I, signed in Wannian, was exposed by the beautiful apprentice

Chapter 1915 City Lord Su Heng
The reason why I left decisively.

It is also because the monster race is relatively simple-minded, and has always believed in the strong being respected.

This Ye Yun could pierce his iron fist with just one finger, one can imagine how terrifying the opponent's physical body is, if Niu Huntian continues to fight against the opponent without understanding, he may be seriously injured.

——In turn affecting the Daozi Contest.

"Good guy, isn't the physical body of this Ninth Grade Sword Sect kid too terrifying?"

On that high tower, the old man in plain clothes and the middle-aged man looked at each other, and they both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

What kind of physique is this?
It's so scary?

"Fortunately, this son's cultivation base is still low. If he reaches the ninth floor of the Immortal Venerable Realm, this physical body may be invincible!"

The old man in plain clothes praised.

"Yes."

The middle-aged man also nodded, and then sighed: "It's a pity that the realm is a bit low. I can't resist those top evildoers holding magical blades or using powerful magical powers..."

"Indeed, so the Shifang Sin Sword still has no fate with him."

The old man in plain clothes said silently.

In Shifang City, Ye Yun injured Niu Huntian with one finger, shocking countless people.

The people watching around were dumbfounded at this moment.

However, the young man who fought against Ye Yun in Qiyouhai showed excitement on his face.

"Although I thought Ye Yun would win, I didn't expect it to be so easy. It seems that within the Seven Nether Seas, he still showed mercy to us..."

The young man thought secretly, looking at Ye Yun, he felt grateful.

"Hehe, Junior Brother Ye's physical body is really unbelievably strong!"

Baguio looked at Ye Yun, his beautiful eyes were full of splendor.

In her opinion, this physical strength has reached the level of the Immortal King.

"This person is so strong!"

At the window on the third floor of a restaurant far away from the battle site, a burly young man in black with a gloomy face watched what happened on the street, and his face became even more stern.

He drank the wine in his glass.

"Shidongtian has also sent a descendant, and the Ninth Grade Sword Sect has also emerged such a dark horse. It seems that this time the Shifang Sin Sword is not easy to handle..."

The young man in black murmured.

Although he was a little worried, the young man in black had a firm gaze, and he was sure to win the Shifang Sin Sword.

……

call!
Just as Niu Huntian was about to turn around and leave, suddenly a figure fell from mid-air, and the lightning shot out and grabbed him.

"Huntian, that kid hurt you, and it will affect your next game!"

A burly old man with copper complexion stood on the street, his eyes were like lightning, and he said in a deep voice.

"Uncle Nine..."

As soon as he saw the burly old man, Niu Huntian immediately showed a happy smile on his face.

At this critical moment, his guardian finally appeared.

His ninth uncle, Niu Changyuan, is a strong man at the third level of the Immortal King Realm.

"You don't need to talk, I will seek justice for you!"

Niu Changyuan waved his hand sternly, and walked towards Ye Yun.

Although he can't kill people in Shifang City, he can teach this kid from Ninth Rank Sword Sect a good lesson.

"Niu Changyuan!"

A low shout came from midair, and then a figure landed on the street, blocking Niu Changyuan.

The person who came was the middle-aged man on the tower.

This person's cultivation has reached the fifth level of the Immortal King Realm, far better than Niu Changyuan.

"See the city lord!"

When Niu Changyuan saw this person, his expression changed drastically, and he clasped his fists together.

The middle-aged man in front of him is Su Heng, the lord of Shifang City.

"The two juniors competed with each other and suffered minor injuries. Why do you make such a fuss?"

Su Heng asked lightly.

"Chang Yuan is reckless, I hope the city lord will not blame..."

Niu Changyuan sighed.

Now that the city lord has come forward to stop him, he has no chance to attack Ye Yun within the Ten Fang City.

"Go!"

Su Heng waved his hand and unceremoniously drove Niu Changyuan away.

