There are many monks from Baibai Prefecture who come to Qingyun Prefecture.
It's just that the person who announced his royal status like the one just now can be regarded as the first.
After all, such an identity has a deterrent effect on Qingyun Prefecture monks, but it can also easily cause unnecessary trouble.
But Jian Zong didn't quite believe what the other party said.
He pushed open the wooden door of the box and shouted in a deep voice:
"You said you are the prince of the Mahayana Kingdom, but I am getting more and more curious."
"Today I want to take a look and see who in Qingyun Prefecture doesn't know about my Sword Sect!"
Fan Yi and Liu Qingqing listened to the noise outside the door.
Liu Qingqing wanted to push open the wooden window door and go out to take a look.
Seeing that Fan Yi was indifferent, she didn't get up and instead cut the scene on the stone to the outside.
In fact, Fan Yi had some concerns.
Regardless of whether that person is the prince of the Mahayana Kingdom, it is a good opportunity to take a look at Huben City's attitude.
At this moment, on the railing outside the door.
Several men with swords were looking at a fat man coming out of the box opposite.
This fat man was the one who claimed to be the sixth prince, but he was dressed a little badly.
The gray robe he was wearing was rounded by the fat on his belly, and his hair was randomly twisted into a ball and tied with red cloth strips.
This kind of attire doesn't look like it comes from a royal family at all, but more like an idle monk who eats and drinks.
The fat man is about twenty-one or twelve years old.
His empty hands hung on his waist.
This scene amused several Sword Sect disciples.
"You look like this and you dare to call yourself the Sixth Prince of the Mahayana Kingdom. You are not afraid of making people laugh."
The disciples of the Sword Sect expected that the fat man must be a fake. After all, as a prince, he must have dignity no matter what.
The fat man grinned and asked in a calm tone:
"You look down on me?"
The Jianzong people burst into laughter again.
Immediately, the Sword Sect disciple turned to look at the middle-aged woman on the stage,
said:
"Since this kid is willing to bid two thousand spiritual stones, I won't fight with him today."
"I want to see if he can get it."
The middle-aged woman heard this.
When she looked at the fat man, her expression was full of doubts.
said:
"In this case, this third-grade martial arts skill belongs to you, Master. Please also allocate the spirit stones as agreed."
Unexpectedly, the fat man showed a playful expression.
said:
"I was in a hurry today and I forgot my spiritual stone at home. Can I make a note first?"
"Don't worry, our Mahayana Kingdom will not default on its debts."
As soon as the words left his mouth.
The crowd of people watching were all turned to stone on the spot.
The middle-aged woman is considered to have excellent Qi-nurturing skills.
She took a deep breath and replied:
"Young Master is joking. Since you have photographed this martial art, you must complete the transaction immediately, otherwise you will break the rules of the show building."
"If the young master intends to cause trouble, then don't blame me for being unreasonable."
The fat man didn't panic. He raised his hand and pointed at the Sword Sect disciple with a embarrassed expression.
said:
"Then let him buy it, he has the spirit stone."
When the disciple of Jian Zong heard this, he became furious instantly.
"You dare to amuse me, you are seeking death!"
The words just fell.
He had already unsheathed his sword, stepped on the railing, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the fat man.
The middle-aged woman hosting the auction shouted loudly:
"No fighting allowed in Xiulou! Stop now!"
But there was no way a word could stop the two of them.
I saw the fat man's face instantly became extremely fierce.
He then punched out in an ordinary way.
"boom!"
The sword in the Sword Sect disciple's hand was shattered even before he got close to the fat man, and he received a solid punch in the heart.
The body of the man holding the long sword flew backwards, broke the railing, and then landed heavily on the bluestone on the first floor. He turned out to be dead.
Unexpectedly, a fifth-level monk was punched to death.
Seeing this, the rest of the Jian Zong stood there blankly, with shock on their faces.
The man who was punched to death by Fatty was the strongest among them.
It is enough to show that the person who punched has a level of cultivation that is at least a Monarch level monk.
It happened too suddenly.
When the middle-aged woman saw that the Jianzong disciple died in Xiulou, she shouted in a deep voice:
"You don't abide by the rules and dare to hurt people's lives in the show building. You can't leave today!"
"The guards of Xiulou listen to the order and arrest this person!"
The words fell.
I saw more than ten monks in green shirts pouring in from outside the door and approaching the second floor.
Fan Yi looked at the fat man who was calm and composed in the stone, and thought something was wrong in his heart.
The other members of the Sword Sect saw the guards of Xiulou taking action. When there were many people standing, they each drew their swords and ran towards the fat man.
He shouted:
"Kill him! Revenge your senior brother!"
The whole show building was in chaos.
The fat man walked towards the stairs calmly, with a cruel expression on his face.
He wanted to take the initiative to greet him.
When the fat man was about to approach those people, he instantly released his coercion, imprisoning those who were approaching, and casually threw those who were blocking him down the stairs.
He strode towards the middle-aged woman who was hosting the auction.
At this time, those people on the stairs were freed from their confinement, and no one dared to catch up.
A Six Realm King can act unscrupulously in the beautiful building of Huben City.
The fat man walked up to the middle-aged woman and took out another token from the storage belt.
He threw it casually and said:
"You can see clearly!"
The middle-aged woman is also well-informed, but this is the first time she has seen this token of the Mahayana Kingdom.
I was frightened by the fat man's power just now, so I could only look at it in a decent manner, praying in my heart that there would be experts coming to the city lord's palace.
Not to mention whether the identity of the other party is confirmed.
Now that Fatty killed a Jianzong disciple in Xiulou, the involvement was too big.
The middle-aged woman handed the token back with both hands.
He said carefully:
"There is nothing wrong with this token. I can let go of the previous transaction."
"It's just that I can't make the decision when it comes to killing people."
The fat man held the token in his hand.
smiled and said:
"It's easy to say, since you can't make the decision, let the person who can make the decision speak out."
When he finished speaking, the fat man didn't even look at the people upstairs and downstairs.
He was in no hurry to leave, and sat down on the edge of the stage, as if he wanted to wait.
Fan Yi still stayed in the box, observing everything outside through the stone.
A stick of incense has passed.
It was still calm outside Xiulou.
Neither Li Mi came nor the head of the Wang family and the Ding family were seen.
Fan Yi was somewhat unhappy in his heart, even if the person who died was a member of Wu Zong's enemy Jian Zong.
Today I was bullied right at the door of my house, but the head of the family didn't show up. Isn't this a joke for others to see?
Reality.
Li Mingming and his son in the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, as well as Wang Honglin and Ding Yidao who were drinking in the Flower House, have all received the news.
They were each debating in their hearts whether to take care of this matter or not.
It was indeed reported previously that the prince of the Mahayana Kingdom traveled to Qingyun State, but the appearance was never confirmed.
Another stick of incense time passed.
Li Mi finally came.
When he entered the show building, there were two white-haired old men following him, both of whom were cultivators of the monarch realm.
Fan Yi sat in the box and let out a breath.
If Li Mi comes later, I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it anymore.
