"Grab it, take it back to the lord's mansion, and seal the shop for me." The thick man frowned and waved his hand directly.

As soon as his voice fell, his subordinates immediately started to move. The drinkers in the shop had already run away, and the guys had all hid in the crowd of onlookers outside, and Hutu's face turned pale and he suddenly lost his bearings.

Seeing that someone was coming to arrest him, he subconsciously struggled, but before he could break free, he was hit with a stick in the back. I stumbled, my mind was a little dizzy, my feet were unsteady, and I fell down in shame.

Fortunately, a man came down the stairs and helped him. Isn't it just that you lost some money, and if you lose it, why bother beating people?" Yuan Ming helped him to the side and looked at the fierce leader.

"Fart, did our lord lose silver? That's a loss of face! Where are the bastards, get out of the way, and if you meddle more, you will be treated as a fellow party and arrested together." The stout man's eyes widened and he scolded angrily.

Although Hu Tu panicked, he couldn't bear to drag Yuan Ming down, so he hurriedly pulled his sleeve and said, "I'll go with you, this matter has nothing to do with him. As soon as he was about to step forward, he was grabbed by Yuan Ming.

"Okay, here's someone who isn't afraid of death, do you want to resist arrest?" The strong man was angry, and when he saw his small movements, he didn't get angry but laughed. "No, aren't you looking for an artist? I am. Yuan Ming said with a smile.

"You're making fun of Lao Tzu, aren't you? Lao Tzu will hack you first!" The stout man really couldn't suppress the fire, and when the words fell, he suddenly pulled out the scimitar on his waist and slashed it towards Yuan Ming's head.

Hu Tu was not slow to react, and was about to pull Yuan Ming away, and found that he seemed to be pulling a bronze sculpture, and he didn't move at all.

Yuan Ming just waved his hand, and the iron scimitar was twisted directly into a twist by a strong force", and even the stout man also turned around a few times in mid-air before he unloaded his strength and fell heavily to the ground.

Yuan Ming's hand really shocked the jaws of the onlookers, and he couldn't help but let out an exclamation. Seeing this, the other soldiers of the lord's mansion drew their swords one after another, but they were all around, and none of them dared to step forward.

Seeing this, Yuan Ming smiled and took a step closer to the stout man. The latter fell so badly that he couldn't care about the pain in his arm when he saw this, and he was so frightened that he retreated again and again.

"Don't come here, I know you're an immortal cultivator...... In our lord's mansion, there are also immortal cultivators, and if you dare to kill someone, you will definitely not be able to escape the responsibility." After all, the stout man has seen the world, so he couldn't help but say.

The few immortal cultivators who were enshrined in the consulate, killing people was simply not too casual, and he could be pinched to death at will, which time did he see that he didn't respectfully call him "Shangxian".

Let's go, take me to the Lord's Mansion, don't you just paint a picture," Yuan Ming chuckled. As he spoke, he reached out and pulled up the trembling stout man, and a wave of mana quietly crossed in, restoring the sprained and misplaced meridians in his injured arm.

"You...... Are you really an artist? The stout man noticed that the pain in his arm had been greatly reduced, stabilized his mind, and asked. Stop talking nonsense and lead the way." Yuan Ming reprimanded. The Lord's Mansion was in a hurry, and he came to ask for the guilt, but he was almost escorted back.

Before leaving, Yuan Ming glanced back at Hu Tu, who was completely frozen, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, business is just going to be done." Hu Tu barely squeezed out a smile, looked at their backs as they left, and sat down on the stairs with a dejected look, "Is he really still the same Yuan Ming?" Hutu had mixed feelings.

On the other side, Yuan Ming came to the lord's mansion with his own soldiers. You, you're waiting here...... I'll report it first." The stout man took Yuan Ming to a courtyard Yuan Ming, rubbed his shoulders and left in a hurry.

Not in a hurry, Yuan Ming sat indifferently on a stone table in the courtyard, looked around, and found that in this small courtyard, many furnishings and items were actually in a strong Central Plains style, which was very different from the architectural decorations that could be seen everywhere in southern Xinjiang.

Yuan Ming could see that the thick man had returned. "Your Excellency is entertaining guests, I'll report later." The stout man said.

Yuan Ming didn't care either, and asked casually, "Your lord's mansion, have any guests from the Central Plains visited recently?" Hearing this, the thick man was obviously stunned. "That's it. How long have they been here, and have they ever left? Yuan Ming asked.

The thick man obviously didn't want to answer, intimidated by his identity as an immortal cultivator

, and didn't dare to pretend not to hear, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "It is true that there are some people from the original who have been living in the side courtyard of the lord's mansion and have never left. Do you know where you came from in the Central Plains?" Yuan Ming asked.

