The contradiction between the literati and the warriors is vividly manifested at this moment, and the spacious central street is divided into two groups of people, the literati stand in one group, and the warriors stand in one group, forming an invisible dividing line between each other.

They walked on each other's toes like this, and the warriors disdained to look at these rich literati and merchants, and the rich literati and merchants also disdained to look at these warriors, obviously saying the same things and drinking the same water, but they were like natural enemies to each other.

"Amitabha!

Some warrior monks and masters with ethereal minds saw this scene, and because of the "good as water" in the Buddhist saying, they could only be Amitabha Buddha, who was as good as water.

As for those dignitaries with a certain status, they naturally won't appear here, because they have already been arranged by Ning Yiwu to sit on the "Divine Sword Altar", so in the face of this scene, no celebrity has come forward to persuade peace.

This is one of the ills of the times in the Heavenly Domain, just as most of the excellent martial realm planes must go through the changes of the times, the Heavenly Realm must also go through such an era, such the ills of the times may seem funny in the highly civilized world of later generations, but in the contemporary era, it is a matter of course.

Many things are ridiculous to the people of later generations, but the people of the present world feel extremely sacred, just like the current situation, the literati and scholars, the rich merchants of pills and martial artists, are like enemies to each other.

In such an era, everyone feels that they are right, and will never admit that others are right, even the literati and writers who are powerless do not think that these martial artists have anything worth learning, and the martial arts cultivators who have always looked down on the unrestrained literati are even more so.

The crowd formed two lines and walked slowly forward.

Although most of the martial artists in this group of martial artists are martial cultivators from all over the world, who have the ability to soar through the clouds and mist, and also have the talent of extremely fast instantaneous, but in the Heavenly Domain, as an outsider, flying in the sky, or walking in an instant at this special time, is a great disrespect to one of the forces, and they don't take the sect master in their eyes at all, so even if most martial artists are in the congested crowd, they are not willing to openly stir up trouble for some convenience.

Of course, there are also many young people who still feel that the current crowd is moving slowly, and they can't bear such congestion, so they muster up the courage to prepare for a rash attempt.

A scene came as a surprise to everyone.

I saw that all of a sudden, a part of the Wind Soul Cultivators in the crowd actually condensed the True Yuan Qi and stepped away.

What they did at this moment attracted everyone's attention, and everyone looked up.

In their hearts, they didn't feel that these young people were very brave, but they wanted to see what kind of ending these arrogant boys would end, and they wanted to see what kind of means Ning Yiwu would use to deal with these young people who didn't know the height of the sky.

This is an act that does not take the Divine Sword Sect in his eyes at all!

"If you don't follow the rules like this, you still deserve to be a martial arts cultivator? The duty of being a human being is to abide by the rules, and these martial arts cultivators have been cultivating martial arts for a long time, and they can't even be human beings, so let's just go to be a monster! Let's go to be a cat and a dog!" Seeing that these young martial arts cultivators were so ignorant of the rules, a conceited literati couldn't help but criticize like this.

Hearing this sentence of partial generalization, I saw that in the crowd of scholars, a middle-aged man with a resolute and thick face coughed, "Wu Neng Anbang, Wen Neng can govern the country, how can you understand these truths at a young age, young people who are partial and generalized, don't be so self-righteous! If we human beings don't have these martial arts cultivators, in this world where human beings and demonic beasts coexist, how can we resist the minions of demonic beasts with our physical bodies alone! Don't recognize a few words and think you're great!"

The young literati was very conceited, and he snorted coldly and stopped talking, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "What the hell are you! Lao Tzu talks, it's your business?" But he was worried that the other party would be able to cultivate martial arts, and he didn't dare to say what he was thinking, so he had to use the spiritual victory method in his heart, pretending to be a concession on the surface.

"Look at it, that group of literati is pointing at them again, and they only recognize a few words when they read, but these people want to call the things that put these words together talent, and when they encounter something, they are chattering like girls!

There is always no shortage of people in the world who are both civil and military, and I saw a handsome young man snort coldly, " Brother, don't say that, these literati have their own role, just now that young man said it very fairly, and also gave us martial artists face, no matter how powerful this martial arts is, in the end it can only be subjugated, and Wen can unite people, now the Beiming alien race is eyeing my heavenly domain, even other barbarians know how to write a letter to fight the enemy before crusading against the enemy, in order to unite people's hearts, the white is said to be black, a piece of the enemy is a sword writer about seven or eight paragraphs of tens of thousands of martial arts cultivators, you as a person from the heavenly realm do not know the essence and power here, but you want to talk nonsense here, brother should really reflect on it。 ”

When the martial artist heard his cold and hot ridicule, how could he not be angry in his heart, and immediately condensed the true yuan in the palm of his hand, ready to fight him, but unexpectedly, the acupoints of the true yuan all over his body were actually sealed, and he looked at the other party with amazement, exclaiming, "Who are you?

It turned out that the young man was already in the midst of immobility, and he had sealed all his True Yuan acupoints, so that he could not condense the True Yuan at all.

"It doesn't matter who I am, you have to know who you are!"

After finishing speaking, the young man had already disappeared in an instant.

Only then did the black-faced man come to his senses, and he said in his heart: "It turned out to be the "Flying Shadow" cultivated by Ning Yiwu, and it was so powerful!

He was also a simple martial arts practitioner, and he just whispered a few words, seeing that the strength of the other party's martial arts was far superior to his own, the admiration in his heart had already outweighed anger, and he patted his head, and had long forgotten his previous blame.

