Since you can't hide, you don't bother to hide.

Nan Ming carried his right hand on his back, pinched his two fingers, and suddenly put all the flying needles into his palm, and then with a flick of his wrist, all of them sprinkled on the person on the windowsill, forcing him to take a step back.

At the same time, with a wave of his left hand, the strong wind in his sleeve shot out, and the door was slammed away, blocking the dagger's movement. The next moment, the iron sword placed at the head of the bed let out a humming sound, and it was already in front of the door.

- He did not dare to act rashly.

The aura of these people is hidden, and the methods they use are not magnificent, and they can't tell what realm it is for a while.

What if there is a master of the Divine Realm in it and tells him to accidentally shoot him to death, what if he is killed?

After a brief sniff, there is still a lot of breath around, paying attention to every move here.

It's better to be cautious.

After thinking about it like this, the three people who were forced to retreat came back again, this time with a clear knife and a gun, and fought directly close to each other.

Nan Ming had a sword in his hand, and he didn't panic in his heart.

He raised his sword to block at will, his movements seemed to be slow and fast, and he could always block the blades of several people first, and his defense was impenetrable.

There is no need to block the white blade with empty hands, and the fact that he is invulnerable and invincible will not be easily exposed, which makes him feel very relieved.

It's just that the three people who fought with him were not in such a good mood.

Although the other party doesn't seem to have a high level of cultivation and the exercises are not strong, every time he blocks, he is hanging and hanging, and there are dangers.

But for some reason, there is always a subtle feeling that even if they fight for 10,000 years, they can't touch the corners of each other's clothes......

It's a delusion, right?

As soon as one of them thought this, he felt an irresistible force, pulled his arm, and the dagger was uncontrollably plunged into the chest of his companion next to him.

The latter immediately became highly poisonous, and fell down with wide eyes.

The other person had an unbelievable look in his eyes, and was about to question, when out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a stranger lying on the ground, and couldn't help but be surprised: Is there still someone lurking?

No, it's already a silent corpse!

And the death is extremely weird, as if it has been run over by some heavy object......

It's just that that face is a little familiar, as if it ...... Where have you seen it?

There was a touch of the scimitar in his hand, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that his companion's head was already flying up at the tip of the knife, and the dagger in his hand was also inserted into his neck......

The man's eyes widened.

He remembered, the man...... The corpse...... It's an outcast of the Blood Demon Gate, and the ninety-seven on the killer list has no life!

It was the last thought in his mind.

Then it was all darkness.

There was a sudden silence in the wing.

All three assailants were lying on the ground, each with their own weapons stuck in their bodies, and they looked like they had killed each other, and they were not blind to death.

Nanming clapped his hands, feeling that the scene was seamless, so he walked out with a nonchalant face.

"Come on, serve the food!"

He walked downstairs and sat down in the empty hall and beckoned.

Although cultivators can reach the Spiritual Realm without eating or drinking. However, he felt that at this time, there should be a pot of fine wine and a few plates of side dishes, which would be enough to express the interest in his heart.

The food and drinks were quickly served.

Nanming took a sip, the entrance was smooth, mellow but not strong, obviously a good wine.

If you don't have some strange spices in it, it tastes even better.

He took another bite of the dish, which surprised him a little, the spices were perfectly combined with the ingredients, and a spicy aroma was evocative.

He couldn't help but take another bite and thought it was really good, so he called the boss.

"Who made this dish?"

"I did it. ”

"What's in it?"

"Guest officer...... But what's wrong with the food?"

The boss's eyes flickered a little, but he saw Nan Ming wave his hand and said, "Don't be nervous, I just think it's delicious, and I want to know how to make it." ”

"This ...... It's not a small shop, I really don't know. ”

The boss seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and his words became neat, "The seasonings are all bought from Tianxiangju, and they are their secret recipes, and I just put them in when I stir-fry......

Tianxiangju?

Nan Ming thoughtfully asked about the location, and planned to go over and have a look later.

Being able to concoct food that even he is interested in is not easy to live in this day. The food in the world has always been indifferent and tasteless in his mouth, although the amount is a little less, but it can eat a little taste, most of which is a bit mysterious.

But before that, he had to think about how to get rid of the crowd outside.

After eating, Nanming pushed the door and walked out.

The long street is still quiet and seems to be extremely deserted.

Just in the trees, in the well, in the eaves, in the window cracks of the inn opposite, in the cellar at the feet, in the straw heaps in the stables...... There was more than one breath and a heartbeat, but also the groom with the brim lower, the sword-selling peddler, the strange man holding an umbrella on a cloudy day, the old man passing by with a gloomy face holding his grandson, and the woman with her eyebrows and eyes like smoked......

Not to mention, the masters hidden in the void and in the shadows cast a fierce gaze from time to time......

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings.

The atmosphere is solemn.

Nan Ming exhaled a breath of white air, and said expressionlessly: "You killers, can you also grow a little heart, practice the latent before debuting?"

- I am blind, and I have seen you.

After speaking, without waiting for any reaction, he stepped on the eaves with both feet, and then stepped away.

"Chase!"

There was a gust of wind behind him, and the footsteps were messy, and the killers instantly took off their disguises and chased after them in a chaotic manner.

Most of them are rabble, and they don't even have the cultivation of the Lingshu Realm, just the idea of joining in the fun and picking up the leaks by the way.

The only ones who could really catch up were dozens of corpse cultivators, as well as a few breaths hidden in the void without knowing their identity.

In their eyes, Nan Ming is already a dead man, and the real opponent is just a contender for the bounty.

Everyone wants to be a fisherman, so I'm not in a hurry to make a move.

