When Nie Wushuang walked to the gate of Tiger City, the people who entered and exited the city gate had already retreated to the side with fear, and the eight city gate guards stopped Nie Wushuang with their spears horizontal, and their eyes kept wandering behind Nie Wushuang, more than two hundred black-clothed masked monks and Yun Qianruo wandered away, one of them said: "If Your Excellency wants to enter the city, please show the city lord's order, otherwise there will be an accident, and we will not escape the blame, please be considerate." ”

Nie Wushuang threw the Demon Suppression Knife into the storage bag, looked around, and did not find the person Ye Xuanxin said, and then looked back at the dense black-clothed masked crowd behind him, as well as Yun Qianruo behind the black-clothed crowd, turned to the city gate guard and said: "The city gate of Tiger City, all immortals can enter, how come to me, what kind of city lord order is needed?"

Another guard in armor smiled awkwardly, stepped forward to clasp his fist at Nie Wushuang, and said, "Friend, look at your ......" When he spoke, he raised his head, his mouth turned towards Nie Wushuang's back, and continued: "This formation, it is easy for you to enter the city, if something happens, how can we afford to be guilty?" and ask my friends not to embarrass us. ”

"I don't mean to embarrass you, but I'm just going down into the city, and I do have something to do. Nie Wushuang said, pointing his finger back, and continued: "Are you worried about these people? To tell you the truth, these people have nothing to do with me, and if you want to stop them, I don't have the slightest opinion." ”

Several guards seemed to be thinking about something, Nie Wushuang bowed down and stepped forward, and in the astonishment of the eight guards, he entered the gate of Tiger City.

Nie Wushuang made this move, and the black-clothed and masked people naturally followed.

The guards at the gate of the city saw this posture and knew that they couldn't stop it even if they stopped it today, so after the group of black-clothed masked people hula hula entered the city, one of them said: "You guys are watching here, I will go to the city lord's mansion to inform the city lord, the little second son, you go and inform the city guard Lord Liu Haibo, tell him the specific situation, let him prepare in advance, and say that a large number of black-clothed masked monks have entered the city." ”

Nie Wushuang walked on the streets of Hucheng, looking around, and after a while, he found that the group of two or three hundred masked black-clothed monks had also entered the city, and Yun Qianruo followed him from a distance, at this moment, Nie Wushuang didn't want the person to appear, facing two or three hundred monks in the Yuan Infant Realm, even if he was a master of the Yuan Infant Realm, he might not be able to easily pick himself up.

After entering Tiger City, the men in black followed more closely.

The streets of Tiger City are very wide, and the originally lively streets, because of the addition of this group of black-clothed people, have become weird, and many small merchants and vendors who do business have seen such a large group of masked black-clothed people, all of them are afraid, and they don't dare to avoid it too obviously, for fear of getting into trouble.

Nie Wushuang walked aimlessly on the streets of Hucheng, attracting countless people's sideways glances everywhere he went, at first glance, it seemed that the son of a certain major sect was traveling, and he came to Hucheng with a group of guards to shake his majesty, everyone looked at Nie Wushuang with envy, jealousy, disdain and ridicule in their eyes, but those disdainful eyes only dared to reveal behind their backs.

This is really an infinite scenery for others to see, and the pain and sadness can only be understood by yourself.

After turning a few street corners, Nie Wushuang also knew that if he wanted to get rid of this group of Jiedan monks, it was undoubtedly a fool's dream, so he simply wandered around as if he was nothing.

Suddenly, Nie Wushuang's eyes appeared in the huge square in the Tiger City where he had come, and when he looked up, the jugglers, storytellers and singers on the square were still there, and there were many street frontage shops around the square, and there were crowds of people inside and outside the shops, which showed that the business was still hot, Nie Wushuang had walked here in a hurry, and suddenly remembered the hairpin in the storage bag.

Nie Wushuang thought about it, and walked towards the small Chen Dharma Shop where he had bought a hairpin.

