"Then you hear that, right? The person standing in front of you is Lord Pan Hailiang, the commander of Qianlong City, the south city." The man with a little mean lips pointed at the commander who had been talking to Qin Ruonan before and said loudly.

Hearing this, Cheng Yuren couldn't help but sneer in his eyes, and he laughed: "So it's Commander Pan!"

Commander Pan also raised his head and looked arrogant. As the commander of the south of the city, he would not be respectful when he saw him on weekdays. But immediately, Pan Hailiang's face turned a little blue, because Cheng Yuren coldly scolded at this time, "What is Commander Pan's thing?"

Pan Hailiang was slightly stunned, wondering if he had heard it wrong, but when he saw the disdainful look in Cheng Yuren's eyes, Commander Pan knew that he had heard it wrong.

Seeing this, Pan Hailiang couldn't help but be furious, waved his hand and shouted: "Take him down for me."

With Pan Hailiang's order, dozens of soldiers wearing armor immediately stepped forward, as if they were going to capture Cheng Yuren in one fell swoop.

The soldiers in front of him were about to approach, but Cheng Yuren's eyes were filled with a hint of coldness and he said with a snorted: "I see who dares."

Cheng Yuren's voice was not loud, but it was very cold, and it had an unparalleled majesty, which made the soldiers who were preparing to attack stop.

Pan Hailiang showed a sneering look, looked at Chu Fan with disdain and said, "Who do you think you are? Just a pariah..."

Cheng Yuren glanced at Pan Hailiang's eyes and showed a sneer.

"Is that true? Don't regret it."

Cheng Yuren said coldly.

Pan Hailiang couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

"I will regret it, are you telling a joke?"

Pan Hailiang said with some amusement. If you know Cheng Yuren's clothes, you can tell at a glance that it is impossible for him to be a family of aristocratic families. What is Pan Hailiang afraid of such a person?

However, as Cheng Yuren added a token in his hand, Pan Hailiang's face changed completely.

"Are you from Canglan Sword Sect?"

Pan Hailiang pointed at Cheng Yuren with a shocked look in his eyes, and obviously he could not believe the result.

It turned out that at this time, Cheng Yuren took out the token of his inner disciple of Canglan Sword Sect.

You should know that Canglan Sword Sect is an immortal cultivation sect and is above the secular imperial power. The disciples of such sects are naturally of great identity. Even if the city lord sees them, they must be respectful.

"What do you think?"

Cheng Yuren glanced at the man calmly.

"Great, sir." Pan Hailiang's face immediately showed a look of panic, and his raised head couldn't help but lower it.

Cheng Yuren's eyes were calm, and he just glanced at the other party, and then said coldly: "Take me to see your city lord."

The voice was dull, but it fell into Pan Hailiang's ears, which made the other party's face turn pale.

'Sir, I don't know Mount Tai, please..." Peng Hai looked a little frightened, afraid that Cheng Yuren would go to the city lord to find his own business, so he would be done.

"Why, haven't I heard what I said? Do you want me to come here in person?" Cheng Yuren snorted coldly.

"I dare not, I dare not."

Pan Hailiang's face suddenly changed drastically. He quickly waved his hand to his body and yelled: "Why are you still standing here? Get ready for the chariot."

The soldiers under Pan Hailiang also reacted at this time and hurriedly went down to find the chariot. They did not expect that this unpretentious boy would be a disciple of the Immortal Sect.

When a few people heard this, their expressions became hesitant.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!