The sky was blue and cloudless, and the midsummer sun hung high in the sky.

The scorching air made the atmosphere of the entire Anyang City dull.

On a yellow-gray carriage, the carriage shook a little, and sitting on the carriage was a man of five big and three thick, he was a son of a family who practiced martial arts, wearing the white shirt and robe used by literati and rioters, but he could not cover his sturdy figure.

When the carriage was halfway there, it stopped, and the guards at the gate searched it at will, and let them into the city.

After entering the city, there is more and more noisy and noisy conversation.

The sturdy man meditated silently in the carriage.

The personal maid in the carriage said softly: "Young master, is there really such a magical drama in this world?" ”

The man smiled and said, "The world is so big, there are no wonders, maybe this is an ancient story recorded by the Immortal Dao Law." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage stopped.

The maid lifted the curtain, the man slowly got out of the car, people came and went near the street, and there were not a few people in strange costumes, he smelled dozens of strong martial arts breath in just a few breaths, it seems that many people have learned that there is a fairy fate here.

The vendors were shouting and hawking at the side.

In the winery, there are often Qingqi people who play music, and of course, there are also old people who sing opera and tell stories, and these vendors specialize in selling snacks when listening to music to make a living.

When a young man saw the carriage, he hurriedly greeted him with a smile.

"Young Master Chang Sheng, what kind of wind blew you here!" The little servant said flatteringly: "Please inside! Inside please! The first-class wing room is reserved for you! ”

"Slow."

The person who spoke out stood behind Chang Sheng, wearing a high wooden crown, with a black veil hanging from the crown to cover his face, dressed in a black power suit, with a long sword pinned to his waist, and his voice was full of energy, like Hong Zhong, and he seemed to be a good hand in the house.

"I'll pay three hundred taels to buy this first-class wing house."

The man spoke.

The maid next to Chang Sheng showed dissatisfaction, and without waiting for her master's house to exit, she stepped forward and said: "This first-class wing room is clearly prepared for us, how can you buy and sell it?" ”

The black gauze was a little dissatisfied, and his right hand hung on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Chang Sheng frowned, arched his hand and said: "I'll go to the first floor to sit, this room is not lively, watch the play, the more lively the better." ”

The black gauze guest's face softened, and he said coldly: "Next time, remember to keep your dog on a good foot, not everyone is as good-tempered as me, and inferior people should have the attitude of inferior people." ”

Chang Sheng's smiling face froze slightly.

"What did you say?" Chang Sheng's tone was very bad, at this time he seemed to be gathering strength, in just a short breath, his body under the white shirt faintly began to twist and expand, the already strong body, as if it was releasing something, skin, muscles, bones, all began to tremble violently.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Chang Sheng's right palm had already shattered the high crown on the top of the black gauze ke's head in half.

A face that has been slashed from top to bottom by a scar is revealed.

"Tell me again... Again! Chang Sheng's right hand pulled the black gauze man's hair fiercely, and then smashed him against the bluestone bricks on the ground, "Come on, let me see, what capital do you have to reprimand me?" ”

"Bang-"

"Something like a dog."

"Bang-"

"Come on, let me see the posture of a so-called superior person like yours?"

"Bang-"

Chang Sheng slammed his head three times, and his half-squatting body slowly stood up, raising his right foot violently, and wanted to stomp on the black-shirted man's head, when a voice sounded.

"Enough, everyone who comes is a guest, why be aggressive!"

The majestic momentum was released violently, from the inside to the outside, this force was very gentle, but it was also very brutal, although it did not cause any harm to the human body, but it vaguely made people feel the idea of surrender, and then one after another began to kneel on the ground.

Then, the momentum retracted, as if nothing had happened.

However, the black gauze lying on the ground was completely shattered by a strange force, Chang Sheng knew in his heart that this was not what he did, this strange force was clearly the sound wave that made the sound just now, he had practiced martial arts for many years, he was well-informed, and he was a little surprised when he saw such a method.

There are martial artists who are good at using sound waves, but it is not easy to really kill a martial arts master with sound waves.

Another man with a sword stepped forward and carefully looked at the black gauze who died on the ground, and was shocked in his heart, this scarface was Jiang Cheng, a Jiangyang thief who escaped from Siliuzhou, this top-down scar was his most recognizable mark, however, he was a martial artist in the Bone Quenching Realm, and he would actually be killed by the young man in front of him with such tyrannical means.

"Sure enough, the hero is a teenager." The man with the sword didn't sigh for long, and then remembered that terrifying voice, it was actually a second, which made the entire Anyang city residents feel an unprecedented terrifying pressure, and even this young chivalrous warrior who killed the Bone Quenching Realm martial artist couldn't resist it at all, which can be seen.

There are really people outside the people, and there are mountains outside the mountains!

The man with the sword sighed in his heart, this Jiang Cheng is also a complete fool, wearing a black veil, and he still wants to stay alone in a side room, coupled with the arrogance of coming from the upper continent to the lower continent, he deserves to be killed if he provokes people.

"Listening to your accent, it doesn't look like a local, right?" Chang Sheng's previous brutal image seems to have become a gentle and hospitable scholar, "Under Chang Sheng, let's go in together to see what this long-standing fairy drama is." ”

The sword-wielding man lowered his voice and said, "My surname is Yan, my name is angry, Brother Chang, you are not afraid of things, didn't you hear the terrifying voice just now?" This place must have been occupied by a martial arts power, if you rush forward, I'm afraid... Everything points to disaster. ”

Chang Sheng laughed.

Instead, he strode in.

If it had been occupied by the power of martial arts, how could such an immortal fate still stay here? That must have been taken away long ago.

What's more, Chang Sheng had already smelled the clues from the voice just now.

This immortal fate is not naturally generated, it is clearly brought about by the owner of this voice.

The visitor is a guest, and this attitude is clearly expressed.

As for the fairy fate...

How can it be immortal? This is obviously just a gimmick put out by this martial arts master in order to accept the apprentice, and the sonic strange force killed Jiang Cheng, and it is obviously that he doesn't want to accept this person as an apprentice.

Chang Sheng perfectly guessed all the wrong thoughts of Lu Luo.

Lu Shi simply didn't want this noisy, karmic guy to come in and cause trouble.

And as Chang Sheng entered the house, Yan Yi gritted his teeth, and also walked in, and the other martial arts masters looked at each other, tacitly following closely together, when they entered the infield.

A cool breeze gently blew on their bodies, which was a completely different temperature from the outside world.

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