"I've already inquired. Tomorrow is the last day for recruiting disciples at Beidao Shrine. There is something strangely quiet in Beidao City."
On the way back to the restaurant, Qin Changan looked at the busy streets, his eyes constantly moving, trying to find what he wanted to know from the crowd around him.
"I think you are weird, Qin Chang'an, do you have delusions of being persecuted? You feel uncomfortable when no one bothers you, right?"
Zhao Ziling looked at Qin Changan with disgust. This guy seemed to be a troublemaker. From Beiling City to Songshan City, troubles occurred one after another. In one month, they experienced life and death twice.
"You have been locked up at home for too long. We are now a thorn in others' flesh and eyes. Unless those guys have no intention of taking action this time, they will never let us go."
Qin Changan shook his head, his eyes were quite solemn. Could it be that a month has passed and the Seventh Elder and the Thirteenth Elder have not returned yet? Otherwise, why would Beidao City be so quiet.
Has he been killed?
"Why are you thinking so much? Don't you know everything when you go to the North Road Shrine tomorrow? There's no point in guessing here."
Zhao Ziling shook his head. No matter what the secret forces had planned, they could not forcefully break into the North Dao Shrine, so as long as they entered quietly with the token, it would be fine.
Qin Changan nodded, looking thoughtfully at the endless crowds of people on the street, and a smile slowly formed at the corner of his mouth.
"Put away your wretched smile. Every time you smile, nothing good happens. Are you thinking about how to cause trouble again?"
Zhao Ziling's heart skipped a beat when he saw the smile on his face, and thought to himself that it was over, this guy didn't know what he was secretly planning again.
"Go away, go away! Otherwise I will crush you!"
Just when Qin Changan was about to say something, a commotion came from the street in front, and then an angry voice sounded among the crowd. The voice was loud, implying spiritual power, and deafening.
The ordinary people around him squatted down holding their heads in pain, and even Qin Changan felt his head buzzing.
"A bunch of untouchables, you don't understand what I'm saying, right? Then let me help you."
Angry shouts rang out again, followed by screams. Qin Changan's eyes flashed with light, and he ran in that direction before Zhao Ziling could catch him.
This is Beidao City, at the foot of Beidao Mountain. Making trouble here is basically a slap in the face of Beidao Shrine. He wants to see who is so brave.
Qin Changan squeezed to the front, and a burly figure more than two meters tall came into view. His pupils shrank suddenly. His muscles were condensed like a rock. His whole body was wrapped with chains as thick as a thumb, and he was carrying a handle.
The nearly two-meter-long giant knife was holding several people and throwing them outside.
Behind him, there was a luxurious carriage driving slowly. Standing on the carriage were two women holding long swords, with exquisite appearance and luxurious clothes, watching everything that happened with cold eyes.
He doesn't seem to care in general.
At the rear of the car, there were two rustling flags. The flag on the left had the word Situ printed with flying phoenixes, and the flag on the right had a lifelike five-clawed golden dragon engraved on it.
"Hey, little Lingdang, you are much more arrogant than when you were in Beiling City."
Qin Changan's eyes twitched slightly when he saw this scene, and he couldn't help but think of the time when Zhao Ziling was driving a carriage in Beiling City. It seemed that the situation was somewhat similar to the current situation.
It's just that this guy is much more arrogant than him.
"No one will think you are mute if you don't speak."
Zhao Ziling stared, could this be the same? He had been holding it in at home for too long, and he was finally out of control. He was too happy to control himself.
But the guy in front of me is a 'habitual offender' at first glance.
"Young man, please stop talking. This is the carriage of His Highness the Third Prince. There are some things you cannot say."
The old man in cloth next to him stepped forward and looked at Qin Changan and Zhao Ziling with a solemn expression. He glanced at the direction of the carriage with fearful eyes, and then said in a low voice.
"Third Prince?"
Qin Changan and Zhao Ziling were stunned for a moment, and looked at the carriage again. No wonder the carriage looked so resplendent, it turned out to be the royal family.
At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, Qin Changan saw a little boy holding a bunch of candied haws being squeezed out of the crowd and stumbling towards the direction of the carriage.
"court death!"
The woman on the left had murderous intent surging in her eyes, she let out a scolding sound, and the sword in her arms flashed with a cold light and shot towards the little boy.
"Child!! My child!"
When a middle-aged woman saw this scene, she immediately rushed to the carriage with heartbreak, stretched out her hands to hug the child, and wanted to use her body to help the child block the sword.
Looking at the middle-aged woman who rushed over, a trace of disdain flashed in the woman's eyes. The cold light on the long sword was even worse, and it fell downwards without stopping.
In her eyes, these were already two dead people.
But……
Clang!!
At the critical moment, a black shadow shot out from the crowd, kicked the middle-aged woman down, then rushed to the little boy's position, hugged him, raised his right hand upward, and accurately intercepted with a bloody long knife.
Long sword.
This moment happened in just two seconds, and the people around did not see how the man got near the carriage.
Among the crowd in the distance, Zhao Ziling's expression changed slightly, and then he quickly searched around him. When he didn't find Qin Changan's figure, he stretched out his hand and slapped his forehead with a painful expression on his face.
.
Sure enough, nothing good happens with this guy.
"Killing people in the street? You guys are so majestic."
Qin Changan looked at the little boy in his arms who was so frightened that his face turned pale, and his eyes turned completely gloomy. Even a descendant of the royal family couldn't kill civilians in the street so unscrupulously, right?
"There are assassins protecting His Highness!"
The woman looked at the man in front of her with a cold look in her eyes, withdrew the sword in her hand, shouted loudly, her body's spiritual power surged, and she looked coldly at Qin Chang'an.
roar!!
A roar came out, and the hairs all over Qin Changan's body stood up, and a terrifying sense of oppression came. Without any time to think about it, he stamped his foot on the ground and rushed to the side.
Boom!!
There was a huge roar, and the two-meter-old man punched the spot where he was before with his strong arm. The terrifying force smashed a huge crater into the ground on the spot, and the gravel shot up.
Qin Changan's eyes jumped when he saw this scene. This guy is so strong. If he was hit by a punch, his bones would probably be broken.
After handing the little boy in his arms to his mother, Qin Changan stood in the center of the field holding a bloody knife.
"Assassins? Take a good look at them. They are just ordinary people without spiritual power. Do you think they look like assassins?"
Qin Changan pointed at the mother and son who were slumped on the ground, hugging each other in pain. He never thought that these people would dare to kill ordinary people.
"Hmph, a wild boy who appears out of nowhere dares to show off in front of His Highness. Run and kill him."
A sneer appeared on the woman's face.
roar!!
The big man who was called Da Ben let out a roar, and then rushed towards Qin Changan with his fists waving. Every step he took made it tremble as if a giant mountain was pressing down on the ground.
"Boy, provoking the Third Prince is your stupidest decision. If you don't want to die here, get out of my sight!"
Da Ben's voice sounded like thunder, and his hand like a cattail fan shouted towards Qin Chang'an. A strong wind swept across him, and a huge coercion enveloped him, as if it was going to tear him apart.
"Just say what you say, you are yelling like shit."
Qin Changan's whole body was filled with bloody spiritual energy. Feeling his buzzing ears, he couldn't help complaining that talking to this guy was so useless that he felt like he was about to become deaf.