this monk seems to be hiding his cultivation, does he really think of himself as a great monk?"
Even a powerful dragon will not overwhelm a local snake. No matter how strong a cultivator is, he will always hit a wall one day. Being able to bend and stretch, and assessing the situation is the way to survive in the cultivating world.
Many onlookers, although shocked by Wang Chen's cultivation and ruthlessness, couldn't help but shake their heads after thinking about this.
There are many cultivators with hot tempers, and none of them are young, frivolous and talented people. There are also many people who make trouble in Tucheng every year, but without exception, breaking their limbs and abandoning their cultivation is considered a light thing.
To put it harshly, Tucheng clears out several carts of these stupid young people from mass graves every year.
If he was from the upper sect, or even from the lower 33rd sect, Tucheng might blame his law enforcement monk for not having eyesight, and he deserved to be beaten.
But if the other party is just a casual cultivator, or an ordinary disciple of a sect who is not in the mainstream, and dares to hurt the law enforcement cultivator, according to Tucheng's style, at least his limbs will be cut off and hung on a long pole in the wind and sand to dry.
Otherwise, without thunderous means, how could his earthen city have stood in this treasured land for hundreds of years?
Everyone was silent, looking at Wang Chen as if they saw his life entering the countdown.
The wind and sand are still swirling and howling.
But above the sky, an ancient-colored boat floated down with a light gauze hanging down, carrying a faint fragrance, and followed behind it was a luxurious chariot that looked like it was made of gold.
Suddenly, thunderous laughter came from Tucheng City.
"Miss, come to Tucheng, Tucheng will be full of glory!"
Amidst the laughter, a mighty cultivator wearing a red cloak, black hair and long beard flew from the sky above the Tucheng tower.
Behind him, dozens of law enforcement cultivators were neatly dressed, lined up in two rows, and floated to the ground at the same time, respectfully waiting for the small boat to slowly fall from the sky.
Zhang Muran sensitively noticed that Wang Chen's expression changed at this time.
"It's too late to realize that I'm afraid now." She sighed slightly.
The Lord of Tucheng is a cultivator in the early stages of foundation building.
But even those who are cultivators in the early stages of foundation building are divided into three, six or nine levels of cultivation, and the Lord of Tucheng City belongs to the top rank among those who are cultivators in the early stages of foundation building.
It can even compete with ordinary mid-level foundation-building cultivators.
Zhang Muran was certain that a master like Wang Chen had already figured out how powerful the city lord was, and it was difficult to get off the tiger at this moment.
Two delicate maids bent down, walked out of the boat, and gently lifted the boat's gauze.
A slim and beautiful girl walked out. She was wearing a lake green dress. When she bent slightly and passed through the lifted veil, a few strands of black and smooth long hair fell down, as quiet as
painting.
Looking at the smiling Lord of Tucheng, she just nodded lightly.
Then, the golden and luxurious chariot landed, and a young man with fluttering white clothes, noble bearing and handsome face walked out of it.
Zhang Muran was staring blankly at the unparalleled beauty of the girl who even the Lord of Tucheng was so polite that he was almost flattering, but he only heard the sound of cups breaking and porcelain being gently rubbed behind him.
Then he let out an angry shout.
"Bold, if you dare to hit me, I will cut off your flesh piece by piece! I will kill all the nine tribes of you!"
It's Yuan Yu.
That kick knocked him unconscious for ten breaths, and then he finally woke up.
The burning pain on his face made him instantly recall what happened before he fell into coma. When had he, Yuan Yu, ever suffered such grievances?
Anger instantly filled his chest.
The anger just turned into words of hatred and spewed out, and then he saw two subordinates with bloodless faces, half-kneeling, covering their feet and moaning.
And not far away, the Tucheng City Lord in a red cloak stared at him with sharp and indifferent eyes, making him feel like a ray of light on his back.
There were many people around Yuan Yu, but he suddenly felt like he was abandoned by the world, and he was frozen in place as if a immobilization spell had been cast on him.
In the ears of countless people, the originally howling wind in Tucheng suddenly became quiet.
The Lord of Tucheng's face suddenly darkened, and he cupped his hands towards the woman and said, "I'm really sorry for making the lady laugh. I'll come as soon as I can."
With his cloak unfurled, he appeared on the scene like a ghost amid the fierce wind.
Cold and stern eyes swept over Yuan Yu one after another, and the two law enforcement cultivators, who had their heads lowered and were nailed to the ground, finally rested on Wang Chen's face.
In an instant, he already had a guess in his mind about what happened.
"I want an explanation." The Lord of Tucheng looked at Wang Chen coldly. His true power, which had been condensed for a long time, was like a steel needle that pierced the flesh and blood.
The Tucheng Law Enforcement Team is the face of Tucheng. Now that he has been beaten in the face and can endure it, he should not become the city leader.
Having been able to sit firmly as the Lord of Tucheng for so many years, he is definitely not a soft-hearted person. If it were normal, he would have made a thunderous move to take down this stupid young man who has some cultivation and is reckless about the consequences.
But at this moment, with distinguished guests watching from the side, he didn't want to leave a arrogant and arrogant image, at least he had to gain even a shred of reason first.
When Yuan Yu saw the city lord staring at Wang Chen, he was moved in his heart and shouted bitterly: "City lord, this person openly disrupted the laws of Tucheng and attacked the law enforcement team. He is so bold. I respectfully request the city lord to take action and cut off his limbs. I wish the city to
Let’s use it as a warning to other evildoers.”
Yuan Yu's voice was loud and straight, and he stood up straight, like a well-trained soldier.
Wiping the blood from his face, his eyes shot out with a malicious light.
As the youngest and most talented cultivator in Tucheng, he was born in a branch of a cultivating family. He was somewhat distantly related to the city lord, and he was usually very admired.
Even though he had just lost his temper in front of the distinguished guests, he knew very well that the Lord of Tucheng would not blame him.
Because the Lord of Tucheng was waiting for his preemptive words.
In the end, he will definitely be given the opportunity to make this monk who dared to attack Tucheng law enforcement cultivators and damage his most cherished facial features regret coming to this world.
The Lord of Tucheng's eyes shot out with murderous intent.
His pupils shrank slightly, Wang Chen also had murderous intent in his heart, and his real power slowly flowed.
Zhang Muran closed his eyes in pain.
"Give me an explanation."
Suddenly, a sweet voice broke through the tense scene.
Even in his rage, the face of Tucheng City Lord instantly changed into a smile.
He can kill casual cultivators at any time, but he must not offend the big shot in front of him.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the woman walking over. She was dressed in a lake-green gauze and her long silky hair was fluttering in the wind and sand, like a banished immortal walking slightly on the calm lake.
"Give me an explanation, who is she!" She suddenly cried out sadly, looked at Wang Chen, and pointed angrily at Zhang Muran.