Chapter 33, The Elegant and Powerful Young City Lord
  The one who uttered arrogant words was a strong man.

He was eight feet tall, broad-shouldered and round-waisted, with a beard that covered half of his face. Others could only see his dark, evil eyes.

This person calls himself "your Linxian City", which means that he is not from Linxian City at all, but a foreign monk.

The so-called strong dragon can't overwhelm the local snake.

An outsider actually dared to comment and speak nonsense about the young city lord of Linxian City.

Is this to deceive them into having no one in Linxian City? !

The local monks who were sitting in the hall drinking tea and chatting suddenly became angry. They stood up one after another and stared at the strong man with unkind expressions.

The strong man is not weak at all.

He stood up quickly, his two-meter-tall body like a hill, full of oppression.

As the strong man smiled disdainfully, the majestic pressure belonging to the Great Perfection of the Golden Core rushed towards him.

"Uh!"

The group of monks who glared at the strong man, the ones with the highest level of cultivation were only at the early stage of the Golden Core.

The strong man suddenly released his pressure, and the group of people were immediately suppressed, their faces turned pale, and their whole bodies trembled slightly.

"Hmph, they are a bunch of weaklings, with the same bad virtues as your young city lord!"

The strong man snorted coldly, his face twitching, looking very fierce.

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  "Fellow Taoist Chengren, you must be merciful and merciful."

"Why don't you put down your power, sit down and enjoy your tea."

Just when the scene was tense and on the verge of breaking out, a clear male voice sounded like the sound of nature.

Like the cool breeze in a mountain stream or the wet moon on the seaside, it carries with it a sense of elegance and calmness.

The brawny man who was showing off was still looking for someone to talk to.

In the corner of the lobby, Song Zhi, who had put up a protective barrier to protect Zhao Muyang, a weak brother, had relied on his powerful spiritual consciousness to accurately locate the speaker.

He is in the private room on the fourth floor of Yue Tea House!
  Looking at the overall decoration on the fourth floor, the private room must be extremely expensive and respectable.

Because Song Zhi's powerful spiritual consciousness, which was comparable to that of Yuanying stage, could not penetrate the restrictions outside the private room.

This is a bit interesting.

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  "Hmph, I wonder who is hiding the truth?"

"It turns out to be Gong Wujun, the defeated general."

"Listen to the feeble voice of the Young City Master. Could it be that the Young City Master's Thunder Spirit Root has not been repaired properly? Hahahahahaha!"

The strong man called Taoist Fellow Chengren asked hypocritically, followed by a burst of triumphant laughter.

Ever since he released his pressure and suddenly launched an attack, the lobby on the first floor of Yue Tea House fell silent and fell into an eerie silence.

Almost everyone was staring at him and the independent golden private room on the fourth floor.

Everyone is thinking about the same question: Gong Wujun, the young city lord, has not appeared in eight years, and there has been no news about his advancement.

Could it be that, as the strong man said, it was the damage to the thunder spirit root that prevented him from advancing?
  If that is the case, then the distribution of power in Linxian City will probably be reshuffled.

At that moment, emotions called ambition and desire were fermenting in everyone's heart.

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  "Zhizhi, I, I'm a little uncomfortable..."

Zhao Muyang, who was shrouded in a protective barrier, reached out and grabbed the skirt of his chest, with a painful expression on his face.

Song Zhi frowned and glanced at the strong man. She turned her palm over and a fourth-grade Qingxin Pill with two pill lines appeared in her palm.

"It's the magic cultivator's special skill Tianyinhuo. It's a small problem. Brother, just take a Qingxin Pill and it will be fine."

In his last life, Song Zhi had been involved in the world of cultivation for more than a hundred years, and he could be regarded as a good man traveling all over the country.

I had not recognized the strong man’s identity before.

Now I see that all the monks in the hall have angry eyes, their breaths are unsteady, and their Taoist hearts are on the verge of collapse.

She then recognized the strong man's true identity.

This strong man is actually an evil demon cultivator from the border of the demon realm!

A voluntary sacrifice and a disgrace to the human race who is willing to become a lackey of the demon clan.

Unfortunately, not many people realize this.

