When Nie Wushuang walked to the gate of Hucheng, the people entering and leaving the gate had already retreated to the side with fear. Eight city gate guards crossed their spears and stopped Nie Wushuang. The eyes kept wandering behind Nie Wushuang with more than 200 black-clothed masked monks and Yun Qianruo. One of them said, "If you want to enter the city, please show the order of the city lord. Otherwise, if an accident occurs, we will be unable to escape the blame. Please understand."

Nie Wushuang threw the Demon-Subduing Sword into the storage bag and visited around. He did not find the responder that Ye Xuanxin said. He looked back at the dense crowd of black-clothed masked people behind him, and Yun Qianruo behind the black-clothed crowd, turned to the guard of the city gate and said, "All immortals can enter the city gate. Why do you need a city lord order when you get to me?"

Another guard in armor smiled awkwardly, stepped forward and clasped his fists to Nie Wushuang, and said, "Friend, look at you..." He raised his head and pressed his mouth behind Nie Wushuang, and continued, "This formation will easily allow you to enter the city. If something happens, how can I afford to offend? Please don't make things difficult for us."

"I didn't mean to make things difficult for you, but I was going down into the city and I really had something to do." Nie Wushuang said, pointing his finger back and continued, "Are you worried about these people? To be honest, these people have nothing to do with me. If you want to stop them, I have no opinion."

Several guards seemed to be thinking about something. Nie Wushuang bowed and walked, and in the astonishment of the eight guards, he penetrated into the gate of Hucheng.

After Nie Wushuang's movement, everyone in black masked naturally followed closely.

When the guards at the city gate saw this posture, they knew that even if they could stop them today, they could not stop them. So after the group of masked men in black entered the city, one of them said, "You can watch here. I will go to the city lord's mansion to report to the city lord, waiter, you go to inform the city guard, Lord Liu Haibo, tell him the specific situation and let him prepare in advance, and then say that a large number of masked monks in black entered the city."

Nie Wushuang walked on the street of Hucheng and looked around. After a moment, he found that the group of masked black-clothed Zedan monks with two or three hundred people also came into the city. Yun Qianruo followed him from a distance. At this moment, Nie Wushuang didn't want the person who came to him to appear. Facing two or three hundred Zedan monks, even a master in the Nascent Soul realm, he might not be able to easily pick him up.

After entering Tiger City, the men in black followed even closer.

The streets of Hucheng are very wide. On the originally lively street, it became strange because of the joining of these people in black. Many small business vendors who do business showed fear when they saw such a large group of masked men in black. They wanted to avoid them but did not dare to avoid them too obviously, for fear of causing trouble.

Nie Wushuang walked aimlessly on the streets of Hucheng, and wherever he went, it attracted countless people to look at him. At first glance, it seemed that the young master of a large sect was traveling, and he came to Hucheng with a group of guards to show his power. Everyone looked at Nie Wushuang with envy, jealousy, disdain and mocking, but those disdainful eyes only dared to show their disdain behind.

This is really a glorious place for others to see, and only you can understand the pain and sorrow.

After walking a few street corners, Nie Wushuang also knew that it was undoubtedly a fool to try to get rid of these group of dan monks, so he simply wandered around as if nothing had happened.

Suddenly, Nie Wushuang's eyes appeared in the huge square in the Tiger City where he had been. Looking up, the people who were flirting and singing in the square were still there, and there were many shops on the street, with people inside and outside the shops, which showed that the business was still booming. Since Nie Wushuang was here in a mess, he suddenly remembered the hairpin in the storage bag. When he bought the hairpin, he didn't bother with the waiter who sold the goods. Since he came here today, he should also figure out whether this thing was a magic weapon.

Nie Wushuang thought about it, then walked towards the small Chen magic shop where he bought his hairpin.