I don't know where from the Central Plains, they are all mysterious, and they only deal with the lord's cronies, and we can't see them. The stout man shook his head and said. What did they do out of the ordinary when they came? Yuan Ming asked him again.

The day after they came, the lord ordered the closure of the Shanhe Gambling House and an inn in the name of the owner. That's all the business of the pig scum, and there has always been an offering to the lord's mansion." The stout man pondered and said.

As soon as Yuan Ming heard this, he had a little frown in his heart. He waited outside for a while, and then urged the thick man to report again. However, this time it was not a rough man who was waiting for him, but a large group of stubborn soldiers and two monks from the lord's mansion.

And the stout man from before was dragged back by someone, and he was already beaten and bruised. "Bastard, it's not enough for a liar to come once, and you want to bring another one back?" One of them, a bald middle-aged man with black tattoos on his body, shouted.

The thick man had been beaten so angry that he couldn't say anything if he wanted to defend himself. Yuan Ming couldn't help frowning when he saw this posture.

"You blind bastard, you think you can order the magic of the three-legged cat, so you dare to come to the lord's mansion to deceive, are you tired of being crooked?" Another emaciated, sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked creature shouted.

Yuan Ming glanced at the two of them and found that they were all at the fourth or fifth level of qi refining, and he knew it in his heart. I'm just here to draw a picture of the lord, so there's no need to make such a fuss, right?" Yuan Ming asked helplessly.

"Galu Daoyou, are you or me?" "Hu Ladaoyou's shot is enough." The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked guy ignored Yuan Ming at all, looked at the burly middle-aged Galu and smiled.

Hu La, who had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, nodded in response, and then sneered at Yuan Ming: "I'll let you know how to write dead words today!" As soon as the words fell, he pulled out a short thorn pinned to his waist, and whispered a few words in his mouth, and the surface of the short thorn flashed out of his hand, turning into a long black rope, like a long snake.

But after a few breaths, a miserable scream sounded, and Hu La was already lying on the ground with his hands and feet open, motionless, and the short thorn had already fallen to the ground. "I don't know how to write the dead characters, but it seems that this 'big, I write the words well'. Yuan Ming said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a bear roar. The tattoos on the middle-aged man's body lit up, and his body was shrouded in cyan aura, vaguely condensed into the shadow of a bear, rushing towards Yuan Ming, and with every step, the ground shook, and the momentum was not fierce.

But in an instant, he also lost consciousness and lay down beside Hu La, in the same posture and neatly. Seeing that the two monks were put down one after another in the blink of an eye, the rest of the soldiers were frightened, and no one dared to take half a step forward.

At this time, a low voice suddenly came from outside the courtyard: "Who is so bold and dares to make trouble in the Lord's Mansion, as soon as the voice fell, a golden light directly crossed the courtyard wall and landed here.

Immediately afterwards, there were also seven or eight figures outside the courtyard coming over one after another, half of them were all from the Central Plains, regardless of their clothing or appearance.

In the middle, there is a gorgeously dressed and obese middle-aged man, the appearance of a native of southern Xinjiang, who is the owner of this Iron Tiger Town, Lord Bayin. "Who's going to explain to me what's going on? When Lord Bayin saw the situation at the scene, he immediately said angrily.

"Don't worry, Lord Bayin, with us in charge, don't worry. All eyes turned to the man who had jumped first. I saw that the golden light on his body had dissipated, revealing a set of leather armor worn on the outside, and his shoulders trembled slightly at the moment, and he seemed to be on the verge of anger.

Their group had been harassing in the lord's mansion for a long time, and it happened that Lord Bayin was hosting a banquet today, and they didn't expect to encounter someone to make trouble, and they were monks. Seeing that the monks of the lord's mansion couldn't handle it, they decided to take action, which could be regarded as a favor.

"Commander Fu, clean him up." Someone coaxed. Other Central Plains people also shouted, and most of the people in southern Xinjiang couldn't understand it, but they also started shouting. Under everyone's expectations, Commander Fu, who was confronting Yuan Ming, suddenly shouted: "Shut up."

This sound startled everyone." Even the Lord

The fat on his body trembled. Before everyone could figure out what was going on, Commander Fu, who was standing at the forefront, suddenly "poofed" and fell to his knees, causing everyone to exclaim again.

Young Master, I can be considered to have found you," Commander Fu's eyes were red, and he clasped his fists at Yuan Ming, and shouted in a trembling voice.

Young master? His shout made the expressions of a few people suddenly stiffen, and those people were not stupid for a moment, and immediately ran over and knelt on the ground.