Looking at the low-level monks in the lobby, his eyes gradually turned red and his temper began to show.

Song Zhi held the glazed sword tightly and sat calmly, not worried.

She may not know about other places in Linxian City.

But this Yue Tea House was something she had heard many times from Su Zhi's mouth in her previous life.    *
  The real owner of Yue Tea House, the first inn in Linxian City, is the young city lord of Linxian City, Gong Wujun.

And the current Gong Wujun is definitely not what Mo Xiu Chengren said, and his cultivation has fallen to the level of foundation building.

In his previous life, when Gong Wujun met Su Zhi, the heroine of the novel, he was already in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

If his cultivation level were not equal to that of Sword Master Fu Boshan.

In his previous life, Gong Wujun did not dare to forcefully marry Su Zhi.

However, Gong Wujun still underestimated Su Zhi's position in Fu Boshan's heart, and also underestimated the strength of Sword Master Fu Boshan.

In the end, Gong Wujun was picked off by Fu Boshan with one sword and one man, and the entire Linxian City also changed hands and fell into the hands of Hanyuan Sect.

It's pathetic.

Therefore, Gong Wujun, who is respected and powerful, is actually one of the destined love interests of the heroine Su Zhi.

It just doesn't end well.

Now the demonic cultivator openly entered the city and appeared at Yue Tea House, provoking Gong Wujun on the spot. As the young city lord of Linxian City, Gong Wujun could not remain indifferent.

With this idea in mind, Song Zhi sat in the corner with a completely free-spirited mentality.

She even had the leisure to search for Su Zhi everywhere, looking forward to witnessing the Shura field of Su Zhi, Gong Wujun, and Danxiu harem Wu Ziye.

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  "Xu Chengren, I am in a good mood today."

"I wanted to kindly let you go."

"It's a pity that you, with your pig brain, don't accept my love."

"In that case, you will stay in Linxian City and stay with me forever."

An elegant and melodious male voice sounded unhurriedly.

It was obviously a tit-for-tat relationship, but it was mentioned in his soft tone, but it was like whispering to a lover.

Song Zhi couldn't help but pick her ears, feeling that she seemed to hear something yandere.

At this moment, a long purple whip suddenly snaked out of the private room on the fourth floor.

The whip was as graceful as a dragon, and with a sharp stab, it accurately wrapped around Xu Chengren's body.

Xu Chengren's eyes widened in horror, and before he could make any movement to struggle, his mountain-like body suddenly shattered in front of everyone's eyes.

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  Breathe!
  From Gong Wujun's sudden attack, to Xu Chengren's death on the spot.

Just a breath of time.

Song Zhi: "..."

Everyone just woke up from a dream: "..."

Gong Wujun is so strong!
  "Young City Lord?! I recognize this voice."

"It was the Young City Master who saved us!"

"Young City Master is so awesome!"

"If I read it correctly, that purple whip just now was actually a bolt of lightning mixed with the power of thunder and punishment, right?"

Cheers and praises rang out from all directions, restoring Yue Tea House to its initial bustle.

However, the fourth floor was silent.

The young city lord, who was talked about by many monks, had no intention of coming forward to meet people.

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  "Junior sister, did you see the appearance of that long whip clearly just now?"

"I didn't see it clearly. I only knew that the fierce pressure was much stronger than the pressure of that demon cultivator."

"He defeated a Golden Core Perfection with one move. The real strength of this young city lord is probably at the early stage of Nascent Soul or above, right?"

Zhao Muyang, who witnessed a high-level monk's fight between slaps in the face and counter-slaps in the face, listened to the discussions among the monks around him while suppressing his voice and biting his ears with Song Zhi.

Song Zhi nodded vaguely, but a little doubt arose in his heart.

It’s weird.

The lightning strike spell just now was obviously very powerful.

But why could she, who was a perfect foundation-builder, and Zhao Muyang, who was on the second level of the foundation-builder, be able to accurately capture the traces of that attack spell?

It stands to reason that at the foundation-building stage, it is impossible to spy on and capture Nascent Soul's powerful attack methods.

unless……

Unless the person using this technique has just mastered this attack technique, so he is not that skillful and powerful!
  (End of this chapter)

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