When Nie Wushuang strode into the Xiao Chen Dharma Shop, there were many customers inside who were picking up objects at the counter, and some were sitting at the round table in the hall to talk, Nie Wushuang swept his eyes after entering the door, and saw the guy who sold hairpins to himself, the guy was introducing goods to a man and a woman, his expression was dancing, the man was building the foundation of the sixth order, and the woman was cultivating at the fourth order, although Hucheng was closest to Yemen, but the men and women were not dressed as monks of the Yemen.

Nie Wushuang found the hairpin in his hand from the storage ring and walked straight towards the guy.

Nie Wushuang approached the guy who was selling goods, and the guy's eyes looked over, and the eyes of a man and a woman standing next to the second boy also looked at Nie Wushuang.

"Man, do you remember this hairpin?" Nie Wushuang looked at the guy who sold him the hairpin with a smile on his face, and after seeing that the guy's face changed in the clouds, he opened his mouth and said, "This thing...... Are you sure you bought it from me? The magic utensils produced by my Xiao Chen Dharma Ware Shop guarantee the quality, so this is not a magic weapon, right?"

The man next to the guy frowned, his clothes were slightly luxurious, although his body was a little thin, but his face was full of brilliance, looking at Nie Wushuang's first-order cultivation, and then looking at him dressed up, he said with disdain: "Poor and sour, I don't know where I got the rags, get out of the way." ”

Nie Wushuang glanced at the man, but before he could speak, he heard the man shout angrily: "Look at what, be careful that Lao Tzu gouges out your eyeballs." ”

Nie Wushuang originally entered the door just casually, seeing this man behaving like this, a prank suddenly flashed in his heart, he knew that his cultivation was recycling, and the first-order cultivation he displayed was despised by the opponent, so he deliberately shouted with a look of underbeating: "Boy, it's quite horizontal, do you know who I am? Dare to call me around? Be careful that Lao Tzu slaps you to death." ”

The man laughed, and at some point there was a long sword in his hand, and at the same time as the sword was swinged, he shouted: "I just build a foundation, I don't know whether I live or die." ”

Seeing the man sweeping with his sword, Nie Wushuang did not move.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed between the two, and when the man looked, he saw a black-clothed monk holding his long sword between the index and middle fingers of his right hand, so that he couldn't move at all.

The man stared in the air, and said with a strange expression: "I don't know what the seniors mean, why do you want to meddle in the battle between the juniors? ”

In Lu Meng's heart, as a disciple of the Cloud Mist Sect, one of the three sects and six sects famous in the world, he walked in the cultivation realm, as long as he reported the identity of the disciple of the Cloud Mist Sect's Ning Yan Pavilion, which one was not respectful? Which one dared to say more cruel words?

This also cultivated a certain arrogance of Lu Meng, even in the face of Brother Jiedan, although he knew that he was invincible, he did not flinch, but reported himself.

Before the man in black could speak, Nie Wushuang slapped the man in the face and shouted, "What Cloud Mist Sect Condensing Smoke Pavilion disciple? You dare to pretend to be a Cloud Mist Sect disciple, how did Ling Dufeng teach his disciples?"

Hearing Nie Wushuang's words, the corners of the eyes of the black-clothed masked man beside him twitched, and at the same time, Lu Meng's face changed greatly, in his impression, even if it was a master, no one dared to call Sect Master Ling by his name.

After Lu Meng was stunned, anger rose on his face, and he turned his head and shouted: "You dare to call my sect master by name? and dare to beat me? Okay, very good, no matter who you two are, the master is the master of the Ning Yan Pavilion, Cao Ning Yan, who is an eighth-order cultivator and is known as the Cloud Mist Sword Immortal, this matter is no longer my Lu Meng's business, you are insulting my sect, and I will take your life today." ”

For Nie Wushuang, Lu Meng's words sounded like a fart to him, and his real pleasure was to tease the masked monks of the Jiedan Realm outside.

