Poor Zhang Li didn't know what happened, so he was broken by Xia Wenzhu who teleported over. After fainting, Xia Wenzhu threw him to the torture room of the City Lord's Mansion. After saying a word to the torture people in the torture room until he said that, Xia Wenzhu teleported away again.

More than 6,000 foreign monks outside finally couldn't bear it after half of the Si hour, and they all looked forward to attack the city lord's mansion to ask for an explanation.

At this time, Xia Wenzhu appeared above the city lord's mansion with Xu Hui and his son.

Xia Wenzhu, wearing a gilded purple dragon robe, spread out her mid-stage cultivation of the Nascent Soul, shocking the monks below and said, "Who dares to cause trouble in my Lingquan City!"

The powerful sense of oppression made the monks on the ground suffocate even their breathing.

Lin Mian, who was standing in front, raised his head and said, "Lord Xia, we are not making trouble, but want an explanation!"

Xia Wenzhu threatened Lin Mian and said, "I wonder if this is what Elder Lin means or what Wuji Sect means?"

Lin Mian laughed and said, "This is not what I mean, nor what Wuji Sect means. It is the meaning of more than 6,000 foreign monks here! Do you think so?"

The more than 6,000 foreign monks saw Lin Mian pulling them out together, and although they were worried that Xia Wenzhu would take revenge, there were five early-stage Nascent Soul monks present here. They all said together: "Yes!"

This "yes" made Xia Wenzhu frown in the air. Xu Hui sent a message to him: "Now is not the time to talk about these things, so let them arrange for them to blindly pat on the spiritual spring."

Xia Wenzhu tried his best to keep his temper and said, "You are misunderstanding. I was going to tell you before the blind shooting of the Spirit Spring that seven of the twelve spiritual springs had somehow lost their spiritual power. And I have announced to the public that the newly dug twelve spiritual springs started with a low-grade spiritual stone at the lowest price, so there is no saying to deceive you."

The people led by Lin Mian were obviously not satisfied with Xia Wenzhu's words, but they could not catch the loopholes in Xia Wenzhu's words.

Xu Hui looked at the more than 6,000 monks below with all concentration, and he knew that the person he was looking for was inside.

Seeing that Lin Mian and the others no longer argued, Xia Wenzhu hit the railway while it was hot: "Everyone knows that I, Xia Wenzhu, pay the most attention to the word "reason". If someone doesn't want to take a blind photo, you can leave my Lingquan City directly, and I, Xia Wenzhu, will never stop me!"

Xia Wenzhu knew that since "Zhang Xi" was back, she would definitely have the idea of ​​having the remaining five spiritual springs. He was not afraid that "Zhang Xi" would leave with this group of people.

Shi Wu, who looks like Guo Fei, knew that Xia Wenzhu's purpose was to make the fewer people blindly filmed, the better. He also made another move and sent a message to the left and said: "If you want to shoot the real spring, we just need to shoot the same spiritual spring as the people from Lian Rong and Zhuguang Pavilion."

Unexpectedly, the man's expression changed after hearing Shi Wu's voice transmission, and then he did not tell the people next to him as Shi Wu wished.

Shi Wu couldn't help but secretly say that people were in their hearts. Since the other party knew how to choose the right spiritual spring, he would tell others. Shi Wu knew that Xia Wenzhu and Xu Hui were staring at the monks under the field. Fortunately, after Xia Wenzhu said that the monks who were unwilling to auction the spiritual spring could leave, many monks were secretly communicating. Even though Xia Wenzhu and Xu Hui had the highest cultivation level here, they could not understand these tens of thousands of complex spiritual powers that were transmitting voices at the same time.

Shi Wu simply had a skill and bravery, and used spiritual energy to transmit the voice to the people in front of him and said, "If we want to take pictures of the Zhenquan, we just need to take pictures of the same spiritualquan as the people from Lian Rong and Zhuguang Pavilion."

The people in front looked at each other at the same time, obviously knowing that someone here came up with a way to deal with it.

Lin Mian immediately said to Xia Wenzhu: "Lord Xia, since you are such a reasonable person, then we, the six thousand monks, will also tell you this truth. I, Lin Mian, take the lead in participating in the blind shooting of your twelve spiritual springs!"

Xia Wenzhu saw Lin Mian's attitude suddenly reversed, and she was a little confused for a moment.

Xu Hui saw the sound of the spiritual energy in the crowd spreading like a spider web. His expression changed slightly, and he knew that the people below must have reached some consensus.

Lian Rong in the air couldn't get into his mouth at all now, but his eyes noticed "Guo Fei" who was tied with wooden boards and long firewood.

Shi Wu noticed that Lian Rong was staring at him and bowed with one hand with a smile to him.

Lian Rong didn't expect that "Guo Fei" would really come, but his current mind was on the mysterious man with heaven-defying magic weapons or martial arts. For small characters like "Guo Fei", he only thought that the other party would be cut alive by the people in Lingquan City in the end.

At this time, Xia Wenzhu saw that no one left, and said to everyone: "Since everyone is so proud of themselves, please follow me to Lingquan No. 1."

The more than 6,000 monks, led by Lin Mian and others, walked forward with Xia Wenzhu and the monks wearing dark yellow robes.
Chapter completed!