The crossbows on the tower of the city gate were raised, and they were all aimed at the canopy boats on the river.

The arrow is still not off the string, and it has already exuded a killing intent.

"Fuck it!"

Zhang Yuan stood at the bow of the boat, holding a pergola with his hands, and when he saw this scene from a distance, he immediately scolded, "What do these group of dog calves want to do?"

Fu Huijing's face was solemn: "It seems that they won't let us enter the city, so let's go." ”

"Where else can you go? There are living dead people all over the mountains, and everywhere you go, it's a dead end!"

Zhang Yuan's eyes were fierce, and he suddenly turned around and drove the men, women, and children who were staring at the canopy to the bow of the boat, "Sixth, hold the boat!"

"Zhang Yuan, they are really good at releasing arrows!" Fu Huijing was anxious.

"Lao Tzu doesn't believe in this evil, those group of dog calves who eat the emperor's food, can still kill so many people?"

Zhang Yuan's neck stiffened, and he couldn't listen to the advice, "Leave the words here today! If we can't enter this city, we won't have a way to live, so let's all watch and do it!"

Seeing that he was determined to go his own way, Fu Huijing couldn't help but turn her head to look at Nan Ming, and was about to ask him to help persuade him.

"Don't worry. ”

The old god of the Southern Underworld was sitting on the top of the canopy, still wearing the iron sword he had used last night at his waist.

The iron sword was rusty, and in some places it was even curled, but it exuded an invisible intent, sharp and pressing, vaguely, as if to cut the gaze of the observer.

Or because of the amazing sword last night, it has been sublimated in some way, and it is no longer ordinary.

Like a weighted old ox, the canopy approached the sluice gate under the city gate, little by little, slowly but firmly. The crossbow arrows on the tower of the city gate trembled slightly, and it seemed that they would come out of the string at any moment.

Seeing that the incoming ship had no intention of retreating, the guard's face became more and more cold and gloomy, and finally waved his hand: "Release the arrow!"

"Whoosh!!"

Arrows rained down and covered half of the sky, threatening to turn the small canopy into a hedgehog.

At this time, Nan Ming slapped on the canopy of the boat, and the iron sword at his waist came out of its sheath.

"Buzz ......"

A long roar of Qingyue was like a dragon's head held high, flying with the wind.

He had roughly figured out the strength that he should be able to show in the Body Refining Realm, and decided to play some new tricks.

So the two fingers of his right hand together, like the fingers of the arm, controlled the iron sword to fly in the air, and in a dazzled way, only to hear a sound of "ding ding dong" like a percussion drum, and the incoming arrows were shot down one by one.

Then, he pointed a little forward, and the iron sword suddenly burst through the air like thunder, shooting straight at the city gatehouse!

"Boom!"

On the tower of the city gate, the guard's eyes were wide open, staring at the tip of the sword that was contemplating an inch away from his eyebrows, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

“...... You!"

His chest was panting, and even though he had thousands of words, he could only hold back a pale and weak word in the end.

But when he saw Nan Ming's feet, the whole person was like a crane soaring into the air, and his clothes flew down to the city gate tower.

He stood on the wall, looked condescendingly at the soldiers defending the city, stretched out his hand, and the iron sword flew into his palm obediently. Then he said: "In the Lower South Underworld, from the Wucheng Yunliu Academy, please inform the city lord." ”

- It's actually someone from the Yunliu Academy?

No wonder, this hand is so slippery with the Qi Imperial Sword that it is difficult for ordinary Jianghu martial artists to match it!

The gatekeeper was in his heart, and there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes. Although he was extremely angry, he still didn't dare to slack off, and left with a cold snort, but he really went to find the city lord.

The rest of the ordinary sergeants looked at each other, a little overwhelmed. Nan Ming grinned at them, revealing Bai Sensen's teeth.

“......”

The crossbowmen silently pressed the arrows of their crossbows down a little, and looked at the sky without squinting, as if the clouds in the sky had bloomed.

