After more than ten days of careful walking, Shan 13 finally came to a small town, and after many inquiries, he learned that this place was at least more than 10,000 miles away from the main city of Tianzhou.

It has been less than a month since the day of the Xiuzhen Conference, and at the current speed, it will not be able to catch up at all, unless he has wings and can fly. As soon as he thought of flying, Shan Thirteen took out the bone wings very regretfully, without enough backbone, he couldn't recover the flight function of the bone wings at all.

According to the guidance of the old mayor, Shan Thirteen trekked more than 100 miles, entered a small city, hired a carriage, and went straight to the main city of Tianzhou, seizing the time to recover his strength along the way.

"Stop, call you, stop!"

Shan Thirteen, who was sitting in the carriage, suddenly felt a shock in the carriage, and was lifted to the ground by a long whip, and if he hadn't reacted quickly, the coachman would have been crushed to death under the carriage.

"What a vicious heart!"

Shan Thirteen fixed his eyes and saw that it was a sergeant in armor wielding a horsewhip, and a heavily armed cavalry slipped behind him, all of them looked at Shan Thirteen who was picking up the coachman with an indifferent expression, as if they were looking at a dead man.

"You are the owner of this carriage, not only do you stand in the way, but you also dare to attack the imperial army, do you want to rebel?" The sergeant wielding the horsewhip, his face was slightly shocked, the strength of his whip, unless he reached the innate realm, he would either die or be injured. But the young man in front of him easily avoided it, so that he had to buckle a big hat of rebellion.

"Hmph!" Shan Thirteen, as a monk, naturally couldn't be angry with a mortal, just slapped the other party and taught him a lesson.

But for the whip-wielding sergeant, the slap that fell on the face was unavoidable, and the whole person was sprayed with blood from his ears and nose, and his body fell directly from the horse.

"Monk, you are ...... monk"

Ignoring the stupid sergeants, Shan 13 picked up the carriage and let the coachman continue on his way. It's just that he didn't notice that the sergeant who was trembling and getting up laughed out loud, took out a signal flare from his arms, and with a "snort" sound, it turned into a tricolor flag waving in the wind in the sky.

"Neurotic!"

Shan 13 was very unhappy, did this guy let the donkey kick his head, and gathered people to deal with the monks, wouldn't he be impatient. I didn't care, so I let the coachman hurry as soon as possible.

Jindou City, a second-class city in Tianzhou, has a history of more than 3,000 years, and in the largest building in the city on this day, there was a stirring sound of bronze bells.

"Sect Emergency Order!"

"Something big must have happened!"

I saw galloping figures, gathering towards the square, each finding a good position, looking at each other, not knowing what was happening.

Suddenly, there was a middle-aged man in black in the field, and he said with a cold expression: "According to the news from the Aoyue Kingdom, the murderer who attacked the young master of this sect appeared near Kaiyuan Mountain two hours ago, and now I pass on the order of the sect master to arrest this person at all costs." Remember, you have to catch it alive!"

"Obey the Sect Master's orders!"

Nearly 100 voices replied neatly and loudly, and then they rushed towards the west of the city, such a large-scale action, Jin Doucheng was a mess.

"Hurry up, it's a monk from Jinyangmen, someone is going to be unlucky!"

"All of the Jinyangmen are dispatched, is it a war with that family?"

The ordinary people in the city avoided it one after another, but there were also some monks who pointed and pointed, and seemed to know Jinyangmen very well, and most of them were disdainful in their words.

"They're going to encircle and suppress the fast sword......"

"Isn't the quick sword dead?"

All of a sudden, all kinds of news flew all over the sky, and there were many good deeds who followed far behind, and in less than an hour, the monks of Jinyangmen came to the periphery of a hundred-mile-long mountain range, and then clearly guarded all the entrances and exits of this mountain range, and strictly forbade anyone to enter and exit.

Shan Thirteen sat in the carriage and cultivated for a while, and suddenly the breath of nearly a hundred monks appeared in the Bone Killing Realm, and most of these breaths were filled with steaming flame qi, which obviously came from a sect or family. They were blocked at the exit of the road in groups of three or five, but whenever anyone passed, they all took them down one by one and interrogated them in detail.

"What kind of drama is this?"

Shan 13 looked at it with some doubts, the strength of these people ranged from the Qi training period to the foundation building period, and it was extremely arrogant to find people by such violent means. However, one of the details attracted the attention of Shan Thirteen, that is, no matter how compromised the people who walked by, they were all forced to resist the move.

Soon Shan Thirteen's carriage was intercepted, and before the coachman could say a word, he was indiscriminately punched and kicked by two monks in the Qi training period.

"Look for death!"

Shan 13 saw that the coachman was injured and fell to the ground, "whoosh", and slapped his right palm twice, and when he landed, these two people were like throwing balls, falling heavily to the ground, unable to move for a long time, only the low wail, endlessly.

"Dare to resist my Jinyangmen search, and even injured the disciples in my sect, you are doomed!" An old man who had reached the middle stage of foundation building said with a drunken face, not noticing that Shan Thirteen's shot just now did not use any backbone.

"Daily exposure boxing!"

The old man's body was bowed, and his right hand flashed with a fist with white light spots, and it was a punch towards Shan Thirteen's face, this punch was not very powerful, but the white light spots emitted a dazzling light, which made people subconsciously close their eyes and dodge.

"It's a little funny, the light refraction is blinding!"

Shan 13 smiled, and his right hand was slapped into a knife to meet this fist, and the white spots were scattered, and the strength of the palm knife was silently hit the old man's chest.

Click-

The old man looked at his chest in disbelief, deeply dented into it, and the sharp pain of the broken bones made him realize how terrible the mountain thirteen in front of him was, and couldn't help crying: "Enemy attack, help!"

Shan 13 didn't stop him from calling for help, and the hatred in his heart for Jinyangmen was no less than the destruction of the corpse refining to the cultivation realm, because these guys were so shameless that they attacked mortals, which was a big taboo in the cultivation realm.

"Wang Xiao, who hurt you?" Among the people from Jinyangmen who rushed to help, a strong man with a height of two meters asked angrily with an angry face. However, when his gaze swept over Mountain Thirteen, he became visibly excited, as if he had found prey.

"Sure enough, it's someone from Tianlongmen, haha, whoever catches him, Lao Tzu promotes him to be an elder!"

The big man's words made Shan Thirteen, who was in a violent state, suddenly stop moving. His identity as a disciple of Tianlong, no one knows at all, how did this guy know?