After the envoy finished speaking, he turned his head to the crowd of onlookers around him: "Today's matter, the Holy City will definitely give everyone a satisfactory explanation.

After speaking, he glanced at the three of them and turned around to go outside, Ling Yifan frowned, and snorted secretly in his heart, "See the city lord?"

Then without saying a word, he walked out behind the patrol envoy, and when the third prince saw this, he sighed in his heart, he was not very proud of his son on weekdays. Now that there is such a big commotion, I am afraid that I will inevitably be reprimanded, but fortunately, it is just a reprimand, after all, he is his son, and he can't really do anything to himself.

Thinking of this, Zhu Sangongzi snorted coldly in his heart, and followed out indifferently, at this time, the most depressed person belonged to the shopkeeper, and his slightly chubby face was full of helplessness and cold sweat that kept oozing.

After a few moments, the three of them left the inn with the envoy and flew in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion. Seeing a few people leaving, the onlookers suddenly exploded, talking about what happened just now, especially Ling Yifan.

And through Guò Chuanyin Yujian informed his friend of the news, but after a while, the matter about Ling Yifan and Zhu Sangongzi spread. This spread ten, ten spread hundreds, and most of the people in Beicheng learned of this explosive news.

At this time, in the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, a well-dressed and dignified middle-aged man sat upright on the main hall, his momentum was like a mountain, and his eyes were like torches.

There was a deacon disciple standing at the head of His Royal Highness, and he only listened to his respectful words: "City Lord, the steward in charge of registration today just sent a message to the disciple, saying that there is a disciple who has signed up for a somewhat different cultivation!"

The middle-aged man sitting at the top of the main hall raised his eyebrows and said, "How is it different?"

The disciple replied: "Back to the city lord, the news says that the person is a ninth-order cultivator, named Ling Yifan, and his cultivation has only been ten years. ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, he said to himself in his heart: "It's not surprising that the ninth order of Yuanying is not surprising, and it has only been ten years of cultivation? If it is a disciple of a great sect, it is not impossible to rely on heaven and earth treasures, but Ling Yifan seems to have heard the name where he has heard it!"

Then he asked, "Which sect is that Ling Yifan a disciple of?" It's just that ten years is a lot of time, but is there anything else?"

His Highness's disciple said: "It is said that he is a disciple of the Ethereal Sect, and the others don't seem to be anything special, and they are not mentioned in the information." Maybe it's because his cultivation speed is too fast, so he made a special announcement, right?"

The middle-aged man nodded and said to himself: "This cultivation speed is indeed amazing, even the descendants of those old guys in the sect are only like this, and the Ethereal Sect has not heard of it." Isn't he from one of those big sects?"

Immediately, the middle-aged man instructed the disciple, "Okay, it's okay, you can go down." ”

The disciple agreed and respectfully retreated, and at this time, only the middle-aged man himself was left in the spacious and bright hall, and he saw his brows furrowed slightly. For the Ling Yifan mentioned just now, I always felt that I had heard it somewhere, but I really couldn't remember it for a while.

Each of the four attached cities is very concerned about the monks who have signed up in their own area, and the thousand-sect competition once in a hundred years will attract many monks to participate. At the end, the contestants will be evenly distributed to the four cities according to the total number of applicants, and then the four cities will be eliminated. Each will take 100 people to enter the main city to compete, and then select the last 100 places to enter the holy city.

If the participating disciples of any city enter the top ten, or even the top three, they will be rewarded by the main city for a different journey, which can be regarded as a once-in-a-century benefit of the Holy City.

Of course, when the game is not in the final stage, no one knows who will be in the top 10 or even the top 3, and these are all random dependencies on strength and luck.

However, the city lords of each city are still very enthusiastic about the disciples who have signed up in their own areas, and those disciples of the more famous major sects are generally the ones who are most likely to achieve good results. And those big sects will generally make friends with a certain city lord of the four attached cities, and take the initiative to sign up in this area.

And a big sect that is good friends with the city lord of Beicheng has not arrived for a long time, and this middle-aged man can't help frowning secretly in his heart, he has always been the weakest in Beicheng. Every time the disciples of the Thousand Sects who came out of their own area were at the bottom.

