Lu Yan's ignorance made Wen Yiming's heart cold, he believed that without the support of the high-level officials of the Foreign Affairs Hall, Lu Yan would not be like this, this was deliberate.

In ten days, in addition to inspecting the military camp and impacting alchemy in his residence, he also walked around the city and residential areas, whether it was a civilian or a martial artist, on the surface he still respected his identity, which was caused by the ancestral teachings of the ages, as for what he thought in his heart, he didn't know, and he wouldn't care.

Regarding Lu Yan's attitude, he thought that he had been instructed by the high-level and had the intention of testing himself, and of course it was not ruled out that the Foreign Affairs Hall itself was so strong.

Wen Yiming swept over the group of great martial artists behind Lu Yan, and found Hou Ying and Dai Ming among them, and their eyes avoided his gaze and dodged a little.

"Lu Yan, before I say what I think, I want to know the details of what happened. Wen Yiming glanced at the Eight Tartars, motioned for Amon and Lao Wu to help him back, and handed out a bottle of healing potion.

Before the Eight Tartars could speak, Wen Yiming waved his hand to interrupt, looked at Lu Yan, and said, "The Eight Tartars are the people of my natural disaster, I listen to you!"

Contempt flashed in Lu Yan's eyes, thinking that Wen Yiming had backed down, and said: "It's very simple, Deming and Hou Ying are also my people, they smashed Zhen Da's tavern, and the Eight Tartars want to take revenge, so naturally I won't let him touch my people." ”

Wen Yiming sighed, stared at the two of Deming, and said coldly: "It's still too late to go to the City Lord's Mansion to accept the legal sanctions." ”

"Young master, what a great majesty"

Before Lu Yan finished speaking, Wen Yiming raised his hand and pointed at his face, and said lightly: "As for you, go to Linggu to undergo re-education through labor for three months." That's my idea, now you know?"

Lu Yan's face sank, as a martial general, he was reprimanded by Da Wusheng in front of everyone, and his face was a little unbearable.

He glanced at Hongrong and said, "I accept what the city lord said and go to the city lord's mansion." Hmph!"

Wen Yiming waved his arm to stop Hongrong who stepped forward, stretched out his hand and sacrificed the dragon spear, stared at Lu Yan and said: "It's late, it's time to double the labor camp, half a year!"

He understood the meaning of Lu Yan's words, because his cultivation was too low to be qualified to judge him, and in the later stage of Hongrong Martial General, he didn't do it, and the hero didn't suffer immediate losses.

With Lu Yan's expression and attitude when he spoke, there was no fear at all, this was a self-confidence to rely on.

In this regard, Wen Yiming sneered in his heart, since the Foreign Affairs Hall wanted to test him, he was too lazy to procrastinate, and there was not much time for a month, he wanted to strive to integrate Gangfeng Gorge before leaving.

Lu Yan was stunned again, he thought that Wen Yiming dared to straighten his waist and talk to him so much, because he was here with Hongrong, but judging from Wen Yiming's act of sacrificing his sword, he wanted to arrest himself personally, did he think too much?

Deming and the others and onlookers also looked at Wen Yiming in surprise, not understanding where his confidence came from, even the Eight Tartars who were taking the medicine stopped, Wen Yiming's strength he recognized, just with the shot that threw the stone pillar, but fighting with people and throwing the stone pillar are two different things, there is no comparison, he is not enough in front of Lu Yan, and the battle across the big steps is not a joke.

The instructor personally brought people over, Ba Tar was very moved, in addition to enforcing the laws of Shicheng, what he was doing now obviously meant to stand up for him, from the bottom of his heart, he hoped that Wen Yiming would crush Lu Yan, but was this possible? It would be good if it could end properly, unless Hongrong made a move.

But he knew that the entire army was absolutely obedient to the instructor's orders until now, and he was no exception, and Hongrong could not make a move.

Eight Tartars were secretly anxious, he knew that he had stabbed the basket, and if Wen Yiming couldn't end it, it would cause the morale of the Thundering Army to drop greatly.

