There are many monks from Baibai Prefecture who came to Qingyun Prefecture.

It's just that a person like Fang Cai, who opened his mouth to declare his royal identity, can be regarded as the first one.

After all, such an identity has a deterrent effect on the monks of Qingyun Prefecture, but it is also easy to attract unnecessary trouble.

And the person from the Sword Sect didn't quite believe the other party's words.

He pushed open the wooden door of the box and shouted in a deep voice:

"You said that you are the prince of the Mahayana Kingdom, but Lao Tzu is becoming more and more curious."

"Today, I want to take a look, who in Qingyun Prefecture doesn't know my Sword Sect!"

Fan Yi and Liu Qingqing listened to the noise outside the door.

Liu Qingqing wanted to push open the wooden window door and go out to have a look.

Seeing that Fan Yi was indifferent, she didn't get up, but instead cut the scene on the transparent stone to the outside.

In fact, Fan Yi has a plan.

Regardless of whether that person is the prince of the Mahayana Kingdom or not, he just took this opportunity to take a look at the attitude of Huben City.

At the moment, the door is on the railing.

Several men with swords were looking at a fat man who came out of the box opposite.

This fat man is the one who reported himself as the sixth prince, but he was a little unscrupulous in his clothes.

The gray robe he wore was rounded by the fat on his belly, and his hair was twisted haphazardly and tied with strips of red cloth.

It didn't look like it was from the royal family at all, but like an idle monk who ate and drank.

The fat man was about twenty-one or twelve years old.

His hands hung empty at his waist.

This scene amused several Sword Sect disciples.

"With your appearance, you still dare to call yourself the sixth prince of the Mahayana Kingdom, and you are not afraid of making people laugh off their big teeth."

The disciples of the Sword Sect expected that this fat man must be a fake, after all, as a prince, no matter how decent he was, he would always have it.

The fat man grinned and asked in a flat tone:

"You look down on me?"

Several people from the Sword Sect burst into laughter again.

Immediately, the Sword Sect disciple turned to look at the middle-aged woman on the stage,

Said:

"Since this kid is willing to bid two thousand spirit stones, then I won't fight with him today."

"Lao Tzu wants to see if he can get it."

The middle-aged woman heard this.

When she looked at the fat man, her expression was full of doubt.

Said:

"In this way, this three-grade martial art is yours of the son, please allocate spirit stones as agreed."

Unexpectedly, the fat man showed a playful expression.

Said:

"I went out in a hurry today, and I forgot to bring Lingshi at home. Can I keep an account first? ”

"Don't worry, my Mahayana Kingdom will not pay the bills."

As soon as the words came out.

A group of onlookers were all petrified on the spot.

The middle-aged woman is an excellent kung fu for qi cultivation.

She took a deep breath and replied:

"Childe said that he laughed, since you have filmed this martial art, you must complete the transaction immediately, otherwise you will break the rules of Xiulou."

"If Childe is trying to make trouble, then don't blame me for being unreasonable."

The fat man didn't panic, he made a very embarrassed expression, raised his hand and pointed at the Sword Sect disciple.

Said:

"Then let him buy it, he has spirit stones."

When the disciple of the Sword Sect heard this, he was instantly furious.

"You dare to entertain Lao Tzu and look for death!"

As soon as the words fell.

He was already unsheathed with his long sword, and stomped on the railing, the tip of which was pointed straight at the fat man.

The middle-aged woman presiding over the auction shouted:

"Xiulou is not allowed to fight! Stop! ”

But where can a word stop the two.

I saw that the fat man's face instantly became very ruthless.

He then threw a punch in an unremarkable manner.

"Bang!"

The long sword in the hand of the disciple of the Sword Sect had already shattered inch by inch before it could get close to the fat man's body, and he had received a solid punch in his heart.

The body of the man holding the long sword flew upside down, broke the railing, and then landed heavily on the bluestone slab on the first floor, and he turned out to be dead.

Unexpectedly, a monk of the Five Realms was beaten to death by a punch.

Seeing this, the rest of the Sword Sect all froze in place, their faces shocked.

The man who was killed by the fat man's punch was the strongest of them.

It is enough to show that the cultivation realm of the person who punched is at least a monarch realm cultivator.

It happened too suddenly.

When the middle-aged woman saw the death of the disciple of the Sword Sect in the Xiu Building, she shouted in a deep voice:

"You don't follow the rules, and you dare to hurt people's lives in Xiulou, you can't leave today!"

"The Xiulou guards listen to the order and arrest this person!"

The voice fell.

I saw more than a dozen monks in green shirts pouring in from outside the door and approaching the second floor one after another.

Fan Yi looked at the fat man who was calm and relaxed in the stone, and secretly said something bad in his heart.

The other members of the Sword Sect saw that the guards of Xiulou had made a move, and when there were many people standing, they each drew their long swords and ran towards the fat man.

Mouth shouted:

"Kill him! Avenge my brother! ”

The whole show building was in chaos.

The fat man walked unhurriedly towards the stairs with a fierce expression on his face.

He was going to take the initiative to catch up.

When the fat man was about to approach those people, he instantly released the coercion, imprisoned the approaching people, and threw the few people who were blocking the front of him down the stairs with random shots.

He strode towards the middle-aged woman who was presiding over the auction.

At this time, those people on the stairs were freed from their confinement, and no one dared to chase after them.

A monarch of the Six Realms can be unscrupulous in the Xiulou of Huben City.

The fat man walked up to the middle-aged woman and took out a token from the storage waist card.

He threw it at random and said:

"You can see it clearly!"

A middle-aged woman can be regarded as well-informed, but this is the first time she has seen the token of the Mahayana country.

Fang was frightened by the power of the fat man, so he had to look at it in a decent manner, and he kept praying in his heart that there would be a master from the City Lord's Mansion coming.

Not to mention whether the identity of the other party is conclusive.

Now that the fat man has killed a disciple of the Sword Sect in Xiulou, the involvement is too big.

The middle-aged woman handed the token back with both hands.

Cautiously said:

"There is no problem with this token, I can stop the previous transaction"

"I can't do anything about killing people."

The fat man pinched the token in his hand.

Laughed:

"Well, since you can't be the master, let the person who can be the master come out and speak."

When he finished speaking, the fat man didn't even look at the people upstairs and downstairs.

He was not in a hurry to leave, and sat on the edge of the stage, as if he intended to wait a little longer.

Fan Yi still stayed in the box, observing everything outside through the stone.

A stick of incense time passes.

It was still calm outside the showhouse.

I didn't see Li Mi coming, nor did I see the shadow of the head of the Wang family and the head of the Ding family.

Fan Yi was somewhat unhappy in his heart, even if it was someone from the Sword Sect, the opponent of the Martial Sect, who died.

Today, he was bullied to the door of his house, but the head of the family did not show up, this is not a joke for people to see.

Actually.

Li Xian's father and son in the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, as well as Wang Honglin and Ding Yidao, who were drinking in the flower building, had already received the news.

Each of them was thinking about whether to take care of this matter or not.

It was indeed reported by a saucer that the prince of the Mahayana Kingdom traveled to Qingyun Prefecture, but he did not confirm the appearance.

The time for another stick of incense passed.

Li Mi finally came.

When he entered the Xiu Tower, there were two white-haired old men beside him, both of whom were cultivators of the Monarch Realm.

Fan Yi sat in the box and exhaled softly.

If Li Mi came over later, I was afraid that he would not be able to bear it.