The Emerald Tower

Outside the city lord's mansion, the killing sound became more and more low, facing Dean's sudden split into two, and the mansion soldiers equipped with strong bows and crossbows, the killer of Tianyi Tower fought and retreated.

In the city lord's mansion, everyone held their breath and looked at Dean, who was calm and relaxed.

Under his white clothes, Dean, who held a sword in one hand and an umbrella in one hand, walked slowly into the shed where everyone was gathered.

Although this is a temporary shed, the people who built it are obviously careful. Not only can it keep out the wind and rain, but it also has more than a dozen chairs.

"Moon in the water?!"

An uncertain voice sounded.

A young man with a handsome face, his brows straight in his bun, and his bright eyes stood up from his seat and stared at Dean closely.

And the people around are thoughtful.

Everyone present had heard of Shuiyue swordsmanship.

In fact, the deepest type of Shuiyue swordsmanship, "Shuiyue", was very famous in Xia Yuancheng that year, but it was gradually forgotten by the people following the accidental disappearance of the master of Shuiyue.

Even with the passage of time, some people just think that this is the mystery of the Shuiyue Sword Hall and put gold on their faces.

The "moon in the water" simply does not exist.

"Sure enough, it's the magic sword technique, it's just a trick!"

A voice sounded again, containing disdain.

The same person who ridiculed before was the same person sitting in the center of the greenhouse, with sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks and towering cheekbones. At first glance, he was a sharp and mean person.

The wrinkles on the face show that the other party is no longer young.

"Illusory swordsmanship?"

The handsome young man turned his head to look at the half-old man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek, a deep sense of contempt in his eyes.

"Crack Eagle, what do you think differently?"

The half-old man with sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks faced the young man's contempt. Suddenly shouted angrily.

"Of course there is! But before that, I finally understand why you can't be'extraordinarily sanctified' from your mature age to the end of your life! Because... if you let a fellow like you step into the'Holy' level, It's a mockery of all the'Holy' ranks in the world!"

The young man had a deliberate meal. Then, he said directly.

"you!"

The half-old man with the sharp-mouthed monkey cheek jumped up from the chair, raised his arm, and pointed at the young man with a trembling index finger.

"Heh, Mr. Fei, don't get angry. Some young people were in the previous competition. They were scared before they even had a sword. Now they are just licking the ditch for others!"

A middle-aged man dressed in Confucian clothes, who seemed to be elegant, but filthy, stood up and patted the arm of the half-old man with a pointed mouth monkey cheek.

"Yes. Just lick the ditch! Hahaha..."

A burst of laughter came from the mouth of a man with a short stature.

"It's good to lick the ditch! What a wonderful lick!"

On the side, the figure is ordinary, but the fierce face is joined by triangular eyes.

Cang!

The long sword slowly unsheathed, like a dragon yin, with a cold light flashing, pointing directly at the sarcasm at the scene.

"A group of shameless guys who are old and not dead are thieves, and only their mouths are left. I don't know how much of the skill is still under their hands?"

The young man pointed at the four. Asked coldly.

"You come up and try, don't you know?"

The middle-aged man in Confucian clothing smiled.

"Yeah, just try it!"

The viciously triangular eyes moved his lower body as he spoke. He made an extremely slanderous action that a man knew.

Suddenly, the remaining three people around all laughed maliciously.

The remaining few bystanders are nothing to do with the appearance of hanging up high.

Only the drunk swordsman stood up swayingly, holding the wine jar and standing beside the young man.

"Drunk Swordsman. When did you and Split Eagle get better? Is this Liangzi going to knot together?"

Looking at the shaky drunk, the middle-aged man in Confucian clothes frowned unconsciously.

Compared to. The young man in front of him, the so-called crack eagle in the hands of the three young masters of Xia Yuancheng. This drunkard was the last thing he didn't want to provoke, and he was more jealous than chasing his life.

"Liangzi? How can there be any Liangzi? It's just a group of old people who are not dead for thieves! The cracking eagle and the cracking eagle, I beat mine, although they are all bastards, they are still different in essence. ——Because I played harder, you will hurt more!"

The drunk took a sip of wine and looked at the four people in front of him with a puzzled look.

However, those words can kill the popularity.

At least, the half-old man with the sharp-mouthed monkey gills was already trembling.

"Drunk Swordsman, Split Eagle, good, good, let the old man teach you a lesson, let you know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is!"

The half-old man with the sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks roared out and rushed to the drunk and the young man.

"You have to teach the two of us? Do you value yourself too much?"

The drunk didn't even look at the attacking enemy, and staggered towards the remaining three people on the opposite side.

"Go to hell!"

