After Linghu Duanchen and the five city lords entered the restaurant, there were more than a dozen monks who were equal to the Nascent Soul Realm of the Human Race. At this time, they were all dressed in plain clothes. It seemed that they had not changed their clothes after their birthday at noon.

All the mortals in the restaurant were staring at Linghu's heartbroken party, and no one dared to speak.

Linghu's heartbroken group of more than twenty masters who were equivalent to the Nascent Soul gathered on Nie Wushuang.

Nie Wushuang's eyes swept across Linghu's heartbroken group's faces, and slowly lowered his right hand that was touching the Qinglong Sword.

Everyone saw the eyes of Linghu Broken Heart-Sheng-Tong, and they all gathered on Nie Wushuang.

Xue San naturally saw it too.

Linghu was heartbroken, the four city lords, and more than a dozen masters who were equivalent to the Nascent Soul kept walking to Nie Wushuang.

This group of people immediately surrounded Nie Wushuang, Chen's siblings, Xue San, and the restaurant shopkeeper.

Xue San and the other two were shocked, Chen Mo was trembling, and Chen Xuanyu frowned.

Only Nie Wushuang looked at Linghu heartbrokenly.

Linghu's heartbroken eyes turned to Xue San and said to Xue San: "If I heard it correctly, you were calling him a disabled person just now, right?"

Xue San's forehead was sweating coldly and his whole body was shaking. He nodded and shook his head for a while, but he couldn't say a word.

Linghu turned his head heartbrokenly to Nie Wushuang and said, "Can you still hold back when he scolds you like this?"

Nie Wushuang shook his head and said, "What does the matter between the human race and you, a ghost cultivator, have to do with you?"

Linghu Duanchen took a deep breath, shook his head at Nie Wushuang and said, "Jingyun, Jingyun, I, Linghu Duanchen, have met many wonderful people in my life, and you are the one that makes me feel the most wonderful."

Nie Wushuang pointed to the table where he had just eaten and said, "If you are here to talk, then sit down and talk. There are all mortals here. Don't scare them or hurt them. If you are here to do it, then let's go out and do it."

Linghu's heartbroken face was blue and purple for a while, and she sat embarrassedly in Chen Xuanyu's position just now. The remaining four city lords and other masters who were equivalent to the Nascent Soul walked towards the Eight Immortals tables next to them. When they walked over, the mortals who were originally sitting quickly stood up and quickly retreated, giving them seats with horror.

Nie Wushuang turned around and walked back to the table where he had just eaten, and sat back on his original position.

"It seems you want to talk to me? But you bring so many people here, but it doesn't look like you need to have a good talk." After Nie Wushuang sat down, he didn't look at Linghu's heartbrokenness. He picked up the chopsticks with his right hand and continued the food he had not finished just now: "I wasn't full just now. Now with you, Lord Linghu, accompanying me to eat, no one should come to urge me to get out of here again."

Xue San, who was standing beside him, shook his whole body and almost urinated.

Linghu said heartbrokenly: "I heard that you are going to demolish my Qingfengju, and even called me to talk to you in person. If I don't come, I'm afraid that Qingfengju will become a pile of ruins tomorrow morning."

Nie Wushuang took a bite of the dish and said, "Lord Linghu still cares about Qingfengju, I think you don't care at all."

Linghu said heartbrokenly: "I, Linghu, have recognized the first time since I founded Luoshui City." As he said that, he took out a storage bag from his arms and placed it on the table, and said to Nie Wushuang: "These are five hundred top-grade spirit stones."

Nie Wushuang raised his head, frowned and looked at Linghu heartbroken, and said, "Lord Linghu, are you here to serve beggars? Or did you go back according to the method and didn't explain it clearly to you?"

Linghu's heartbroken face fluttered with anger: "A spiritual vein, you want it too much, right?"

Nie Wushuang smiled and pointed at the chopsticks around and said, "Then you can let them go together. I am a man who never fears too many people when fighting."

Linghu slapped the table heartbrokenly and shouted angrily: "You really want to force me to take action?"

Nie Wushuang shook his broken left arm for a moment and said, "You five city lords all act together. I was disabled by you and I lost one arm. But it doesn't matter. Now that you more than 20 people are taking action together, I will be left with my limbs at most." Nie Wushuang said, pointing to Linghu's heartbroken in front of him, his face suddenly became cold, and he said, "But you still have no life, I can't guarantee it."

Linghu's heartbroken ghost clan's aura surged.

Although Nie Wushuang has no spiritual power, it means that his physical strength and attack power are no different from those of mortals, the defense of the starry sky body itself is still there. At least Linghu Duanchen only relies on his breath, and he really can't make Nie Wushuang react at all.

Still sitting there eating vegetables, Nie Wushuang knew in his heart that the starry sky body might have been damaged again.

Chen Xuanyu stood beside Xue San, who was already scared and trembling all over, and whispered: "Look, you don't believe what I said, do you believe it now?"

Xue San trembled all over: "Believe...Believe..."

