Xie Siyuan laughed loudly, and after laughing, "Young Master Wushuang made such a big move and entered my tiger city with big money. Xie was so worried that he had no choice but to inquire about the situation of the Young Master Wushuang. It took some time before he came to meet the Young Master. I'm sorry. I didn't expect that Young Master Wushuang could have many masters with him. He was really a young talent." Xie Siyuan's meaning was both praise and inquiries, and also dissatisfied. It is not easy for a person to express so many emotions in one sentence.

Nie Wushuang smiled and said, "Young people are real, but talent is really not worth mentioning."

Xiong Yihu, who was sitting on the Eight Immortals table, was already stunned at this time. He looked at Nie Wushuang and then at Xie Siyuan. For a moment, his whole body was trembling with excitement, and at the same time he was a little scared in his eyes.

Nie Wushuang had no disgust for Xie Siyuan. After all, there were a group of masked monks from Jiedan when he went to the city. Those who were interested should have found out the general situation long ago. Now that he heard Xie Siyuan said this, he knew that the other party was a little afraid of him, and he also complained a lot.

At this time, many people in the restaurant paid the bill silently and quietly left the restaurant. No one could understand what the situation was with the Lord of Tiger City and Nie Wushuang, so naturally they did not dare to get involved in the grudges related to the Lord of Tiger City.

Xiong Yihu didn't hear anything, but he was closest to the two of them and was at a loss for a moment.

Xie Siyuan was not polite, so he dragged a bench casually, glanced at the countless black-clad Zedan monks inside and outside the door, and stopped paying attention to them. After sitting down, he took action and filled Nie Wushuang and Xiong Yihu's wine glasses, and invited him: "The two are guests from Yuan, but Xie was not well-received. He did not invite the two to enter the city lord's mansion in time and toast them again. It is considered as a pity. Please!" As he said that, he raised his glass and drank it all.

Xiong Yihu's right hand, holding the cup, trembled continuously, and the wine had already spilled out, but he was unaware of it.

Nie Wushuang picked up the wine glass, drank it all in one gulp, and said to Xiong Yihu: "Brother Yihu, didn't you just say that you wanted to join the city lord's mansion to be a traitor? I don't think you have to be so troublesome about your appointment. Just now, Xie Chengzhu is here, so you ask him to see if you are qualified to join the city lord's mansion to be a traitor."

Xie Siyuan laughed and said, "Young Master Wushuang is kidding. Since this friend is your friend of Wushuang, he is naturally my friend of Xie someone. He said that he was going to be a servant. Wasn't that slap me in the face?"

Nie Wushuang smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother Xiong Yihu and I have just met you. He is a mortal and it is not easy to live in the countryside. He wants to join your city lord's mansion as a choreographer. After some experience, if you can get your appreciation and embark on the path of cultivation, it will be his dream."

Xie Siyuan then realized that Nie Wushuang was not a joke, and hurriedly said, "Oh? If you really want to cultivate your true nature and enter my city lord's mansion, as long as Wushuang is not afraid that I will teach you badly, it is better to let him become my disciple. Wushuang's son, don't worry, I, Xie Siyuan, will teach you carefully."

Nie Wushuang said to Xiong Yihu, "Why don't Brother Yihu thank the City Lord for such an opportunity?" As he said that, he picked up the wine pot, filled the three wine glasses on the table, and said to Xie Siyuan: "Thank you for your sincerity, Nie Wushuang respects the City Lord for a glass."

Xie Siyuan laughed and said, "Young Master, you are polite, how can you say anything between Xie and the Master?"

Xiong Yihu was so excited that he was holding the wine glass shaking constantly.

At this moment, suddenly, a guard wearing golden armor at the entrance of the restaurant was covered in blood. He stumbled into the restaurant from the black monk, knocked over several tables and chairs, turned to Xie Siyuan and bowed, exclaimed: "City Lord... Lord, the demon clan... the demon clan... the attack is coming."

Xie Siyuan put down the wine glass, grabbed the golden guard in the air, and grabbed the golden guard into his palm. The spiritual energy rushed in to heal his wounds. At the same time, his expression changed a little and asked, "Tell me slowly, what's going on?"

The golden guard had Xie Siyuan's spiritual energy and his injuries improved slightly. His voice calmed down a lot. He said in horror: "City Lord, something is not good. Early this morning, the Golden Guard guards were escorted by the Demon-Slaying Platform in the west of the city to kill the two demon cultivators who had been caught a few days ago. At the critical moment, the dense demon cultivators of the demon clan emerged from somewhere, including countless demon soldiers and demon generals, and our guards had no power to fight back..."

Xie Siyuan frowned and asked, "How many demon cultivators are there in dense demon clans?"

"Thousands of demon soldiers...hundreds of demon generals..."

Xie Siyuan stood up on the spot in shock: "What? Hundreds of demon generals?" He said, his face changed drastically: "How is this possible... two demon spirit realms? How could it attract so many demon cultivators?"

Nie Wushuang's face also changed drastically: "Zei City Lord, hundreds of demon generals... Hu City is afraid that the morning will be in danger."

The demon generals of the demon clan are in the same realm as the human clan, but they are called differently.

Xie Siyuan's eyes turned and suddenly bowed to Nie Wushuang: "Young Master Wushuang, hundreds of demons will attack our Tiger City. The power of the Tiger City itself is not enough to resist this crisis. I also asked the young master to help save Tiger City. Xie Siyuan was very grateful."

Before Nie Wushuang could recover, he heard the group of black-clothed masked pill monks discussing loudly: "The demon clan is coming?" "When will the demon clan become so desperate? Do you dare to go deep into the hinterland of our human clan?" "Everyone will divide half of the people first, and group them according to their respective forces, and focus on saving people first, and try to pull the battlefield to a high altitude." "Yes, the remaining people are optimistic about this place, and Nie Wushuang must not have anything to do." "Hurry! The demon clan is cruel. Each sect and every sect acts quickly. After bringing the rescued people here, each group will stop the counterattack on the spot."

Nie Wushuang was also shocked. Although the Yunmeng tribes attacked each other, very few races made such a large-scale move to penetrate into the hinterland of other tribes. Today, in order to save two demon cultivators in the Demon Spirit Realm, the demon clan dispatched thousands of demon soldiers and hundreds of demon generals. This is even more unheard of. Could it be that the two demon cultivators in the Demon Spirit Realm are extraordinary?

Seeing the masked monks in black beside him rushing out, Nie Wushuang had already stood up, and at this moment he clasped his fists at Xiong Yihu and said, "Brother Yihu, today the demon clan is coming. As a human cultivator, I will do my best to resist the invasion of foreign clans. Everyone will be together again tomorrow, and there will be a date in the future."

Nie Wushuang said, turned around and walked quickly towards the restaurant gate.

Who knew that there were few uneasy expressions in the eyes of these black-clad monks. Everyone moved instantly, blocking the entrance of the Great Shan River and Lake. Someone said, "Hundreds of demon generals and thousands of demon soldiers are coming. Now, three sects and five gates of our human race, and four major elixirs have already gone, and they can definitely kill the invaders of the demon race. You should stay here obediently. With your cultivation level, you will also be able to go up and die."

Nie Wushuang's face flashed with anger. He glanced at the hundreds of Kalpa monks left in front of him, and then he remembered that he was now under supervision. So he snorted coldly, and in desperation, he turned around and sat back next to Xiong Yihu, poured a glass of wine, and drank it all in one go.
Chapter completed!