When Nie Wushuang stepped into the Xiaochen magic weapon shop, there were many customers in it, some of whom were selecting objects at the counter, while others sat in front of the round table in the hall and spoke. After entering the door, Nie Wushuang glanced at him and saw the guy who sold his hairpins to him. The guy was introducing goods to a man and a woman, with a look of his expression and a woman. The man had a sixth-level foundation-building cultivation level, and the woman was at the fourth-level foundation-building cultivation level. Although Hucheng was closest to Yemen, the man and woman were not dressed as monks who opened Yemen.

Nie Wushuang found the hairpin from the storage ring and squeezed it into his hand, and walked straight towards the mate.

When Nie Wushuang approached the seller, the mate looked over, and the man and woman standing next to the waiter of the seller also looked at Nie Wushuang.

"My man, do you still remember this hairpin?" Nie Wushuang looked at the guy who sold him the hairpin with a smile on his face. After the guy's face changed, he opened his mouth and said, "This thing... are you sure you bought it from me? The magic weapon produced by my little Chen magic weapon store guarantees quality. It seems that it is not a magic weapon, right?"

The man next to the guy frowned, his clothes were a little luxurious. Although he was a little thin, his face was full of spirit. Looking at Nie Wushuang's first-level foundation-building cultivation, he looked at him dressed up and said with contempt: "I'm so poor and sad. I don't know where I got the junk. Get out of here."

Nie Wushuang looked at the man, but before he could speak, he heard the man shouting angrily: "What are you looking at? Be careful that I will dig down your eyes."

Nie Wushuang originally had just acted casually. Seeing the man doing this, a prank suddenly flashed in his heart. He knew that his cultivation level was recovered, and the first-level foundation-building cultivation level he showed was despised by his opponent, so he deliberately shouted, "Boy, you're so arrogant. Do you know who I am? Do you dare to shout at me? Be careful that I slapped you to death with a slap."

The man laughed loudly, and at some point there was a long sword in his hand. He swung his sword and shouted loudly: "I don't know how to live or die if I just build a foundation."

Seeing the man sweeping with a sword, Nie Wushuang did not move.

Suddenly a black shadow flashed between the two of them. When the man looked at it, he saw a monk in black wearing Yedan, with his index finger and middle finger holding his long sword in his hand, which made him unable to move at all.

The man condensed in mid-air and said strangely, "Jidan Realm? I don't know what the predecessor is, why should he interfere with the fight between the younger generations? In Lu Meng, a disciple of Ningyan Pavilion of Xiayunwu Sect."

In Lu Meng's heart, as a disciple of the Yunwu Sect, one of the three and six sects in the world, when he walks in the cultivation world, as long as he reports his identity as a disciple of the Yunwu Sect Ningyan Pavilion, who is not respectful? Who dares to say a little more harsh words?

This also developed a certain degree of arrogance of Lu Meng. Even when facing the Jiedan monk, although he knew he was defeated, he did not retreat, but instead claimed his family.

Before the man in black could speak, Nie Wushuang slapped the man in the face and shouted: "What disciples of the Ningyan Pavilion of Yunwu Sect? How dare you pretend to be a disciple of Yunwu Sect, how did Ling Dufeng teach his disciples?"

Nie Wushuang's words made the black-clad masked man beside him twitch, and at the same time, Lu Meng's face changed drastically. In his impression, no one dared to call Master Ling the name of the master.

After Lu Meng was shocked, his face was filled with anger and turned around and shouted, "Do you dare to call my sect leader's name? Do you dare to hit me? OK, very good. No matter who you two are, the master is the head of Ningyan Pavilion, and Cao Ningyan, who has the eighth level of cultivation in the Dan, known as Yunwu Sword Immortal, this is no longer my Lu Meng's business. You are insulting my sect. I will take your life today."

For Nie Wushuang, he just pretended to be farts when he said Lu Meng. His real fun was to tease the masked monks in the Killing Realm outside.

However, Nie Wushuang has been tortured by these old Nascent Soul ghosts recently. After hearing Lu Meng's words, he didn't know whether it was intentional or intentional, and shouted sternly: "So what if I insult your sect? Don't mention you just foundation-building disciples, even if Ling Dufeng is in front of me, I will scold you..."

