Ning Lian was noble and well-informed, and the scene just now, others may not know what happened, but Ning Lian knows it clearly.

Just now, unconsciously, the fat man, the mad sword, and Xiuyang had already fought against each other, the fat man was one against two, and the Xiuyang of the one-star battle sect was instantly defeated, and the mad sword in the four-star battle couldn't help the fat man.

Ning Lian raised her head in amazement and looked at the burly man, she always thought that she had figured out the strength of the fat man, but the reality broke her bottom line again and again, Ning Lian actually had a crazy idea in a trance, perhaps, the four-star battle sect is not the real level of the fat man.

This idea was confirmed when Crazy Sword said his first sentence, and Crazy Sword pointed at the fat man with a trembling finger, and said in disbelief: "You, you..."

The fat man shouted: "What are you, if you want to fight, you can fight, don't get out, what are you doing blocking the road from which you come, is it difficult to let Lao Tzu enter the city, Lao Tzu told you, provoke Lao Tzu, let the fourth brother lead the army to destroy you." ”

The fat man said this arrogantly, but the mad sword really didn't dare to make a mistake, and was about to be convinced, when he suddenly heard a loud shout, secretly screaming bad.

"Don't be ashamed, what are you. The voice was followed by a man dressed in a robe, followed by a large group of people with their heads bowed, reflecting his lofty arrogance.

The mad sword was secretly bad, and he was trying to stop it, but the fat man had already moved, and he didn't have time to say anything with the mad sword, so he could only remedy it anxiously.

The moment the mad sword flashed in front of the man, the fat man arrived, and heard an angry roar: "Get out." A fist has appeared in front of him, the mad sword crossed his arms, wanting to be hard, but he can't do it, his body flew up instantly, and he smashed into the city wall in a daze, and when he came out, the man was held in his hand by the fat man with one hand, and he was slapping him, and the man's entourage was already wailing everywhere.

The fat man slapped him and said, "Let you scold Lao Tzu, and scold again." ”

The man was just about to speak, but the fat man slapped him again and said, "Yo, it's weird, scold, listen to it." ”

The man opened his mouth, and the fat man slapped him again: "If you want to scold you, you will scold, are you a dog?"

After three slaps, the man's head was twice as big, his facial features were long gone, and he fluttered twice, and then there was no movement, but the fat man still didn't put him down, and said, "So unbeaten." Bian raised his hand and prepared to fight again.

At this moment, the mad sword came out and shouted, "Wait. ”

The fat man's hand didn't let go, but he didn't go down, he squinted his eyes and first glanced at Xiuyang, who was stunned, and then stared straight at the mad sword, and asked with a smile: "What?

Crazy Sword took a deep breath, suppressed the churning of blood in his heart, bowed to the fat man, and said: "This is the prince of Shura, you must not kill him, otherwise Shura and Daqin will definitely go to war." ”

The fat man obviously didn't hear the words behind the mad sword, and when he heard that this person was the prince, the fat man said: "Why are I so familiar with that? It turns out that you are the boy who didn't know the height of the sky, tsk, I can still live until now after making my senior sister angry, you are also the only one, so I am really reluctant to kill you." ”

Crazy Sword was overjoyed and said, "Then please let go of the prince." ”

Fat man: "That's not good, he scolded me." ”

Crazy Sword: "I apologize to you on behalf of the prince." ”

Fatty: "But I'm still very sad." ”

Madness: "I'll make amends." ”

Fatty: "How much?"

Madness: "How much do you think is appropriate?"

Fat man: "Xia Yijue's kid lost to me, but he didn't give me money, but ran away, I'm very sad, so I'm going to catch him and ask him for an extra 50 billion, do you think it's okay?"

Crazy Sword gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, it's 50 billion." ”

Fatty: "Isn't it a little too much?" ”

Madsword: "Not much, not much. ”

Fat man: "Hey, I suddenly feel less sad, here you go." ”

After speaking, he casually threw the prince to the mad sword, turned his head and said to Ning Lian, who was stunned there: "Don't be stunned, let's go, go to the city, now that Lao Tzu is rich, Lao Tzu wants to live in the best inn in the city." ”

Ning Pian followed the fat man, and after listening to what the fat man said when he passed by the mad sword, he was completely awakened, and looked at the fat man with indescribable worship in his eyes.

The fat man said: "Tell Xia Yijue's kid for me, the money he owes me is to be calculated with interest, and the interest is not much, one cent of interest per day, the interest is rolling, it has been more than three months now, how much he owes me, let him calculate it himself." ”

The words were still in his ears, and the people had already blended into the crowd and disappeared, Xiu Yang walked to the side of the mad sword, took the unconscious prince, and asked tremblingly: "Third Elder, what kind of cultivation is that guy." ”

Crazy Sword's words were also a little trembling: "It should be, eight-star battle master?"

Xiuyang: "Impossible, how can an eight-star warrior be so terrifying?"

Crazy Sword said bitterly: "I also think it's impossible, but he just happened like that." ”

In a water pavilion in the depths of the Shura Palace, there was an old man sitting alone fishing, but his cloudy eyes did not look at the pond, but leisurely looked in the direction of the city gate, and remained silent for a long time, until he heard the sound of footsteps, and then withdrew his gaze.

The person who came was a majestic middle-aged man, wearing a dragon robe, and he was the emperor of the Shura Kingdom, and he respectfully saluted the old man and asked, "The seniors should know what happened at the city gate, right?"

The old man let out a soft "um".

Emperor Shura asked eagerly: "Please seniors, what kind of cultivation is that kid?"

The old man asked rhetorically, "What do you think?"

Emperor Shura said: "The juniors can only think of one explanation, but that is so ridiculous that the juniors can't believe it." ”

The old man smiled lightly and said, "The old man also thinks it's ridiculous, but he just happened so realistically, where do you make sense." ”

Hearing the old man's affirmation, Emperor Shura almost fell, and muttered: "Eight-star battle master, detachment, how is this possible, how is this possible, isn't it only the nine-star battle master who has the slightest possibility of detachment, eight-star battle master, how is it detached?"

The old man shook his head and said, "The old man has always thought very highly of himself, but now that he has become old, he is shocked to realize that he is just a frog at the bottom of the well, creating and making people." ”

Emperor Shura was speechless, but the old man asked, "Who is his master?"

Emperor Shura replied, "Tuoba Pifu." ”

The old man asked again: "How much is his cultivation?"

"Nobody knows?"

"Oh?"

Because until now, no one has tried to find out his bottom, and the younger generation suspects that even if his wife is not very clear, the younger generation only knows that when he kills anyone, it is like a bag to get something, and he never makes a second knife. ”

"Where is he?"

"Daqin, three thousand weak waters, ten miles of peach forest. ”