However, Nie Wushuang had been tossed by these old ghosts recently, and after listening to Lu Meng's words, he didn't know whether it was unintentional or intentional, so he shouted: "What if Lao Tzu insults your sect? Don't say that you are just a foundation building disciple, even if Ling Dufeng is in front of me, I will scold ...... correctly."

When Nie Wushuang spoke, he deliberately said loudly, but after a resentment was released in his heart, he secretly felt sorry for the group of Jiedan monks outside: Ha, my favorite thing is to see someone who can't get used to me and looks helpless about me.

After Nie Wushuang finished scolding, his heart was happy, and he deliberately turned around and shouted: "Cao Ningyan, did you hear it? Your disciple said that he wanted to take my life, and if you don't come out again, don't blame Lao Tzu for not reminding you, anyway, when I meet Ling Dufeng, Lao Tzu will definitely sue you." ”

The Jiedan monk beside Nie Wushuang who was holding Lu Meng's long sword trembled, and said with a sense of sadness in his tone: "Hey, why do you have to do this?"

Nie Wushuang turned his head to the man in black and said, "You guys have been with me for most of the day, oh?

The man in black hurriedly said, "You play, you play, I won't bother you." ”

Rumeng's brows furrowed, and he couldn't understand what they were saying, and his eyes were full of confusion.

At this moment, only the sound of a bang was heard, Lu Meng raised his eyes and saw that at the door of the shop, a group of black-clothed masked monks rushed in, and the originally spacious lobby of the Xiao Chen Dharma Shop was suddenly filled with this group of black-clothed people;

Rumon's face began to change.

The man in black with Rumon's sword did not embarrass Rumeng, withdrew his right hand and stepped aside.

In the crowd of black, another man in black flew in and stood beside Nie Wushuang.

At this time, Lu Meng's face was pale, where did he dare to move again?

Nie Wushuang glanced at the man in black and said, "You are Cao Ningyan?"

The man in black didn't move, and he didn't speak.

Nie Wushuang pointed at Lu Meng and said, "Since this is a disciple of your Cloud Mist Sect's Condensing Smoke Pavilion, then you can do it yourself." ”

I saw that the man in black was full of anger, and his aura slowly overflowed.

Nie Wushuang flashed and stopped in front of the man in black, and said, "What's the matter? You want to kill him, isn't it?" Nie Wushuang thought of Fu Xuesong, who was also a monk of Jiedan, and immediately stopped in front of Lu Meng and didn't dare to move again, he was really afraid that this Cao Ningyan would kill Lu Meng in a fit of anger, after all, this was really unnecessary.

Lu Meng's face had already turned pale, and the long sword in his hand trembled and trembled, and he couldn't say a word.

The woman next to Lu Meng suddenly said: "This matter is because we scolded people first, it was our fault, apologize to Gongzi, I don't know how Gongzi is willing to let my brother go." ”

The murderous intent exposed by the man in black made Nie Wushuang feel that the cultivation sect was weak, the brothers turned against each other, and the master and apprentice turned their faces, which was really in the blink of an eye.

He sighed, suddenly lost his interest in pranks, his face sank, and he waved his hand to the Lumeng brothers and sisters: "Okay, let's go, let's go." ”

Lu Meng and Lu Ke glanced at each other, and Lu Ke even held his sword and saluted Nie Wushuang, and said: "Thank you for the grace of the son not to kill, in the future, my brother and sister will definitely remember this lesson." After speaking, Lu Ke pulled Lu Meng, and the two looked at Nie Wushuang and walked slowly towards the door of Xiao Chen's magic weapon shop.

