After half an hour of inventory and portraits, the Weng family convoy was finally able to enter the Dragon City safely, and the luxury horse convoy attracted the envy of many ordinary people as soon as it entered the city.

The street is very wide, the carriage runs smoothly and evenly on the stone road in pairs, and after turning the main street, it is the rich area in the east of the city that is the destination of this trip, when passing through a certain alley, a gray shadow jumped from the driver's seat of the carriage lightly, and the deputy driver who was sitting on the side hurriedly took the reins of the horse to control the balance of the carriage, and when he came back to his senses, the coachman who was driving had disappeared.

The man nimbly scurried into the alley, and at the other end of the alley was the largest slum in Dragon City, which attracted a large number of outsiders to make a living every year, in addition to many homeless people, thieves, black market merchants and even criminals hiding in it.

Because of the attack on the Royal Legion, the entire Dragon City was under martial law, only the slums were business as usual, not because the court did not act, but because it was too mixed, and the slums had unconsciously infiltrated all walks of life in the Dragon City in the years of development, and many dark and invisibly thorny things were solved by relying on a certain force in the slums.

The man walked cautiously, pausing slightly from time to time to warily check whether anyone was following him. Towards evening, the sky is slightly darker, and the already gray slum buildings are even more gloomy.

From time to time, there are hurried passers-by on the street, and a few scattered vendors sit lazily, glancing at the passers-by from time to time. The man walked briskly, and soon blended into the crowd to hide his tracks.

The man's right hand stroked the side of his face, and after confirming that the makeup on his face was still there, he secretly sighed, and the disguised mask covered with special glue was extremely itchy after a long time on his face, and he planned to find an inn to live in first, the man tightened the canvas package on his back, and walked towards an inn not far away.

There were several idlers sitting at the door of the inn, and one of them saw the man approaching and hurriedly got up to greet him.

"Boss, do you want to have fun in the hotel?" let the little one take you!" the man came forward and inquired earnestly, and listened to his young voice, which was a young man.

"No thanks!" the man politely flashed sideways, bypassing the young man and moving on.

"Hey, boss, don't go!" the young man hurriedly followed, his right hand seemed to unintentionally pat the man's right shoulder, and the sharp knife hidden in his fingertips flashed a little cold and gently swiped the package on the man's back, and a triumphant smile bloomed on the young man's face.

But in the next second, a wisp of force hit the young man's arm hard, sore and swollen his entire arm, and the man turned around and retied the open package, which was full of all kinds of books, calligraphy and paintings.

"Phew!" the young man whispered when he saw that the package was not what he had imagined.

"Little monkey, what's going on?" several idlers squatting in the distance shouted loudly when they saw the unusual movement here, and several people surrounded the man, all with fierce eyes in their eyes, and various murder weapons such as daggers and short knives hung on their waists.

"If you don't want to die, get out!" the man was fearless in the face of several people, and he spat out coldly, his face full of impatience.

Several men who surrounded each other glanced at each other, and they all let out a low roar and rushed towards the man, and several of them had hidden sharp blades in their hands, viciously wiping the man's hands and feet. The man turned around lightly and flashed out of the bag of several people, and a faint cloud of green smoke burst out from the place where the man was standing and completely enveloped the few people, and then several people couldn't help but inhale a pungent and strange gas.

"You release poison!" a man who looked like a leader shouted in a panic with a hoarse voice, and the rest of the idlers also stood in place with ugly faces, not daring to move a step when they didn't understand the characteristics of this poison.

The man tightened his package and ignored a few people, and walked by himself to leave, but the leader of the idle man was anxious, and hurriedly threatened: "Friend, I advise you to hand over the antidote, otherwise our kamikaze gang will definitely make you unable to mix in Dragon City!"

"Kamikaze?huh?" the man paused, thinking for a moment in his mind, and he chuckled, completely unimpressed by the unknown little gang.

Feeling the sharp pain like burning in his internal organs, the leader of the idlers gritted his teeth and said sharply: "Stop! Do you know who our backstage is?"

"Boy, hurry up and hand over the antidote, otherwise the Daoists of the State Sect will definitely not spare you!" Before he could speak, the other idlers beside him couldn't help but shout one after another.

Hearing this, the man slowly turned around, and an inexplicable smile flashed in his eyes: "Oh, are you helping the Weiwu Sect?"

The leader of the idle man raised his head and said with a smug face: "That's right, it's the one with three hundred grandmasters, the first sect of my dynasty, the only one sect!

The man took out a whisk from his bag, put it on his left arm with a flower in his right hand, and looked at a few people with a smile on his face.

"This, this, this!" The leader of the idle man changed his face when he saw the dust, his lips twitched and he hurriedly knelt down, and begged in his mouth: "Dao Ye spare his life! The little one has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai!" Seeing this, several other people behind him also hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, just pulling the tiger skin, but they didn't expect that this person in front of them was actually a genuine Taoist priest of the only religion, and several people were suddenly frightened.

The movement of several people fighting here has alarmed many passers-by, and some good people have already probed their heads to look this way, and the man thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "A few of you lead the way to take me to the hotel, if you behave well, it is not impossible to help you detoxify!"

"Obey the order! Dao Ye come with me!" The leader of the idle man jumped up with great joy, hurriedly walked to the man's side, and subconsciously reached out to help him get the package, and saw that the latter gave him a cold look, so he had to lead the way in front of his head.

The man quickly left the place surrounded by a group of idlers, and a group of babbling idlers chose an inn with beautiful decoration and good hardware facilities for the man, and then honestly stood in a row in front of the man, waiting for the teacher's punishment like a schoolboy who made a mistake.

The man put the package away, took a big sip of a cup of hot tea, and asked slowly, "Who are you helping me teach to do things?"

The leader of the idle man glanced at the dark iron gold wire whisk on the side of the man, and his neck shrunk and explained honestly: "The villain is doing things for Shaochen Daoye!" Like the kind of dark iron gold wire whisk dust in front of him, he vaguely remembered seeing it in the hands of a certain Taoist priest, and the identity of that person seemed to be a point higher than Shaochen, and he saw with his own eyes that Shaochen was very respectful to him.

"Oh, it's Shaochen, can you deceive me?" the man was slightly surprised, but he didn't expect that the junior disciple who seemed to be honest and focused on studying the Dao method was secretly the behind-the-scenes manipulator of such an unpopular small gang.

Thinking of this, the man was a little funny, what is the use of accepting a group of juniors with such scumbag combat effectiveness.

A few days ago, Shaochen Dao Ye also passed down the decree... Seeing that the man's expression was a little "weird", the leader of the idler was afraid that he would not believe it, so he hurriedly defended himself.

"What is the law?"

"This... The leader of the idle man begged: "Dao Ye's poisonous skill is too domineering, the small internal organs are all on the go, please spare the villain's life first!"

"Dao Ye spares his life!" Seeing that the boss had opened his mouth to make a request, all the idlers fell to their knees and cried loudly.