Lu Yan was unwilling to give in, and the Foreign Affairs Hall was strong, but he also didn't want to be an enemy of Wen Yiming, this is Lei Mingyuan, the territory of the four ministers, and he really has no good fruit to eat.

When he was in a dilemma, the crowd made way of a way, and Zhao Fu, who had a belly, came.

"Haha, the young master is angry!" Zhao Fu said with a smile on his face, introduced himself, and then said: "Young master, when the old man heard about this, he immediately rushed over, and asked Haihan to offend him, and he will be punished heavily after he goes back." ”

Stretching out his hand not to hit the smiling person, Wen Yiming did not accept the dragon gun, nodded and said: "Deacon Zhao is serious, the law of Shicheng has been promulgated for five days, and everyone present knows that I have no intersection with Lu Yan, I can't say that there is a grudge, and what I am in the middle of is the law, anyone who violates it will be punished, and I hope to cooperate!"

There was too little time, and the law was indeed a bit urgent, and he didn't want to freeze the situation on both sides at once.

Zhao Fu smiled, "Young Master, look at what you said, of course our Foreign Affairs Hall cooperates, Hall Master Yan is saying that he wants to invite the Young Master to the Foreign Affairs Hall to talk about it, you might as well put this matter on hold for a while, it's okay!"

Wen Yiming didn't like this kind of person who hid a knife in his smile, and said lightly: "I also happened to go to talk to Hall Master Yan, but this matter must be done now, otherwise the law issued will be useless, do you want me to slap myself in the face?"

Zhao Fu smiled a little reluctantly, "Young Master, our Foreign Affairs Hall actually doesn't ask anything about the members' external affairs, if it weren't for the safety of the young master, the old man wouldn't have made a trip in person, you insist on doing so, just in case"

At this moment, a man's mournful cry came from the tavern, interrupting Zhao Fu's words.

Batar's face darkened, he heard the man's voice, and sighed: "Zhen Da's wife is dead!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a simple man in his twenties and seventeens crawled out of the threshold of the tavern, his face covered with blood, a pair of legs resting on his back, leaving two long blood marks, and staring at Lu Yan with sad and indignant eyes.

With Amon's support, the eight tartars gave the rest of the potion to Zhen Da, and said in a low tone: "Brother Zhen Da, I'm sorry!"

Zhen Da held back the tears in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Eight Tartars for today's kindness, Zhen Da is grateful, why am you sorry to say it, it has affected you and Fan Lang." ”

After speaking, he looked at Wen Yiming who was not far from the door, he was in the tavern just now, lying next to his dying wife, and he could hear Wen Yiming's words clearly.

When the law was given, he, like everyone else, thought it ridiculous, but now he knew he was wrong, and everyone was wrong.

A young master who can personally stand up for his subordinates and do not hesitate to be the enemy of the Foreign Affairs Hall should not bear ridicule, but should be respected.

He knew that he had no hope of revenge, he was not a member of the Sichen clan, and it was difficult to rise if he was wronged, and only the eighth-layer cultivator of the Great Martial Arts would only go to Huangquan with his wife in the face of Lu Yan.

Wen Yiming's cultivation is lower than his own, and he is grateful whether the young master seeks justice for him today or not.

Wen Yiming retracted his gaze at Zhen Da, raised his gun and pointed at Lu Yan, "You killed the person?"

"Yes!" Zhen Da did not deny it, with Zhao Fu present, he was confident.

Wen Yiming smiled, "You don't have to go to the Spirit Valley, in the city, the murderer will pay for his life!"

Zhao Fu felt the murderous intent in Wen Yiming's eyes, and had a bad feeling in his heart, and hurriedly said: "Young master, this is an accident"

Wen Yiming looked at Zhao Fu coldly, his time was precious, his patience had run out, if he didn't want to rectify Lei Mingyuan in the most appropriate way, how could he talk nonsense.

Not now, though!