The people on the boat watched nervously, and Fu Huijing's palms were already pinched into a cold sweat.

After a while, the general who had passed the rumor finally turned back, his face was still cold, and he didn't say a word, but waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to open the gate and let him go.

As the gate of the sluice slowly opened, the dozen or so hanging hearts on the canopy boat were finally put down, and the people in distress hugged each other with joy, their hearts full of gratitude to the young swordsman.

Fu Huijing looked up, only to see Nanming's back following the guard, and she didn't know where she was taken.

But come to think of it, there shouldn't be any danger.

She turned to the people on the ship and said, "If you don't have a place to live, come to my hospital for a while, just don't disturb the sick." ”

"Don't dare, don't dare! The girl is willing to take us in, which is already a great kindness......

"Yes, yes, Miss Fu is a good person, and kindness will be rewarded......"

"I'm sorry to trouble you again......"

In this turbulent and chaotic world, people are like ants, and their lives are like mustard.

Ordinary people like them, in the eyes of those high-ranking immortal masters, are like mayflies dying day and night, even if they die stubble after stubble, they won't care.

Fu Huijing secretly clenched her fists.

One day, she will also embark on the path of cultivation and become an immortal master who moves mountains and seas, catches stars and moons. You can control your own destiny and give blessings to others...... Grandpa's wish will not be buried.

The hanging pot helps the world, and Ze is born.

It is the Tao that grandpa has adhered to all his life, so let himself, the descendant, complete it for him.

......

......

Nan Ming followed the cold-faced guard and was taken to the City Lord's Mansion.

Walking through the streets and alleys, some people are curious to look at them from time to time.

Even though the corpses outside the city are all over the field, there is a wail, but in this Lan City, there are many people, cars and horses are like dragons, the streets and alleys are full of lights, and the drums are ringing in unison, as if they are going to do some great joy.

He remembered that before his family was leaving, he seemed to mention the birthday banquet of the city lord of Lancheng. Originally, they were supposed to come to the banquet, but now that they are just missing a mansion, it should be no big deal.

Thinking about it like this, he felt more at ease and went directly to see the city lord.

The lord of Lancheng City is a fat man with a big belly, his face is full of fat and shaking as he talks and walks, he looks old, but he is surrounded by several delicate young women, with revealing clothes and frivolous demeanor, and a trace of spring love ripples between his eyebrows and eyes.

It was unimaginable that this would be a five-hundred-year-old Divine Ability Realm Great Cultivator.

The lifespan of the general Divine Power Realm is about 600 years old, and this city lord has actually reached the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, but his cultivation is profound, his physical strength is not weakened, and his majesty is not reduced.

When Nan Ming saw the city lord, who was slumped on the luxurious and vulgar golden chair, a charming dancer picked up a grape with her slender hand and fed it to his fat lips.

Juice splashes.

"You...... Is that the old guy's protégé?" asked the Arashi City Lord without raising his head.

"Yes. ”

"I invited him, he didn't come himself, but he sent you such a little ghost, it's really a big shelf. ”

"The seniors misunderstood, Lord Fuzun just encountered an emergency on the road, so he asked me to come over to celebrate my birthday first. In order to show his sincerity, he also handed me the Fuzun token he carried, saying that it was like seeing a real person. ”

"Oh? tsk, even such a thing dares to be handed over to a hairy boy, the old ghost of Baicao is really going back more and more......"

The city lord still didn't look at Nanming. He is a great cultivator of the Divine Power Realm, a little ghost in the Refining Body Realm, and he hasn't been able to put him in his eyes yet.

It's just that he didn't pay attention, and the face of the dancing girl beside him gradually became a little strange.

This young man spoke to the city lord in a courteous and gentle manner, and it sounded clear that he was a young man with a general understanding of etiquette and numbers.

But...... Combined with his indifferent expression like facial paralysis, it always makes people feel awkward.

It seems that he is an audience eating melons, those words are narration, and the city lord he serves is like a drama on the stage, talking to the air.

Funny and ridiculous.