The half-old man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks hands into claws, and with a strong wind, he grabbed the drunk’s facial features, and with a squeak, his fingertips suddenly jumped out of his half-foot-long nails, with a hint of cold light, scratching him. It must be skin and flesh, let alone a place like the face, if you are touched a bit, it is mostly disfigured.

However, the drunkard seemed to be an unknown prophet. After swaying his body for a while, he appeared behind the half-old man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek, and hit his back with his shoulder.

boom!

Suddenly, the half-old man with the sharp-billed monkey cheeks staggered towards the ready-to-go split eagle.

However, Cracking Eagle frowned when he looked at the opponent who rushed forward.

Subconsciously, he moved his steps and stepped aside.

For such an under-prepared opponent, Split Eagle disdain to make a shot.

But this is only the thoughts of the cracked eagle, not the half-old man with the sharp-billed monkey cheeks.

Although he was staggering, the half-old man with the sharp-billed monkey cheeks still did not forget to hand out his paws when passing by the cracked eagle.

Whoosh!

With a strong wind. The claws capable of crushing bricks and stones were grabbed towards the kidneys of the cracked eagle's waist.

Feeling the strong wind that hits, the cracked eagle narrowed his eyes and flashed murderously.

He doesn't bother to fight against poorly prepared opponents, but it doesn't mean he will let go of those who take the initiative to kill him

Hum!

The long sword in Crack Eagle's hand trembled for a while. The next moment, in this big shed, brought a sword energy.

puff!

The half-old man with the sharp-mouthed monkey gills separated his head, and after two steps uncontrollably, he fell to the ground.

The battle for the drunkard has come to an end.

A middle-aged man in a Confucian costume was knocked to the ground by the drunkard.

Five short men. He was kicked in the waist by the drunkard, and fell on the middle-aged man wearing Confucian clothes.

As for the fiercely triangular eyes, it was the worst.

After seeing the two companions fall to the ground, this one turned around and ran.

But he was slapped back by the drunkard. Then, when he returned his hand, he slapped the opponent dizzy with a slap in the face. Finally, after a loud bang on the forehead, the opponent seemed to be drunk and staggered and fell onto the two companions.

"Haha, since we are here together, of course we have to go together, this is the hardest brother!"

With a long laugh. The drunk suddenly kicked the bottom middle-aged scholar.

Suddenly, three men who looked like arhats flew straight out of the shed. With an arc, he descended towards the city lord's mansion.

"solved!"

The drunk clapped his hands, then looked at Dean, who was standing on the side and never moved a step from beginning to end, and smiled and said, "Drinking?"

"Don't drink!"

Dean shook his head simply.

"The strength is good. The people are also good, but they are not neat enough!"

The drunk also shook his head. Carrying the wine jar, walked towards the cracked eagle.

"I don't drink either!"

Take out a piece of white silk and wipe the split eagle with the long sword. Said very simply.

"The same is not neat!"

The drunk pursed his mouth and shook his head again.

Then, he returned to his seat and drank himself.

Immediately, under this shed, apart from the sound of the drunkard drinking, there was no other sound.

Even the cracking eagle, who was the first to ask questions before, closed his eyes and meditated quietly after returning the sword to its sheath.

The rest of the people, as before, did not move.

As for the corpse?

The soldiers in the city lord's mansion quickly carried it away and sprinkled it with powder to quickly dispel the **** smell.

Obviously it is not the first time to do that kind of proficient action.

The indifference of people around shows that they are used to it.

However, none of this caught Dean's attention.

Dean has seen too many cases of this kind of inconsistent killing with a sword.

Whether it is in Jade, Gaosai, Xiti, or White Night.

People with strength will always have a privilege.

Including the killing of others!

Weakness is the original sin, and in Dean's world, this is definitely not a joke.

It's like the person who is hiding in the dark, exuding a unique atmosphere.

The other party is silently observing here, watching everything happening here.

Dean didn’t directly search for the other’s existence, but the other’s aura was too obvious—

He has also experienced the state where he just chose his own ‘path’ but cannot hide it.

Therefore, the status of the strong at this stage is very clear.

"It takes time to consolidate, do you need more people to help you delay time?"

Dean guessed in his heart.

It is not difficult to guess based on the so-called ‘meteor from heaven~www.readwn.com~.

And soon, what happened next confirmed Dean's guess.

Squeak!

In the sound of the door shaft, the door of the inner hall of the city lord mansion in the distance was pushed open.

A man with a slightly gray beard but with a graceful appearance came out, smiling before speaking, and gestured at the crowd under the shed: "In the Lower City Lord's Mansion, the scholar Jinluo, on behalf of the Lord of the City, will receive you all!"

While talking, Jin Luo turned sideways and made a please gesture.

However, none of the people present took immediate action.

"Hey, where is our Lord City Lord? Why is he not here?"

The drunk asked everyone's questions.

ps first update~ (to be continued)

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