Three knee lifts with blood qi, the bones in Zhou Ban's chest were absolutely shattered, but although he was in pain, his head was intact and could not die immediately.

"Stop! Nobleman, stop! You win!" The deacon hurriedly shouted, and Mingxin also felt that Zhou Ban was almost half dead, so he took advantage of the situation to let go of Zhou Ban.

"Gross... Burst... Poof..."Zhou Ban, who was paralyzed on the ground, kept bleeding blood mixed with internal organs from his mouth, and his eyes slowly hollowed out.

The deacon hurriedly came up to check Zhou Ban's injury, but saw that Zhou Ban's pupils kept rolling up, and seeing that he was hopeless, he sighed and shook his head, and came to Mingxin after putting down Zhou Ban with a smile on his face.

"The noble man is really skilled! He killed Martial Master Zhou in just two strokes, and my City Lord's Mansion has picked up a treasure today!" The deacon did not blame Mingxin, but praised him.

"I missed it for a while, I didn't expect Martial Master Zhou to be so weak, and he died like this in two hits, and I hope the deacon won't be surprised. Mingxin said in a ashamed tone.

"Hahaha! It's okay, it's just a low-level little martial artist, let's go, I'll take you to meet the city lord, and let the city lord assign you some responsibilities, okay?"

"Thank you, Deacon. ”

The deacon and Mingxin talked with a smile and left, leaving Zhou Ban's dead body, and after a while, two subordinates carried Zhou Ban away with a disgusted face.

The blood on the ground was naturally black and dry, and it exuded a foul smell, and the two subordinates were disgusted because of this stench.

No one cares about Zhou Ban's death, even if it is a lower subordinate, no one cares, at most they pity him for a few words, but no one makes the decision for him. Weakness is in itself the original sin.

Mingxin could easily find that after he killed Zhou Ban in seconds, the deacon's compliments to himself changed from hypocrisy to sincerity, and now the smile on his face is no longer false!

Zhou Ban can only be called a third-rate master, and the person who can kill a third-rate master in seconds is at least a top second-rate master, and the top second-rate feeling is no longer something that a deacon can easily offend.

How can you say that strength is respected, strength is everything!

At this time, it was the end of the day, it was the time for the afternoon nap, Zhou Ban was also sleeping, and this deacon said that he would take Mingxin to see the city lord, could it be that he would wake up the city lord?

It turned out that Mingxin had thought too much, and the deacon took Mingxin to the door of a room, knocked on the door, and said, "Is the lord of the city here? ”

"Come in. There was a deep, slightly tired voice from the room.

Then the deacon gently pushed the door open and entered the room with Mingxin.

At this time, Mingxin realized that the city lord was not sleeping at all, but reading in this study!

The city lord is a dignified middle-aged man, wearing a big purple python robe to prove his noble status, and he is sitting on a mahogany desk reading silently at the moment, accompanied by two old men in strong suits with white beards and hair.

Although these two old men are old, their eyes are extremely sharp, as if they can penetrate people's hearts, so that ordinary people dare not look at them directly!

As soon as Mingxin and the two entered the door, these two looked at him all the time, Mingxin knew that this deacon dared to bring him directly to see the city lord without fear of his attack, relying on these two old men!

These two old men are definitely first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, even if they are one of them in their previous life, they dare not say that they will win!

It's a pity that the current Mingxin is not weaker than in the previous life, and there is also blood and qi in the body, and the blood and qi of this cultivator can be more than one level higher than the internal strength of people in the martial arts.

"City Lord, this red-clothed brother is a master in the rivers and lakes, because he was tired of the martial arts battle and withdrew from the rivers and lakes and came to my city lord's mansion to make a living, he just fought with Zhou Ban, but Zhou Ban was killed by him in seconds!"

The deacon bent over and introduced Mingxin with a flattering face, and after he finished speaking, the city lord raised his head and glanced at Mingxin casually, and said lazily, "What's your name?"

"There is no name under it. Mingxin said.

"Oh, no name?" The city lord came to his senses, looked up and down Mingxin with strange eyes, and said with a smile: "You are from the rivers and lakes, how can you kill Zhou Ban in seconds, you should be a little famous, and you don't have a name?"

Mingxin shook his head and said, "No." ”

The city lord became more interested, turned his head to look at the old man on the left, the old man understood, snorted coldly and walked towards Mingxin, and the deacon hurriedly stepped aside to make way for him.

The old man walked up to Mingxin and sneered: "The old man has been in the rivers and lakes for decades, and he is known as a thousand machines, and there is nothing in the rivers and lakes within a radius of hundreds of miles that I don't know, why have I never heard of such a number one person as you in the rivers and lakes?"

After speaking, the old man's body was full of momentum, and the atmosphere in the study suddenly became heavy and depressed, and at the same time, the old man had a strong killing intent for Mingxin!

At this moment, whether it was another old man, the city lord, or the deacon, they were all staring at Mingxin tightly, waiting for his reply.

If Mingxin's answer is not satisfactory to the old man or the city lord, the old man will not say that he will kill him, at least he must subdue him first!

"You think you know everything, that's because you can only know so much with your ability, and if someone more capable than you doesn't want you to know, how can you know?" Mingxin looked directly at the old man, replied indifferently, and his tone was calm and could not hear the slightest fluctuation.

But the old man was not calm, his sharp eyes narrowed, and he said, "Do you mean, are you better than me? Listening to your voice, you seem to be less than thirty years old, right? Who gave you the courage?"

The murderous intent in the old man's tone was already extremely obvious, but Mingxin was still unmoved, and said calmly: "Who gave me the courage?" Of course, it's Liang Jingru. ”

"Liang Jingru, who is this?" the old man wondered.

Mortals couldn't notice it, Mingxin had condensed all his blood and qi on his right fist at this moment, and said softly: "It's your uncle!"

Then, in the old man's angry eyes, the right fist that had already been ready to attack burst out, and with the bonus of blood, the fast fist speed was not something that mortals could resist at all!

Boom!

With just one punch, the old man, known as the Thousand Machines, was directly shot in the head, and then before the others could react, another whip leg directly broke the neck of the deacon on the side.

This sudden change made the city lord and the remaining old man shocked, and the old man stood in front of the city lord with tears in his eyes, and shouted in a low voice: "Who are you, why did you come to assassinate the city lord?"

Mingxin took off his mask, put his index finger to his lips, and said, "Shh~" and said: "Be quiet, don't be heard, otherwise I will really listen to your words and kill the city lord." ”