The Lingshu realm can float in the air for a short time with a physical body, and if there is a well-practiced flying magic weapon, it can fly in the air and travel hundreds of miles a day.

Chasing at the forefront was a Lingshu Realm monk with a flying sword, wearing a blood-patterned sword, dancing wildly with purple hair, and a wicked smile on his face, obviously not a person in the righteous path.

"Qiu Xueyi...... That's Qiu Xueyi, the head disciple of the Blood Demon Sect!"

Someone at the bottom exclaimed in a low voice, "I didn't expect him to come too?" His senior brother is a 'blood slaughter' on the killer list, this person is ruthless, and the demon flame is monstrous, not easy to match!"

"It is rumored that Absolutely Wusheng has betrayed the teacher, and he should not come. But let's give up, Qiu Xueyi is here, it seems that the Blood Demon Gate is determined to win the reward, and there is no chance......"

"Let's go!"

Many people recognized the identity of the purple-haired monk, looked frightened, and turned away.

Seeing this, Qiu Xueyi's face became more and more arrogant, his spiritual power suddenly rose, and the flying sword let out a sky-breaking explosion, and his speed increased by a few points.

However, the more he chased after him, the more anxious he became.

The back of the black-shirted swordsman in front of him seemed to be always that size, and no matter how he chased him, he couldn't touch a piece of his shirt.

What kind of demon is this kid, he doesn't even use magic weapons, and he actually runs faster than himself?!

And the old thing in the inn, obviously let him mix the seven incense and the sorrowful wind in the wine and food, didn't he let it go? He even dared to disobey his own orders, he was really tired of it, so he took the head of this kid first, and then went back to him to settle accounts......

A trace of annoyance appeared on Qiu Xueyi's face, and his eyes gradually became gloomy.

was about to use some means, but saw the black shirt suddenly turn down, like a swallow through the hall, and disappeared into a store. Qiu Xueyi hurriedly turned around with her sword, and was about to chase after her.

However, when he saw the name of the store, he couldn't help but stop.

Tianxiangju!

Qiu Xueyi wandered outside the door, and for a while she didn't know whether to enter or not.

The monks in the back chased after each other, and when they saw this scene, they were immediately a little blind.

"That kid entered Tianxiangju?"

"What? Tianxiang can't do it in the house, isn't there anything he can't help it!"

"Hmph, how long can he hide inside, and when the shop closes in the evening, he won't be kicked out. We're just waiting here, he can't run......"

Many monks whispered, and all of them had sneers in their eyes.

Most of the people gathered here are some evil sects and demons, who kill people and sell goods without blinking, so what's wrong with bullying more and less. As long as there are interests in front of them, they will chase them like moths to a fire, without any morality.

This is evil practice.

It is precisely because of unscrupulous means that the right path will not be tolerated.

Qiu Xueyi glanced at them coldly, he was well versed in the nature of evil cultivators, and knew that with his prestige, it was impossible to drive these people away.

I simply brushed my sleeves and walked to the store.

"He's in!"

"Shhh...... This Qiu Xueyi is really rich, and he didn't even want to wait for a while, so he entered Tianxiangju. ”

"The Blood Demon Sect has a big business, and it is very rich, I'm afraid I don't care about this little money! ”

Hearing the whispers coming from behind him, Qiu Xueyi's face turned his back to reveal a trace of imperceptible gloom.

The price of Tianxiangju is not as light as they say.

This place is a special session for the old monsters of the Divine Realm on weekdays, and I heard that there are even giants who have entered the Holy Realm to come in small clothes. Ordinary spiritual monks, if they didn't come with their elders, they wouldn't even dare to enter the door.

A cup of tea costs thousands of Lingyuan, and even Qiu Xueyi will have a lot of pain.

After all, with his cultivation status in the Blood Demon Sect, he only had twenty or thirty thousand yuan a year. And on this day, Xiangju, half a cup of tea can be squandered cleanly.

If it weren't for the reward of 500,000 spirit yuan, Qiu Xueyi would never have come in.

He wanted to see what kind of confidence the boy who was rewarded had the courage to come to this Tianxiang House to avoid trouble. You must know that Tianxiangju has never participated in any struggle, and those who come in will be kicked out if they are not diners.

Qiu Xueyi's thoughts in her heart turned back and forth, but Nan Ming didn't know anything about it.

He just suddenly caught a glimpse of this Xiangju on the way to "escape", remembered the innkeeper's words, and came down to take a look.

Then I found that those people did not dare to come in...... He was immediately more interested in this shop.

Looking left and right, the architectural style here is simple, and there are not too many carved beams and paintings. The four walls are quaint white sandalwood, and the ground is paved with pale mountain rocks, which looks atmospheric and vulgar.

Strangely, in one corner of the store, there is a red cloth-covered shrine with a statue of a god enshrined on it, holding a glaive sword, with a green face and fangs, and a fierce face, but it does not appear evil.

Nan Ming always felt a little familiar, and he couldn't remember where it was sacred.

The hall was empty, and there were only a few diners, who were gathering around a table to eat.

They exuded a vast aura, which made Nan Ming's eyes move slightly.

If the ants outside are compared to dust, these people are like gravel, slightly larger.

Looking at his appearance and demeanor, whether free and natural, or quiet and majestic, all have a long-standing and otherworldly temperament, which makes people unconsciously intimidated.

Obviously, these are a few masters.

At this moment, they were gobbling up several plates of delicacies, chopsticks like the wind, like mortals who hadn't eaten for a few days, and they almost didn't lick the plates.

INTERVIEWER Is the food really so delicious?

A trace of curiosity arose in Nanming's heart, and he was eager to try.