Watching Lu Meng and the others leave, Nie Wushuang suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought: "As long as Xu Youran's gang of Yuanying Realm does not appear, the person who answered me will always know that I have come to Tiger City, but so many Jiedan monks are following me, and I don't know who this person is? In case those Yuanying old ghosts come to come, how can I be their opponent? Why don't you take this opportunity to spread a scene here, and make this scene as chaotic as possible, so that the person who responds can find an opportunity to take me away." ”

After thinking about it, Nie Wushuang deliberately put on an ugly look, and said: "A few months ago, I bought a white egret hairpin in this store, when you boasted that this thing is in the sky and not in the ground, I spent three low-grade spirit stones, bought this thing back, but found that this thing is thousands of miles different from your description......"

Before Nie Wushuang finished speaking, the guy fell to his knees with a puff and cried loudly: "Childe spare your life, Childe spare your life!"

Nie Wushuang looked at the appearance of the guy who sold him hairpins and kept kowtowing, glanced at the group of black-clothed monks behind him, and saw that there was already a lot of blood oozing out of the man's forehead.

Nie Wushuang helped the kowtowing guy up and said, "What are you doing here?" ”

Where did the guy dare to get up, he cried with a handful of snot and tears: "Childe spare his life, I am old and young, as for Childe's hairpin, even if the boy loses his life, he will change Childe to something ten times better than this......"

Nie Wushuang was speechless in his heart, and once again felt the law of the strength of the cultivation realm, and for a while he had no interest in making trouble, he threw the hairpin back into the storage bag, waved his hand and said: "Forget it, I lost the spirit stone, I admit it, okay......!

Nie Wushuang said as he walked, leaving behind a group of people who bought and sold magic weapons and the guy, dumbfounded.

Walking on the wide square, Nie Wushuang muttered to himself: "In front of the strong, the weak really have no power to resist, no wonder in this Yunmeng Continent, what everyone dreams of is strength cultivation, hey." ”

When he found that the group of black-clothed masked people were still following him from a distance, Yun Qianruo was also not far away from the crowd, and he thought to himself: "Who is this answering person? Why hasn't it appeared yet?" Nie Wushuang sighed and walked slowly.

Suddenly, the Wangdanlou not far away appeared in sight, and Nie Wushuang said angrily in his heart: "Lao Tzu is now like a lost dog, all thanks to Wangdanlou, Zhuge Yun destroyed this old fox, since the magic weapon shop is considered a bully, make trouble with your Wangdanlou, hehe, Lao Tzu is not unbearable." ”

Nie Wushuang thought about speeding up his pace and walked straight towards Wangdan Tower.

"This master, please inside. At the door of Wangdan Tower, a small man in coarse linen clothes was smiling all over his face, looked at Nie Wushuang, and made a gesture of bowing down and inviting in.

Nie Wushuang sneered in his heart, didn't speak, and walked straight inside.

The lobby on the first floor of Wangdan Building is much larger than the small Chen Dharma Ware Shop, and at this time, dozens of people in the lobby are trading at the counter, some are talking to each other, and some are sitting on the side waiting for tea.

Unlike last time, Nie Wushuang walked straight towards the counter where he had stepped forward to sell Dan.

"Huh! Wait. When Nie Wushuang walked to the counter, someone was trading goods, but someone behind him shouted, "Queue up." Someone shouted again: "You dare to cut the queue in Wangdanlou, and you are impatient?"

Nie Wushuang glanced back, only to see three or four men in different costumes, with anger in their eyes, staring at him, he didn't care, turned his head, looked through the wooden fence, looked inside the counter, and said with a smile to the old man who traded with him at the time: "Old thing, I haven't seen you for a long time, are you still alive?"

The old shopkeeper was talking about business with the people outside the counter, and when he heard the shouts that someone was cutting in line, he had already moved his gaze, and when he saw that the person who came was Nie Wushuang, his pupils gradually widened, his face was full of surprise, and he blurted out: "It's you?"

Nie Wushuang nodded leisurely and said, "It's Lao Tzu and me." It's not bad, you've been in the foundation realm in just a few months, and it's kind of interesting. ”

The old shopkeeper said angrily: "You are not small, dare to come to my Wangdan Tower to make trouble?" After speaking, he shouted at the building: "There is an enemy attack!"