He couldn't help but turn his head, glanced at the man with a cold look, and then said lightly: "I don't know."

"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.

In this world, Taoism and demons are carried out at the same time, and at the same time, demons and demons are like disasters in the world. Almost blind worship of the immortal sects.

The Canglan Sword Sect may be just an inconspicuous small sect in this world, but in these ordinary cities under the protection of the Canglan Sword Sect, it is a giant.

The selection of disciples in the Immortal Sect has always been very strict. I don’t know how many young talents participate in the selection of disciples in the Canglan Sword Sect every year, but there are only more than ten people who can be selected in the entire Qianlong City every ten years.

Therefore, the disciples of Canglan Sword Sect have absolutely high status in Qianlong City. Perhaps some disciples are not strong, but no one dares to infringe on the Canglan Sword Sect, represented by them.

"Sir, we really don't know the identity of the Lord. If we know that he is a disciple of the Immortal Family, we wouldn't dare to do this even if we give us ten courage!" Pan Hailiang begged for mercy with a pale face.

Cheng Yuren glanced at the other party indifferently, but said nothing.

Behind him, Qin Ruonan looked at Cheng Yuren with a complicated eyes. As a direct descendant of aristocratic family that had been exterminated, he naturally knew what the Canglan Sword Sect represented. It was a sect that cultivated immortals. If he had achieved success in his cultivation, it would be a method like flying clouds and rain in his hands, filling mountains and seas.

From a farmer who became a descendant of the Immortal Sect in a short time, the impact of such a change of identity is too huge.

Han Xueqi stood behind and saw this scene, her expression flashed slightly.

At this time, Xiaolian came to Cheng Yuren and looked at the crowd watching with her head raised. She didn't know what Canglan Sword Sect was, but Xiaolian knew that Canglan Sword Sect was definitely an amazing sect, and she, Cheng Yuren, was proud.

Soon, a panic sound of footsteps sounded and a shaft drove over.

"Sir, the chariot has arrived, please come in." Peng Hai shouted with a flattery face.

Cheng Yuren glanced at Peng Hailiang, then looked back at Ruixiang Inn behind, and said lightly: "I was stabbed here last night, and the body of the person who assassinated me was still inside. Does Commander Peng know what to do?"

Peng Hailiang couldn't help but feel trembling, but immediately expressed his opinion: "Sir, please don't worry, I will investigate with all my might and capture the murderer behind the scene..."

With a slight smile, Cheng Yuren said nothing and took Xiaolian's hand and walked into the shaft of the car.

Han Xueqi and Qin Ruonan also followed immediately.

"Go, go, go." As Cheng Yuren and his men got on the shaft, the driver who was driving the shaft raised his whip and drove the shaft towards the city lord's mansion.

As the car left, Peng Hailiang felt that his vest seemed to have a hint of cold sweat. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he suddenly turned around and slapped the man with a mean lips behind him, and directly slapped the other person in several circles, and his face was swollen.

"Your dog eyes were blind and almost killed the commander Ben." Peng Hailiang said gritting his teeth.

Just when Peng Hailiang was about to teach the other party a lesson, a sound of footsteps came over, but several Peng Hailiang's people who entered the inn to investigate came out.

"grown ups."

Several people shouted respectfully.

"How about it, can you tell the identity of the assassin?" Peng Hailiang asked hurriedly without caring about the man with a mean mouth.

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

(End of this chapter)
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