The magnificent Qingfeng Ancient City is filled with endless rumbling sounds.

Standing in the center of the city, everything in the east and west was in full swing, and the onlookers were also in darkness, but it was much more lively than when catching a lone wolf.

The main thing is that the people who fight are all from a good background.

The two young city lords, the sons-in-law and daughters of the two city lords, all sounded novel.

"When did I find a son-in-law?"

The one who attracted more attention was Zhao Yun. Unfortunately, he was wearing a mask. Not to mention them, not even Yan Tianfeng could see Zhao Yun's true face.

"Which one is it from?"

Many people muttered that after looking at it for so long, they still couldn't tell that it was Zhao Yunlu.

It was Zhao Yun who deliberately hid it.

If not, he wouldn't have been beaten by Han Ming.

How cautious is he?

He got involved in a dispute in a daze, and if all the details were revealed, even a fool could tell which faction he came from. He would be fine, but the Zhao family would be in dire straits.

When you go out, be careful when sailing.

Speaking of Yan Tianfeng, he also came out, climbed to the roof of the restaurant in one step, and looked at both sides. He was the city lord and a spectator, and his appearance made the people on the street gasp. The city lord watched the battle in person, which can be said to be a blessing.

Enough to save face.

"Let them make trouble like this?"

The city manager's family was also there and laughed dryly. Due to the war, the city manager's mansion was already in a mess. Now that the battlefield has been moved to the city, it has also created a mess.

"Someone will pay for it," Yan Tianfeng said calmly.

Look! Anyone who can be a city lord is not a cunning person.

Beat, and then settle the accounts after the beating.

If Canglang City and Chiyang City are not allowed to bloodshed, he will not be called Yan Tianfeng.

puff!

Under the gaze of everyone, a bloody light was quite dazzling.

Yu Wenhao lost.

Not only was he defeated, but he was defeated miserably. He fell from the roof. It was also because Qingyao was too ruthless. If the two old men from Chiyang City hadn't stepped forward, the young city lord of his family would have been killed. Anyone looking for excitement would have been killed.

This is the outcome.

"Han Ming."

Before Yu Wenhao fainted, there was such a howl.

What the hell.

It was agreed that Han Ming didn't even wait for him when he arrived. He was the one challenging Qing Yao the whole time. Stop making trouble. He was dealt with obediently.

"It would be too harsh a move."

The two old men in Chiyang City both snorted coldly, looking at Qingyao's eyes with a fierce light.

"It would be a shame not to send him to hell."

Qing Yao opened her lips slightly, turned around and walked away, carrying the killing sword, stepping on the eaves, and went straight to Zhao Yun. He hated Han Ming more than Yu Wenhao.

"Walk."

The two old men in Chiyang City snorted coldly and carried Yu Wenhao on their backs, which was the best way to go.

"Walk?"

A large number of strong men from the City Lord's Mansion jumped out.

"What to do."

"The city lord said, just be patient."

"Wait..."

Before he finished speaking, a large crowd of people cheered and came forward with all their strength.

The ending is not difficult to imagine.

The two Xuanyang peaks could not stand up to the large number of people. They were captured on the spot. The people of the city lord's family were not easy or heavy, and they were very serious. Including Yu Wenhao, they all had only one breath left and were lying there in a mess.

, at this moment, the body was twitching, and blood foam was vomiting from the mouth.

"Comfortable."

When Yan Tianfeng Quan didn't see it, one side was defeated, but what he saw was the other side.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

To the east of the city, the battle was raging. Han Ming, who had taken the Baoyuan Dan, was so strong that he was so full of energy and blood that Zhao Yun couldn't stand even after fighting all the way.

"If this happened outside the city, it would kill you."

Zhao Yun secretly cursed, fighting and retreating at the same time, just holding on to his background to avoid being recognized by others, just contain him, Qing Yao's side is probably done.

"kill."

Han Ming roared and flew off the roof with one palm, hitting Zhao Yun.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun's true energy surged, and he split it open with a sword, causing the tiles to fly.

Buzz!

Before he could stand still, Han Ming had arrived. The silver mace was covered with true essence, and there were strange runes flowing around it. He held it in his hand, buzzing and trembling, and it was extremely powerful.

"What a domineering ace."

Among the spectators, there were many Xuanyang realm martial arts cultivators, all of whom had bright eyes. They had long heard that Han Ming had a good weapon. Now that he saw it, it was indeed an eye-opener. The silver mace made of special black iron was not comparable to rubbish.

.

Buzz!

Zhao Yunhuo stood still and stood with his sword in front of him.

pound!

The sword collided with the mace, and there was a sound of metal collision, and sparks flew out. Even though Zhao Yun tried his best to defend, he was still knocked over by Han Ming's mace. It was as hard as the Zixiao Sword, and cracks appeared in it. The front was made of hard steel, and he was very

opponent.

"kill."

Han Ming shouted loudly, and his roar contained the roar of a wolf.

It is the secret technique of sound waves.

Zhao Yun never fell behind and let out a dragon's roar and a tiger's roar, which was unparalleled.

puff!

This mouthful of blood was spitted out by him, and he stepped back. It was not that his secret skills were not good enough, but that his cultivation was absolutely suppressed. In addition, there was also his spirit. He didn't stop all night last night, his head was dizzy, and he suffered a terrible...

collision.

"waste."

Han Mingxiao's cruelty swept away the tiles all over the sky with one stroke of his mace.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun fled behind him, and the Zixiao Sword danced at its fullest, blocking all of them.

"That would be the first level of true spirit?"

The onlookers were shocked, and this shock was definitely for Zhao Yun.

You know, he was fighting against Han Ming.

The young city lord of Canglang City is truly at the eighth level of the True Spirit Realm, and is not comparable to the ordinary eighth level. Judging from his true energy and his cruelty, it is obvious that he has used forbidden magic, or he has been cheated.

elixir.

In this way, Zhao Yun was not captured on the spot.

Not only did they not win, but they fought for such a long time, which is enough to make them look proud of their peers.

As expected, the uncle of the city lord's family is not an ordinary person.

Too many people are convinced that if they were in the same realm, Han Ming would be far from worthy.

Roar!

As he was talking, the wolf howled again. It was Han Ming who used his family's ancestral secret technique and struck out a wolf with one palm. Judging from its size, it was seven or eight feet tall. It stepped on the eaves and roared towards Zhao Yun all the way. It was ferocious.

Terrible.
To be continued...