Yin Jiuchen held on to the soul that was addicted to ecstasy, and hesitated to burst out of soul power to block this wave of attacks. At this moment, the roof of the carriage suddenly exploded, and a man wrapped in gauze rushed out of the carriage, and with a single hand raised, several apparitions flew out.

The phantom spun back and forth, cutting off all the bandits' weapons and cutting off several heads, even the bandit leader and the coachman who were lying on the ground by Yin Jiuchen were also out of breath.

What a strong, decisive person!

After performing the astonishing trick, the gauze-covered man stood in place and trembled, his face turned pale, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breath instantly withered.

Obviously, he used his aura just now, and his injuries were reversed.

Yin Jiuchen hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "Senior, are you okay?"

"Out of the way, you can't die. The man replied, and asked Yin Jiuchen to help him get into the carriage and lie down again. Yin Jiuchen extinguished the ecstasy incense and bandaged the wound that the man had just forcibly opened with his aura.

"I'm fine, you go catch the car. After the man said this, he closed his eyes again to recuperate.

"Yes, Senpai. Yin Jiuchen sat in the carriage and continued to drive forward.

The medicinal effect of the ecstasy incense left, and Yin Jiuchen's thinking gradually became clearer, but he didn't expect that the strength of the man lying in the carriage was not low, and he didn't know what he provoked, and he was injured like this.

There was a carriage to travel, and soon arrived at Wanyu City. Everyone in the car woke up leisurely, looking at the broken roof above their heads and the Wanyu City in front of them, looking at each other suspiciously.

What big things happened while they were sleeping?

Yin Jiuchen didn't plan to explain too much, because this would only cause trouble, he pulled Xia Lian, who was rubbing his eyes, out of the car, and walked towards the city in the right direction. The seriously injured man seemed to be better, he sat up, and said to Yin Jiuchen and the two who were about to leave: "Young man, thank you for the elixir, I have something to come to the Hunters Guild to find me, my name is Cang'er." ”

Yin Jiuchen nodded indifferently, he didn't think much about it, he just made a good fate.

Seeing the two disappear into the crowd, Cang'er retracted his gaze, looked in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion, and whispered to himself: "The City Lord is really becoming more and more shameless, and he even sent his subordinates to disguise themselves as robbers and hijack passers-by?"

"The moths of Wanyu City, since I'm still alive, don't want peace!" Cang'er's expression was hideous, terrifying.

Wanyu City, located at the entrance of the Wanyu Mountain Range, has a population of about 50,000, and for many years, hunters have obtained precious prey or medicinal materials from the Wanyu Mountain Range, processed them in Wanyu City, and transported them to the Blood Hunting City to earn coins.

But in this process, the city lord relied on his own power to exploit layer by layer, and cleverly set up a name to loot money, and the people in the city complained, but they did not dare to resist.

There are rumors that the city lord of Wanyu City is a peripheral disciple of the Qingyun Sect of the Blood Hunting City, and the city lord often supplies the looted treasures to the Qingyun Sect, which makes the Qingyun Sect have a great impression of the City Lord's Mansion and is often close.

The location of the Castle Lord's Mansion is located in the center of Wanyu Castle, and in the city where the whole color is gray and black, only the building of the Castle Lord's Mansion is magnificent and conspicuous. The hunters who came and went sometimes looked up at the city lord's mansion behind the high walls, and most of them sneered with hatred on their faces.

In the lavishly decorated room, there are many bookshelves made of precious wood, and delicate books with gold trim are placed. The books were spotless, but this was not because someone looked through them often, but because there were servants who cleaned them frequently.

On the polished red desk is a gorgeous book, which may be loved by those who like books, but the owner of this book has not looked through it for a long time. He was lying in a rocking chair with his eyes closed, enjoying the afternoon when two beautiful maids knelt at his side and gently rubbed his legs.

The lord of the castle doesn't like to read, but the lord he honors likes to read, so he also wants to make himself look like, which is not a bad thing.

The window of the study is facing Wanyu City, if you stand in front of the window, you can overlook most of the scenery of Wanyu City, and when you are idle, the city lord likes to stand in front of the window and take a look at Wanyu City under his control, so that the mood will be much better.

The city lord is named Xing'an, forty or fifty years old, enjoying himself in the city all the year round, his tall figure is slightly fat, his face is very happy, and it is easy to make people laugh with his small eyes, but no one in the city dares to look at his face and laugh, because if he laughs, there will probably be no tomorrow.

The beautiful maid pressed the city lord's legs without a trace, and her white fingers kneaded lightly or heavily, and her strength was well controlled, which made Xing'an have some meaning. He got up and hugged the beautiful maid in the spring color, and stroked the smooth shoulder with his big hand, and was about to go further when there was a quick knock at the door of the study.

Who would dare to spoil his interest!

Xing'an put aside the beautiful maid and shouted angrily, "Come in!"

A person who looked like a housekeeper bowed his head and walked in, seeing Xing'an's unhappy look and the beautiful maid beside him who was half-shouldered, he knew that he had ruined the interest of the city lord, and hurriedly retracted his gaze: "Lord City Lord, something is wrong." ”

"In this kind of place, there can be any big deal, even if a few people die, it won't get in the way. Xing An turned around and sat down, and motioned to the beautiful maid to pour tea, the housekeeper was his own person, and he didn't have to put on a show.

"But this news is about the Hunters' Guild. ”

"Say!" Xing'an picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea.

"Cang'er, I'm back alive. ”

Syllable!

Xing'an threw the teacup on the red desk, and suddenly the fragments splashed, the hot tea overflowed, and he didn't care about the precious table, he grabbed the housekeeper's clothes and lifted him up: "Didn't you say that it was foolproof?"

"This ······ The old slave didn't know that maybe someone sent by the sect underestimated him. ”

"Rubbish!" Xing'an walked to the window and looked to the right, where the Hunter Guild was located, his slightly narrowed eyes revealing a cold glow. Cang'er is from the Hunters' Guild, speaking on behalf of the hunters, fighting with him for many years, and ruining him a lot of good things.

A coercion emanated from Xing'an's body, and the people around him felt very uncomfortable, but their expressions were not painful, but joyful, with such a powerful city lord here, what was there to fear.

"Daddy, why are you indiscriminately coercive again, it's so uncomfortable. A voice rang out in the doorway.

Hearing the familiar voice, Xing'an hurriedly withdrew his coercion, looked at the young man who was a little thin and sickly at the door, ignored the blood stained on the other party's clothes due to the torture and murder of the criminal, and hurriedly put up a smile: "Xing Er, why are you here, shouldn't it be the time to practice now?"

"I've already reached the peak of my forging body, Daddy, I've already stepped into the Imperial Qi Realm with half a foot. ”

"Okay, okay, rest when you're tired. My son is really a genius, he is only twenty-two years old and is about to enter the Imperial Qi Realm, and his achievements in the future will definitely be greater than his father's. I heard that the sect is going to recruit a group of core disciples this year, and my father has spent a lot of money to pave the way for you, so you have to seize the opportunity. ”

"Of course!" Xing Er was very proud, saw the desk that had been thrown into a pit, and asked curiously, "Daddy, what happened?"

"It's not a big deal," Xing'an didn't say anything, but thinking of the failure of the assassination of Cang'er, the Hunters Guild must have been very angry, so he opened his mouth and instructed, "If you go out to play, you must bring your Uncle Zhuo and Uncle Rong, the two of them are here, and I can rest assured." ”

"Okay, I've been in prison for a long time, and I'm just going out for a walk. A smile appeared on Xing Er's sickly face.