After a commotion, the bold young martial cultivators soared into the air, and the rest of the people looked bleak, and the person at the head of the group had a smug look on his face, and he actually became smug, "Isn't this Divine Sword Sect anything remarkable? Who said that you can't take the clouds and control the fog? Third brother, look, isn't there no one to take care of me? Look at the group of people under my feet, they are scared to death, Ning Yiwu is not a monster, even if we do something wrong, he won't dare to kill us!"

But after hearing this, the third brother next to him looked a little unnatural, "Big brother, let's be careful, let's go!"

However, what they didn't expect was that at the moment when they were just about to take off, they were already like divine soldiers descending from the sky, and several "flying shadows" dressed in black and blue iron armor were instantly gathered to surround them.

Those eyes condensed with iron and blood looked at them in a daze, a group of young people who were trying to break the rules.

"Please pay attention to the rules!" the squad leader of the eight "Flying Shadows" ordered towards the young juniors.

He didn't immediately use force to tie up these young people who didn't know the height of the sky, but saluted first and then soldiers, after all, today the Divine Sword Sect is the host, these people are all guests from afar, no matter what happens, they must salute first and then soldier.

These "flying shadows" are Ning Yiwu's right-hand men who are used to carry out security tasks, and they are not seen at all on weekdays, and they are only responsible for maintaining the order of the Divine Sword Sect during special periods.

Raising soldiers for a thousand days, using soldiers for a while, the impassioned precepts of the sect master last night were still recalling in their ears, their every move was related to the majesty of the Divine Sword Sect, for the majesty of the Divine Sword Sect, none of them dared to offend, because Ning Yiwu was their backstage.

These young men who had not dried up and were bold and reckless were already pale with fright by the eyes of these eight "flying shadows", and one of them had wet pants, and the horizontal flesh on his face twitched uncontrollably, and the courage just now turned into nothing in an instant.

They looked at those eyes that were as black as hell, and their hearts were terrified with fear.

Those eyes, who had not killed thousands or hundreds of martial cultivators, would never have had such hellish eyes.

These "Flying Shadows", who are responsible for maintaining order, their martial arts strength is above the swordsman realm, they are the stability and security of the Divine Sword Sect, and they are the pillars of optimus to maintain the order of the Divine Sword Sect.

The people of the "Central Street", whether male or female, all stopped at this moment, looking up at these extremely powerful "Flying Shadows" with their backs, because they all wanted to see what kind of strength and charm these "Flying Shadows" trained by Ning Yiwu had.

There must be reckless men under the might, and one of the five young men actually asked loudly in front of this captain: "Master, I don't want to walk, isn't your Divine Sword Sect a way to entertain guests? Then you should follow the temper of our guests!"

The captain of the squad in "Flying Shadow" is a native of the Divine Sword Sect, listening to him insult the Divine Sword Sect, how can he not be angry in his heart, he wanted to do it very much, but was stopped by another "Flying Shadow" next to him.

I only heard this "Flying Shadow" face his own squad leader and said: "This person is deliberately provocative, now so many people below are watching us, if the captain takes his life at this time, he must have fallen into his master's trick, the sect master told us last night that no bloodshed can break out under any circumstances, and I hope that the captain will endure a small amount of patience and take a great cause! These guests below are all looking at us, all our actions are related to the future of the Divine Sword Sect, and I hope the captain will think twice!"

"Captain Wang, think twice!" the other six agreed.

Only then did the team leader realize that he had almost fallen for the other party's method of agitation, and said in his heart: "This person is just an ant who has been used by people in the world, if I kill him because of personal anger, it will undoubtedly bring a bad impression to these outsiders in the central street, if the reputation of the Divine Sword Sect is ruined because of this incident, when the sect master enters the world in the future, it will definitely be blocked, how can I be worthy of the suzerain's nurturing and support! But letting go of this person will make my Divine Sword Sect lose face! Such a dilemma, how can this be good?"

"Then what do you think should be done with these people?" said the team leader, facing the other "Flying Shadow" to the side.

"I don't know!"

The squad leader sighed, and did not complain about his brother, and said loudly: "Then be imprisoned first!

At this moment, I saw a young man with a delicate face and an extraordinary temperament suddenly volleying in the air from the northwest.

It was the young sect master of the Divine Sword Sect, Ning Wuji.

It turned out that he had been in the central control room, and through the situation of the governor of the "Mechanical Sky Eye", he saw that there was a problem on this side at this moment, and immediately rushed here.

After all, this is the central street, and there are more people coming and going than several other streets, and how to deal with this matter is related to the face of the Divine Sword Sect, so he decided to leave the central control room and make a trip in person.

"Young Sect Master!" The eight "Flying Shadows" saw the Young Sect Master arrive, as if they had met a savior, their faces shone in an instant, and the previous bitterness had already been swept away.

Ning Wujian waved his hand at them, "I know everything, you guys have done a good job, leave it to me next!"

The eight "Flying Shadows" nodded, making way for Ning Wuji.

Ning Wujian walked straight towards the troublesome thorns in the air, but he didn't question these thorns for a word, but instead folded his hands and bowed to the crowd on the central street.

There were many young women in the crowd, seeing Ning Wuqian standing in the air, like a nine-day immortal, all of his eyes were colored, and his heart was beating extremely fast, if it weren't for Ning Wuqian who had already ordered the central control room to raise the atmospheric pressure here, so that these people could not easily vacate the air, I am afraid that he would have been surrounded by this group of women on the ground.