Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

Ning Xiyuan put the teacup he had picked up down again, slumped back in his chair, and leisurely looked at the middle-aged man who claimed to be the Lord of Zhenhun City.

By the way, he stopped Long Yao who was about to draw his sword.

"Soul-Calming City Lord?"

"No one in this world has ever seen the Lord of Soul-Suppressing City. How do you prove it?"

Han Pingle, who had been looking sullen for a long time, woke up as if from a dream and turned his gaze to Pei Sheng.

The corners of his mouth curled up when he spoke, but quickly retracted them.

The expression on his face seemed much stiffer.

In fact, the moment Pei Sheng finished speaking, he had already attracted everyone's attention.

The position of City Lord of Zhenhun City has been vacant for more than a thousand years, and only recently have rumors spread that the City Lord will return to the position.

You see me so soon?

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Pei Sheng sneered, and his eagle-like sharp eyes suddenly stared at Han Pingle, full of chillness.

"I am the city lord, no proof is needed."

Pei Sheng's voice was deep and full of powerful pressure, which made people's eardrums tremble.

Like the king of beasts in the jungle, he is majestic without even getting angry.

"If you don't prove it, then you are still a nobody."

Ning Xiyuan took the peeled fruit handed to him by Qin Chen and commented casually.

Long Yao: “…”

Long Yao took a deep breath, rolled his eyes, and closed his eyes to rest.

Are all kinds of monsters and demons trying to scam their Soul-Slaying City?

audacious in the extreme!

If Ning Xiyuan hadn't stopped him, he would have rushed forward and chopped the man into meat paste and hung him on the wall of Zhenhun City to be exposed to the wind and sun.

Pei Sheng moved his eyelids, and the word "vicious" seemed to be tailor-made for him, without any error.

"Grumpy."

Four words, including disdain and ridicule.

It was so insightful that everyone in the main hall, except Ning Xiyuan and the other two, wanted to applaud.

aweason!

Rarely, the girl who was always sharp-tongued did not retort, and even raised her chin, feeling quite happy: "The city lord is very eloquent."

Long Yao gritted his teeth.

City Lord?

Pei Sheng no longer looked at Ning Xiyuan, but Han Pingle spoke again: "May I ask what is the relationship between the city lord and the high priest?"

After these words were spoken, he held his breath and waited for a reply.

This question is an unsolved mystery that has existed in the entire spiritual world for thousands of years.

"Brother and sister."

Two words, short and powerful.

Long Yao slammed the table and stood up: "Nonsense!"

In his opinion, this person was so ignorant that he even dared to frame the high priest.

I can't bear it anymore.

When Long Yao was about to draw his sword again, Pei Sheng suddenly raised his hand.

The token floated in the air, and powerful force poured out.

Everyone could see it clearly, the words "Zhenhun" were engraved in a flamboyant style.

"Soul Calming Order!?"

Han Pingle cried out, but his eyes were still cold and indifferent.

The arrogance in his bones is revealed all the time.

Soul-calming order.

Only the high priest is qualified to hold the Soul-Calming Order and can mobilize anyone in the Soul-Calming City.

Who among you present does not have information about Soul-Suppressing City?

Putting aside the power, just looking at the shape, it is really...

It's exactly the same!

Feng Tang even recognized Pei Sheng's identity at that time.

after all...

It was also a square city, and he had seen it once before.

The power of familiarity!

Immortal Suhua closed his eyes again, seeming to be uninterested.

But the most shocked one was Long Yao.

This soul-soothing order...

Ning Xiyuan quickly received Long Yao's message.

——"The Soul-Calming Order was stolen?"

Long Yao followed Ning Xiyuan's instructions and sat down, but his eyes never left the Soul-Calming Order.

If it is false.

That's too true.

He couldn't tell at this distance.

Ning Xiyuan's lips curled up slightly.

It is a familiar power, and it seems to be of the same origin as the Xuan Yu Ling.

But some other...

Other powers she had been familiar with for a long time.

"This is the private residence of the seventh prince of the demon clan."

"The Blood Moon Stone is right before our eyes. If we don't take it now, when will we take it?"

Pei Sheng ignored the shock of everyone in the room.

He casually picked up the half-person-high vase behind him and exposed the bottom of the vase.

Sure enough, the three words "Ci Yan Qi" were printed on it.

The Demon Lord's handwriting and the Demon Lord's unique power.

This vase is real.

So this house is not fake.

Pei Sheng's words made the originally relaxed atmosphere suddenly tense.

The Blood Moon Stone is a treasure of the demon clan, and they are in the wrong to take it.

Especially now that the owner of the house has realized that they were stealing!

To put it mildly, this is a loss of face for the entire cultivation world; to put it more seriously, it is an attempt to provoke a war between the two races!

Ning Xiyuan paused from chewing the spiritual fruit, then sat up straight and began to look around the main hall again.

Yan Qian’an’s house?

No one would notice Ning Xiyuan's unusual behavior.

What they need to pay attention to at this time is...the owner of the house may come back at any time.

"Each one depends on his ability!"

Feng Tang stood up suddenly, holding the knife in his hand, veins on his hands bulged, spiritual energy flowed on his forearms, ready to strike.

But at the same time, everyone stood up.

The sound of swords being unsheathed echoed throughout the main hall.

Everyone drew their swords against each other.

Long Yao is ready to go.

He really wants to kill everyone here equally.

Those who talk nonsense, insult the Soul-Suppressing City, disrespect the city lord, and those who are blind and unscrupulous, all deserve to die!

"If we get into a fight, it will only cause a commotion and hurt both sides."

"Who is sure to get the Blood Moon Stone before Yan Qi'an returns?"

Venerable Suhua opened his eyes and clenched his fists, but his voice was gentle and reasonable.

"Then what do you think we should do?"

Feng Tang looked impatient.

Those who dislike the six major sects are accustomed to resorting to sinister and cunning tricks.

"Each of our five forces will send one person to compete."

"The order will be determined by drawing lots, and the winner will take it."

Venerable Suhua glanced at everyone, as if asking for their opinions.

Long Yao was the first one who didn't want to agree.

There were three of them!

Why fight one-on-one when you can use your numbers to bully the few?!

Still drawing lots?

Wouldn't the draw be even slower?!

"it is good!"

"This plan is still feasible."

Long before Long Yao opened his mouth, two voices sounded at the same time.

Pei Sheng and Han Pingle.

The two people had clear attitudes towards Venerable Suhua's proposal.

Then several eyes turned to Feng Tang, Ning Xiyuan and the other two.

Feng Tang frowned, and finally uttered the word "OK".

Ning Xiyuan smiled: "No problem."

The opinions were unanimous, and the drawing of lots began.

Just before drawing lots, Han Yin stared at Ning Xiyuan's face and asked, "Which faction are you from?"

Everyone has taken off their disguises, leaving only these three people whose true identities are unclear.

This feeling...

When Long Yao was about to blurt out Soul-Suppressing City, Ning Xiyuan was quicker: "Liuyun Sect."

As soon as the three words "Liuyun Sect" were mentioned, people couldn't help but stare at them.

Han Pingle was still waving the folding fan in his hand, his eyes were casual and unfocused, which made him look even more arrogant.

He sneered and spoke.

"Liuyun Sect?"

"Which one of you from Liuyun Sect are you? Why haven't I seen you before?"

The fan stopped, and the frivolous voice suddenly became sharp, like a question, but more like a ridicule.