"Oh?" Shi Yan raised his eyebrows, the news that Jiangyang Town had become a ghost town was well protected, and he was not in a hurry to report to the dynasty and send someone to exterminate or seal it, but instead protected the news from leaking, which was very intriguing.

But looking at the noodle stall owner, this city lord has a high prestige in the hearts of the people of Ningqian City, and he has rave reviews.

"Now that there are heavy soldiers to protect them, how did these people get in?" Shi Yan asked.

"This ......," the stall owner hesitated slightly.

Shi Yan put down a piece of broken silver, and the noodle stall owner quickly put it away, and after seeing that no one was looking around, he pinched and rubbed the three fingers of his thumb in the middle of the meal.

"Bribe?" Shi Yan thought too.

"Then trouble the boss to recommend a good inn, the two of us into the city tonight to stay. Shi Yan put down a small piece of broken silver.

"Well said, well said. The noodle stall owner's eyes lit up, picked up the broken silver, hid it in the palm of his hand and bit it, and after confirming that it was true, he pointed the way: "Entering the city from the west entrance is the nearest one, there is an inn behind the third street, called Fuyuan Inn, which is the most famous inn in our Ningqian City, with all kinds of food and accommodation." ”

"Good. Shi Yan got up to leave, and Xuan'er followed.

On the way, Shi Yan asked, "Xuan'er, did that person have a ghost smell on him just now?"

"Nope. Xuan'er dispersed the spiritual technique in her eyes, a spiritual skill, three points of pupil change, she was in the vein of Qingxia Mountain that day, and she used this spiritual technique to find out the essence of the flesh-devouring black smoke.

"I don't know if Xuan'er's strength is not good, or if the first-grade spiritual skill is too weak, I can't see the truth. Xuan'er looked suspiciously in the direction where the man had just disappeared.

"The strength is too weak?" Shi Yan thought in his heart, although the pupil technique was only a grade, the strength of Xuan'er's four-star spiritual cultivation could be real, if so......

Shi Yan has entered the West City, the small city inventory is very loose, the city guards are leaning against the wall and dozing, people come and go at will, and they don't even bother to open the Sky Survey Mirror.

In the city, horse-drawn carriages were parked on both sides of the streets, and a bunch of horsemen squatted in front of them chatting.

Seeing Shi Yan come in, dressed in a strong outfit and with a maid, like a rich boy who had become a monk and played, the group of coachmen rushed up like a swarm.

"This son, where are you going?

"My horse is the fastest and youngest in the field, and I will not be disappointed when this boy chooses me. ”

......

The scramble continues.

Shi Yan stopped, interrupted the competition of the people present with a light cough, glanced at the carriage behind the coachmen, and said with certainty: "It's you, the youngest horse, go to the Fuyuan Inn." ”

"Okay. The groom proudly took Shi Yan and Xuan'er into the carriage, and the others squatted back to the ground in disappointment.

Shi Yan and Xuan'er sat in the carriage, and the groom sat on the frame, driving the horses forward.

The coachman was not lying, the horse was running fast.

However, the coachman was detouring, the big roads and small roads, and even Shi Yan, the city lord's mansion, saw it, obviously it was only three streets away, but he wanted to go around the whole city.

But Shi Yan didn't stop it, Xuan'er opened the curtain, he looked out, and all the scenery came into his mind.

The coachman Yu Guang kept paying attention to his back, and found that Shi Yan didn't notice anything, and couldn't help snickering, this time he can kill a big guest, after going around for so long, he is not afraid that Shi Yan will not give money, and a rich son still wants to turn the sky upside down when he goes to the field?

The driver was about to go around a little longer, and after a turn, he found that the street ahead of him had become sparsely populated, and the doors and windows were closed.

"What's the situation?" After a few more walks, the coachman saw a man sitting cross-legged in the middle of the street in the night ahead.

This person looks middle-aged, dressed in gray, with long hair tied in a bunch, and his waist swaying slightly in the wind.

The coachman could only see the side face of the man in gray, his eyes closed, and a knife out of the sheath was inserted in front of him, which was inserted into the ground for half a meter.

The coachman hesitated for a while, but he still didn't dare to disturb the other party, so he turned the carriage around and went to the Fuyuan Inn.

At this time, across the street, there are wind chimes ringing, which is extremely crisp.

"It's the Heavenly Master!" the driver jumped off the car excitedly when he heard the wind chimes, and then knelt respectfully on the ground, his forehead touching the ground.

Inside the car, Shi Yan and Xuan'er looked at everything in front of them, the man in gray didn't use the slightest strength, and he couldn't see the other party's cultivation.

As for the celestial master in the coachman's mouth, Shi Yan became interested, this is the Taoist name, right?

The wind chimes appeared, getting closer and closer, more and more crisp, and at night, a carriage came without hurrying or slowing, and the horse of the carriage turned out to be a blue-maned horse, and it was too extravagant to use a green-maned horse to pull the cart.

The carriage was wrapped in silk on all sides, and the body of the carriage was inlaid with crystal white marble, and the wheels of the carriage were also inlaid with strange crystals that gathered aura.

Around the carriage, there were two groups of guards trotting, a total of twenty people, twenty guards wearing armor all over their bodies, carrying long knives at their waists, and wearing silver masks on their faces.

Shi Yan recognized from the waist card of the guard, this was the person from the City Lord's Mansion.

The houses on both sides were lit up one by one, and then a citizen ran down, kneeling respectfully like a coachman, muttering the word 'Heavenly Master'.

But after a while, the streets were full of kneeling people, as if to welcome the city lord.

The Yonghua carriage stopped ten meters away from the gray-clothed man, and a guard stared at the gray-clothed man and shouted coldly: "Who dares to block the frame of the Heavenly Master? Immediately retreat within three breaths, if you don't retreat within three breaths, you will be regarded as a thief and killed." ”

The other guards drew their long knives from their waists, chilling in the moonlight.

The countdown to "three, two, ......" has begun.

The gray-clothed man finally opened his eyes, and at the moment he opened his eyes, dozens of phantoms swept out of his body, and these dozens of phantoms appeared in front of the guards with virtual knives in their hands.

The sword flashed, and dozens of phantoms disappeared.

And the guards had a line of blood around their necks, and they fell to their knees and died.

"What a strong Tongzang Daogang!" Shi Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, in a small place like Ning Qiancheng, it was rare to be able to meet a Tongzang Realm martial cultivator.

The man in gray drew his sword and got up, and walked to the carriage step by step.

At this moment, the guards who protected the carriage were all dead, and there was no protection around.

"Chop!" the man in gray stood in front of the carriage, and finally spat out a word, his voice hoarse.

It can be seen that he slashed out of the air with a knife, and a three-meter-long knife condensed in the void, slashing towards the carriage.

There was only a 'bang', and the carriage split in two, and there was no one inside.

Seeing this, the gray-clothed man's chest agitated violently, and he took a few long breaths before calming down, put the knife in his sheath, and turned around to leave in the direction of Shi Yan.

When he passed by Shi Yan's carriage, he paused and looked at Shi Yan and Xuan'er.

Shi Yan's expression was calm, and at the edge of Xuan'er's fingers, there was already a faint spiritual power.

In the end, the gray-clothed man nodded slightly to Shi Yan, and his body turned into a phantom and left in all directions, disappearing, and it was difficult for ordinary people to distinguish which one was the real body.

"Huh......" On the ground, the coachman breathed a sigh of relief, covered in cold sweat, it was too thrilling just now, fortunately, he didn't shoot at them ordinary people, this person dared to assassinate the heavenly master, isn't he afraid that the city lord wants it?