At this moment, the sound of footsteps at the entrance of the restaurant sounded softly. Then, a man with antlers on his head and full of evil spirits slowly walked into the restaurant. He had an evil smile on his face and smiled at Nie Wushuang's table, "Lord Linghu is so majestic. I, Lu Xu, came to the auction, but encountered such an interesting thing. Oh, today I want to see what the lord of Luoshui City manages you, Luoshui City?"

Nie Wushuang narrowed his eyes, looked at Lu Xu, and then continued to eat.

Of course he knew that this person was the real helm of the demon clan and a master in the Demon King Realm. When he saw this demon, he found that this was the man who took a moving talisman on him outside the stone chamber door. If it weren't for his talisman, Nie Wushuang wouldn't have entered the void, and it would be even more impossible for him to condense into the starry sky body today.

Life encounters, good fortune and good fortune depend on each other.

Lu Xu walked to Nie Wushuang's table and did not sit down. Instead, he stood behind Nie Wushuang and said heartbrokenly to Linghu, opposite Nie Wushuang, "Lord Linghu City, what a big formation, five major cities, and more than twenty cultivators of the same Nascent Soul Realm. Do you think that if there are too many people, you can bully fewer people?"

Linghu looked heartbroken with a heartbroken look. He frowned and looked at Lu Xu, then looked at Nie Wushuang who was still eating food without expression. Now he really couldn't figure out what the identity of this cultivator named Jing Yun was. He knew Lu Xu's identity very well. The second son of the seven demon kings of the demon clan, the legendary demon king had the final say after the death of life and death of the demon king, the demon clan had the final say. He looked like he was standing next to Jing Yun? Does this mean that the entire demon clan was standing on Jing Yun's side?

Lu Xu turned to the side, bowed halfway to Nie Wushuang while eating and said, "Master Yun, Lu Xu really can't stand those who do whatever he wants because there are too many people."

Nie Wushuang put down his chopsticks and turned to look at Lu Xu.

Lu Xu looked respectful.

Nie Wushuang knew that he was afraid that he was the Jingyun Demon Saint, and Ye Xuanxin had already told Lu Xu that he would not have been so respectful to him.

"How many people have you brought here? How many people are there than the people here in Linghu City Lord?" Nie Wushuang asked.

Lu Xu replied respectfully: "The five demon kings of my demon clan, seventeen half-step demon kings, one of the three demon kings of the demon clan, and twenty half-step demon kings. They are all waiting outside."

Nie Wushuang said: "All of them are here to support me?"

Lu Xu quickly waved his head and said, "Master Yun is joking. Everyone is here to attend the auction the next night. I heard that Master Yun is here, so I came to visit him and wanted to hear Master Yun's teachings in person."

Nie Wushuang shook his head and said, "What am I teaching?"

Lu Xu said: "It's mainly the demon clan Ji Kun, who wants to visit Mr. Yun."

Nie Wushuang frowned and stopped talking.

Linghu was heartbroken and listened to the conversation between the two, and storm surged in his heart.

Linghu looked at Lu Xu in a daze. He really couldn't understand why things turned out like this.

Nie Wushuang said: "Lu Xu, since he is here, call the person in and I will take a look."

Lu Xu turned around and bowed to Nie Wushuang and said, "Yes."

As soon as Nie Wushuang finished speaking, he saw a man slowly walking in. He saw his front teeth as sawed, his face was purple, his round head was covered with white hair, his eyes were like lightning, his nose was raised to the sky, and his red eyebrows were floating flames; he was walking like mountains moving, and his breathing was like thunder and wind; his body was covered with fine flesh, golden helmet, steel armor, glass body, holding a sled hammer in one hand, and huffed to Nie Wushuang, respectfully saluting to Nie Wushuang: "Demon Ji Kun, pay homage to Mr. Yun."

Nie Wushuang was mostly disgusted with demons and demons, but in this situation, he didn't know what to say, but just sighed, waved his hand, and said, "You and Lu Xu stood aside first."

I have to say that after integrating into the soul of the Demon Saint Jingyun, Nie Wushuang really had no special feelings about these giants of various races. He didn't know why. Even though he had no cultivation at all, he was not nervous about the current situation.

The two of them claimed yes, one left and one right, standing next to Nie Wushuang.

Nie Wushuang now understood why the Jingyun Demon Saint never showed up after coming out of the Lushui Cold Pond. Without some ability, he really might not be able to hold up so many bigwigs of all races.

Stop eating, Nie Wushuang stood up and said heartbroken to Linghu: "Linghu City Lord, Qingfengju, take out a spiritual vein, and from now on, you and I will not violate the river water." As he said that, he pointed to the bosses of the two tribes behind him and continued: "You don't have to give them face, and I don't like to borrow the power of others. If you disagree, in three days, you choose a location and I will fight with your five great city lords, how about betting on this spiritual vein?"

Linghu Duanchen looked surprised. At this moment, the waves in his heart had already stirred up huge waves. He suddenly stood up, bowed to Nie Wushuang, and said, "A spiritual vein, Linghu Duanchen will be delivered later today. Please forgive me for offending this time."

Nie Wushuang nodded, turned around and walked upstairs, and greeted, "Lu Xu, Ji Kun, come with me."
Chapter completed!