When Nie Wushuang spoke, he deliberately shouted loudly, but after a resentment came out in his heart, he felt secretly happy to the group of Jindan monks outside: Ha, my favorite thing is to see someone who can't stand me and do nothing about me.

After Nie Wushuang cursed, he felt relieved and turned around and shouted deliberately: "Cao Ningyan, have you heard it? Your disciple said he wanted to take my life. If you don't come out again, don't blame me for not reminding you. Anyway, when I meet Ling Dufeng, I will definitely sue you."

The Jiedan monk next to Nie Wushuang with the Lumeng sword trembled all over his body, and a feeling of sadness appeared in his tone of a rabbit and a fox and said, "Hey, why do you have to do this?"

Nie Wushuang turned his head and said to the man in black: "You group of people followed me for most of the day, oh? Can't I have some fun?"

The man in black said quickly: "You play, you play, I won't disturb you."

Lu Meng frowned and couldn't understand what they were saying, and his eyes were full of doubts.

At this moment, there was only a clamor. Lu Meng looked up and saw a group of masked monks in black entering at the door of the store. The originally spacious lobby of the Xiaochen Magic Artifact Shop was suddenly filled with the crowd of black-clad men. What was most surprising was that more than a hundred masked men in black were all exposed in their cultivation, and everyone in the shop was stunned on the spot.

Lu Meng's face began to change.

The man in black with the long sword of Lu Meng did not make things difficult for Lu Meng. He pulled his right hand back and retreated to the side.

Among the crowd in black, another man in black flew over and stood beside Nie Wushuang.

At this time, Lu Meng's face was pale, so how could he dare to move again?

Nie Wushuang glanced at the man in black and said, "You are Cao Ningyan?"

The man in black did not move or speak.

Nie Wushuang pointed to Lu Meng and said, "Since this is a disciple of your Yunwu Sect Ningyan Pavilion, you can do it yourself."

I saw the man in black surging all over his body and his spiritual energy slowly overflowing.

Nie Wushuang flashed and stopped the man in black and said, "What's wrong? Do you want to kill him? Not that right?" Nie Wushuang thought of Fu Xuesong, who was also a cultivator of Jiedan, and immediately stopped Lu Meng and did not dare to move again. He was really afraid that Cao Ningyan would kill Lu Meng in anger. After all, this was really unnecessary.

Nie Wushuang thought about speeding up his pace and walked straight towards Wangdan Tower.

"Master, please come in." At the door of Wangdan Tower, a servant in coarse linen smiled and looked at Nie Wushuang, and bowed and invited him in.

Nie Wushuang sneered in his heart, didn't say anything, and walked straight into it.

The first floor lobby of Wangdan Building is much larger than the small Chen Dharma Tool Shop. At this time, dozens of people in the lobby traded at the counter, talked to each other, and some sat aside waiting for tea.

Unlike last time, Nie Wushuang walked straight to the counter where he went up to sell pills.

"Hey! Wait." When Nie Wushuang walked to the counter, someone was conducting a goods transaction, but someone behind him shouted loudly: "Look up in line." Another shouted: "You dare to jump in Wangdanlou, are you impatient to live?"

Nie Wushuang turned around and saw three or four men in different clothes, with angry eyes staring at him. He didn't care, turned his head and looked inside the counter through the wooden fence, and smiled at the old man who was dealing with him at the time, saying, "Old guy, long time no see, are you still alive?"

The old shopkeeper was originally talking about business with people outside the counter. When he heard the shout that someone had been in the lineup, he had already turned his eyes over. When he saw that the person coming was Nie Wushuang, his pupils gradually became bigger, his face was full of surprise, and he blurted out: "It's you?"

Nie Wushuang nodded leisurely and said, "It's me. It's not bad. You have entered the foundation-building realm in just a few months. It's quite interesting."
Chapter completed!