This person has the heart of comparison, and he is naturally uncomfortable in his heart when he is always like this, the key is that after a long time, it has caused a vicious circle. The weaker you are here, the less self-heating there will be for those who really have the strength to sign up, although in the end it will be evenly distributed according to the number of people. But those who have come over are insignificant weaklings.

In fact, those disciples who finally entered the Holy City didn't matter which city they were selected from in the end, but the reward system of the Holy City made those attached cities who did not receive benefits feel very shameless. This kind of reward in the Holy City is actually just a kind of entertainment, but it has evolved a little bit in private over time, and it has faintly become a kind of comparison.

Now there are a lot of people who have signed up in this northern city, but there are really few who are really powerful, just when the middle-aged man was secretly frowning, his heart suddenly moved, and he saw one of his inspectors walking in.

The middle-aged man's heart couldn't help jumping, "Why did this patrol envoy come here? Could it be that something happened in the city? This patrol envoy rarely comes here in person, and even if there is something, he is still passing on the sound and jade Jane, and he can't help but secretly say something bad." ”

The patrol envoy walked into the hall in a few steps, his expression was quite embarrassed, the middle-aged man saw this, his expression was solemn, and his momentum suddenly moved, and the calm hall suddenly had a depressing atmosphere, and the air seemed to be frozen.

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "Is there something going on in the city?"

The patrol envoy secretly wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and replied respectfully: "Returning to the city lord, it's not a big deal, it's just that the characters involved in this matter are a little special, and it's not easy for subordinates to make decisions on their own!"

The middle-aged man frowned, and the momentum on his body unconsciously became a little more aggressive, and the patrol envoy standing under the main hall couldn't help but feel a burst of pressure.

I only heard the middle-aged man say in a deep voice: "What kind of special person? What is it difficult to decide, no matter who it is, just follow the rules!" As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Suddenly, he glanced at His Highness's envoy and said uncertainly: "Could it be..."

I saw that the patrol envoy Dahan hurriedly wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, nodded and said, "It's the third son!"

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face suddenly turned ugly, and he slapped the table in front of him with a snap, and said angrily: "It's this uncompetitive again, I have long told him to restrain a little in the past few days, and it seems that the discipline of him is too loose." ”

Then he said to His Highness's envoy: "What is going on, tell me quickly!"

The envoy pondered for a moment and replied: "Back to the city lord, according to the understanding below, in fact, the matter is not complicated, but the third prince seems to have offended a young man, and the other party was provoked by the son, and the two later clashed, and finally started to move. ”

The middle-aged man listened silently to the envoy's report, and after the envoy said that the city lord did not squeak, he secretly said in his heart, and said busily: "Actually, this matter is very easy to handle, and the young man will be punished according to the rules.

It's just that this happened in broad daylight, with a large number of onlookers, and now it's a thousand sects, I'm afraid that the incident just now has spread. If it is not handled properly, I am afraid that it will be bad for the reputation of the city lord, so my subordinates dare not make decisions on their own!"

The middle-aged man frowned secretly when he heard this, although that beast was not angry, but after all, it was his son, and this person was all short-sighted. If it's usually not too big, just turn a blind eye and forget it, and now it's true that as the patrol envoy said, if this matter is not handled well, it will indeed have an impact.

His city was already weak, and now the rebel son poked such a basket out of him at this critical time. Although his rebel son usually doesn't follow the rules very well, he is still measured and won't cause any big turmoil, why is there such a big disturbance this time?

The middle-aged man couldn't help but wonder in his heart, and said to His Highness's envoy: "How did that young man get injured by Gongzi, is his life in danger?"

The patrol envoy was stunned for a moment, and said a little unnaturally: "Then, the young man didn't suffer any injuries, but, just..."

The middle-aged man said with some dissatisfaction: "It's just what, it's all about it, is there something else in it?"

His Royal Highness's patrol envoy swallowed his saliva, and said stiffly: "It's just that the son's hand was cut off by the other party, and it was the other party's subordinates who showed mercy!" (To be continued.) )