Seeing this scene, Niu Huntian felt helpless, and led his subordinates to leave in despair.

Although the hand was injured, the injury was not serious, and it was cured quickly with some good panacea.

It will not affect his next Zhongzhou Daozi Competition.

Su Heng turned around, took a quiet look at Ye Yun, and then disappeared in a flash.

Although Ye Yun is physically strong, the Ninth Rank Sword Sect is not strong, so in Su Heng's eyes, Ye Yun only has great potential and is not the favorite to win the Zhongzhou Taoist Competition.

"Everyone, don't watch the excitement, let's go."

Ye Yun clapped his hands lightly, smiled at everyone, then turned around and walked back.

The others scattered.

In fact, now that the geniuses in Shifang City gather together, it is inevitable that there will be various small frictions, so all kinds of competitions can be found everywhere in Shifang City, and many people are used to it.

So after watching the excitement, everyone dispersed.

"Senior Brother Ye, you are really too strong."

Jiang Xueyi looked at Ye Yun and said with a very excited expression.

"well enough."

Ye Yun smiled lightly.

If it weren't for the expansion of Dao Xin, according to his previous temper, this Niu Changyuan would have died long ago.

Now Ye Yun's mentality is very good, and he is not as bloodthirsty as before.

The four talked and laughed, and continued walking on the street. After an hour, they came to a registration place.

"Ninth Grade Sword Sect, a total of three people will participate in the Zhongzhou Taoist Competition..."

Qiao Yuanshan walked to the table and said to a staff member.

"Name, cultivation..."

The staff member didn't raise his head, holding a pen in his hand, and asked indifferently.

The Ninth Grade Sword Sect is just a middle-class sect, and in his heart, the weight is extremely light, so he didn't take it seriously.

"Qiao Yuanshan, the ninth floor of the Immortal Venerable Realm."

"Baguio, the eighth floor of Immortal Venerable Realm."

"Ye Yun, the second floor of Immortal Venerable Realm."

Qiao Yuanshan told the names and cultivation realms of the three of them one by one.

"The second floor of Immortal Venerable Realm?"

The staff member raised his head, looked at the three of them in shock, and frowned, "What are you doing with the Ninth Grade Sword Sect? Why did you let a guy from the second floor of the Immortal Venerable Realm come to participate in the Zhongzhou Taoist Competition?"

No matter how good-tempered Qiao Yuanshan was, when he heard these words, he immediately became unhappy. He clasped his fists and retorted angrily: "This fellow Taoist, although Junior Brother Ye is only on the second floor of the Immortal Venerable Realm, he is my ninth grader." The first Taoist of Pinjianzong, among the many Taoists, his strength is naturally ranked first!"

"is it?"

The staff grinned with a half-hearted smile, still finding this a bit unbelievable.

On the second floor of the Immortal Venerable Realm, no matter how strong it is, how strong can it be?

"You are a small staff member, do you have a pair of dog eyes on your head, and you look down on others so much!"

A cold voice came from a distance, before the voice disappeared, several figures had already approached.

hum...

Wisps of the Immortal King's icy breath rolled towards the surrounding suppression, making many people shudder.

"It's from the Ice and Snow Palace!"

Some people have sharp eyes and can see the identity of the comer at a glance.

Although the Ice and Snow Palace is not considered top-notch in the entire Central Province, it is still at the upper-class level.

There were a total of ten fairy kings who came.

Among the ten immortal kings, there was an icy beauty at the first level of the Immortal Venerable Realm, standing in the center like stars holding the moon.

"Couldn't this be the saint from the Ice and Snow Palace?"

Seeing such a posture, the staff member shuddered, and his nervous heart was about to jump out of his chest.

Under the oppressive atmosphere of the Immortal King Realm, Jiang Xueyi had difficulty breathing, and a dazed look appeared on her face.

Who is this beautiful woman with a cold temperament, whose status is so noble that there are ten strong immortal kings to guard her?

(End of this chapter)