There are also some mortal martial arts in the Jingyu River Basin, and this leader is the most famous green forest tycoon in this area, but this kind of mortal martial artist, where will it be placed in the hearts of Xiang Yang and others.

Looking at his arrogant appearance, Xiang Yang felt a little funny, and he also heard it, this seems to be a prince, a character who could only be heard from Mr. Storyteller more than ten years ago, but standing in front of him at this time, he felt like an ant, and he was completely different from his own existence.

As the so-called once he entered the fairy gate and did not love mortal dust, he couldn't help but sigh a little, and suddenly he had no interest in continuing to play any heroes to save beauty, so he wanted to use a small spell to teach him a lesson and leave, and suddenly saw the girl next to him, remembered his own order, and he was happy, so he simply shook his body, and rushed over, and knocked them all to the ground with three punches and two kicks.

His body is now completely inhuman, as fast as lightning, everyone only saw a phantom passing by, and the opposite side fell to the ground, although it only used a trace of strength, but where did those ordinary martial artists still get up, the worst thing was that the prince, who was directly kicked by him a few feet, smashed a crystal counter through his head, and fell there with his head bleeding and wailing.

Xiang Yang clapped his hands and said to the girl next to him with a smile: "Tong Tong, right? ”

"Lao Pan, Lao Chen, hurry up, don't let them run! Little Qiangzi! You call people quickly! Call the guards quickly!"

A prince was beaten, and the shopkeepers suddenly became anxious, turned around and ran out, and shouted loudly as soon as they came out of the door, and the big men at the door blocked the door, and a few small servants rushed towards the palace not far away.

Xiang Yang was a little absent-minded at this time, and he didn't care about them at all.

When this boy leaned over, he felt that something in his sea of consciousness suddenly trembled slightly, and he could see it with his spiritual sense, whether it was the source fire, the Hongmeng branch, or the climbing tree, it was nothing unusual, which made him a little puzzled.

He didn't move, Chu Xuan and the others naturally didn't care, let those guys go screaming, a small mortal realm, as long as it didn't make too much trouble, even if the king was slaughtered, what could it do? Not to mention that this place was still under the jurisdiction of the Floating Jade Sect, with Xiang Yang's identity now, coming here was equivalent to an existence like a prince.

Seeing that someone had gone to report the news, the shopkeepers relieved their hearts and stared at Xiang Yang and the others viciously, for fear that they would run away.

The big men outside just blocked the door and didn't move, this kid who shot and beat people seems to be very skilled, so let's wait for the guards to come.

They didn't think about these immortal cultivators, this is the territory of the Floating Jade Sect, and the sect is opened once every five years, and when the sect is not opened, there are generally no immortals going down the mountain.

However, there are a few monks in this embroidered mountain, they are all about to live in the Yuan, and there is no hope of promotion in the sect, so they come down the mountain to enjoy the blessings and wait for death, these immortal masters generally stay in the palace, worshiped by the royal family, and they are hugged when they go out on weekdays, and they put on a full show, and they will never be like Xiang Yang and a few of them.

After a while, a group of armored guards rushed over, but it was the prince who had an accident, and it was in the trading house near the palace, which also belonged to the patrol range of the guards, which was not small.

"Where did the madman come from, dare to make trouble in my Xiushan country, I don't know that there is an immortal master in the palace!"

The leader of the Praetorian Guard shouted loudly before he entered the door, this Xiushan country is a place where merchants from all walks of life gather, and there are many heroes who come and go on weekdays, and he has seen a lot of stunned young people who don't understand the rules, but listening to the introduction of that little guy, it seems that some martial arts masters are coming, and these guards are actually silver-like pewter spear heads, and those martial arts people who lick blood from the knife edge can't be compared, and they can only take the immortal master in the palace to suppress the formation first.

Xiang Yang was still exploring his own sea of consciousness with a trace of spiritual sense, and he didn't have time to pay attention to them, Zeng Qiu glanced at him, and sneered directly: "Immortal master is in charge, why don't you pull out those immortal masters to take a look?"

The commander was furious and shouted, "Bold fanatics! Dare to speak out to the immortal master! Come, arrest these fanatics!"

In Xiushan country, the status of the immortal master is a little more noble than the king, you walk on the street, scold the king a few words, and be heard to pull a few whips at most, and at most punish a hard labor, but you scold the immortal master, that is a capital crime. Hearing what Zeng Qiu said, and others watching, even if the commander felt that these few on the other side were not easy to deal with, he still shouted at the sergeants around him, and he wanted to make a move.

Xiang Yang didn't take it seriously, and in the hall, those entourages had also climbed up at this time, the prince covered his head, wiped the blood on his face with the mouth of his robe, and pointed at Xiang Yang viciously and said: "Little rabbit cub, insult the immortal master, this time I will see how you die!"

"Noise!" As soon as his little rabbit cub came out, Xiang Yang was still motionless, but Chu Xuan couldn't help it, and with a direct wave of his hand, a strong wind swept by, and with a soft snap, the prince flew out again, and the wind blades blew by, directly shaving his hair, and on his scalp, blood marks were dense all over the horizontal, and the blood covered his entire face.

As soon as his hand lit up, the commander of the Praetorian Guard, who was about to rush in with people, suddenly stopped directly at the door as if he had been immobilized, and was hit by the sergeant behind him, and a heel fight was planted, and he jumped on the ground with his hands dancing, as if he was giving Xiang Yang a big salute to them.

When he straightened his helmet and stood up, he was already shaking like a quail that was about to freeze to death, although he didn't have any skills, but he had seen those immortal methods when he walked around the palace on weekdays, and this was almost the same...

Who did the prince provoke?, and he shuddered, "You... Who are you, in ... Qi Chengguang, the deputy commander of the Janissary Guard of the Xiaxiu Mountain Kingdom, met with the Lord, and hoped that the Lordship would report his name, so that I could pass through the King and the Queen. ”

Chu Xuan glared at him angrily, and when he wanted to speak, his mind moved slightly, and when he looked up, he saw that the palace gate not far away was wide open, and the guard of honor had not yet been arranged, and a middle-aged man in a golden dragon robe rushed out in a hurry, and as soon as he arrived at the door of the trading house, the middle-aged man hurriedly bowed and saluted: "A few immortal masters are coming, Xiao Wang is late to take over, forgive your sins!" The hidden master is in the palace, you might as well move a few steps, so that Xiao Wang can entertain you!"

"Father... Immortal Master... The prince who was covered in blood had just been lifted up by his entourage, and when he heard these words, he rolled his eyes and fell straight down.

After a while, another figure swept out of the palace gate, just swayed, and then came to the front, but it was Zheng Shangyin, at this time he was wearing a slightly messy robe, and looked at Xiang Yang with an embarrassed face: "Uncle Xiang, this matter is troublesome... ”

Xiang Yang is now arguing with Zheng Boxi's peers, and Zheng Shangyin has already changed his words, and as soon as his uncle screamed, the middle-aged man's head was almost low to the crotch of his pants. . .