"It's so fast. We came to the door so quickly..." Tang Ming looked through the window and saw the disciples of the Sword Dao Holy Land looking for the so-called wanted criminals in the hall relying on the portraits.
When Qing'er looked at those disciples, a cold look flashed in his eyes, and the killing intent in his eyes was obvious.
Tang Ming, whose senses were different from ordinary people, had a trace of contempt flashing at the corner of his mouth, "What? Did you see your enemy?"
"No...no!" Qing'er objected repeatedly.
"Humph..." Tang Ming chuckled. How could he not guess what this little girl was thinking? He just didn't reveal it.
Compared with Qing'er's bitterness and hatred, Tang Ming was more curious about one thing, and that was why these people found him so quickly. In the past few months, although there were constant pursuits, there had never been such a publicity.
It was as if he deliberately chose this crowded place to force him out of his hiding place.
I planned to escape from here while there were many people and mixed sight.
But as soon as he opened the door to the room, he heard the voice of the disciples of the Sword Dao Holy Land.
"Tang Ming, stop hiding. I received a tip and you are right here!"
As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a falling stone that startled the water, causing an uproar in an instant.
"What? That harmful man Tang Ming is here?"
"I heard that wherever he appears, he will inevitably end up being slaughtered. He is simply possessed by the god of plague."
A series of sounds sounded, making the faces of everyone present darken a lot.
"Tang Ming, you'd better get out now, otherwise, everyone will die here because of you!" the leading disciple said coldly.
Hearing that these people were about to go on a killing spree, the faces of countless monks who came to enjoy themselves changed.
"Isn't it too overbearing for the Holy Land of Swordsmanship? We have no enmity or enmity against you!"
"Aren't you afraid of being criticized by people all over the world after this gets spread?"
Faced with these so-called accusations, the expressions of the swordsmanship disciples were extremely disdainful, and they did not take these casual cultivators seriously at all.
There is no background, no support, and no one will avenge them even if they die.
Perhaps sensing the thoughts of these guys, many casual cultivators gathered together one after another. Most of their cultivations were in the Qi Condensation realm. The few who had the Qi Condensation realm began to think about how to find a way out.
Most of the disciples traveling in the Sword Dao Holy Land are in the realm of Tongmai, so as long as they choose to join forces, there is still a slight chance of victory.
"It seems that we casual cultivators need to gather all our strength to find a way to survive."
These people do not have the power of the sect as a backer, but they are still able to cultivate to the realm of Tongmai. Obviously, there are countless ways to escape, otherwise they would have died in this troubled world.
With just a few words, Wan'an Tower instantly became two camps.
On the one hand are the monks from the sect, led by the Holy Land of Swordsmanship, who want to drive them all out.
On the other hand, there are casual cultivators who do whatever it takes to survive.
Although these casual cultivators cannot compare with each other in terms of quality, their quantity is superior.
Both sides feel that they have the conditions to win.
Suddenly, the atmosphere became extremely tense.
"kill!"
Accompanied by a roar.
The men and horses from both sides immediately started fighting together, and there were constant shouts of killing.
The fighting between the monks pitted the mortals who came to have fun. As soon as they heard the word that Tang Ming was wanted, they died in the chaos.
Countless miserable screams continued to sound along with the fire.
Tang Ming, who was sitting quietly in the room, just listened to the noise in his ears coldly.
As for Qing'er, who was still young, he was holding his little head and anxiously watching everything in front of him through the window.
The swords were shining with blood, the fire was burning, and countless blood dyed the carpet red. No one could survive.
Countless gold, silver, and rare treasures were also scattered all over the place because of the battle just now.
The greedy Madam saw the scattered treasure in front of her and quickly stepped forward to pick it up.
"Get rich, get rich!"
"With these things, why should I worry about opening another Wan'an Building?"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he was sealed with a sword by a disciple from the Sword Dao Holy Land.
"I'm sorry, our sect's treasury has been vacant recently and we need to find some treasures to fill it."
Most of the tax revenue in Luoyang City must be turned over to the sects attached to it. This is why there are a large number of sect monks in a town where mortals live.
This is especially true for brothels that spend money like water. Only with the blessing of the sect can they continue to operate, otherwise they will be wiped out the next day.
However there are pros and cons.
The advantage is that no one will do it casually.
The disadvantage is that the entire sect's property has become the sect's treasury.
Sometimes, if a sect is in urgent need of money, it is common to kill the goose to obtain the eggs.
For example, the current Wan'an Building is in this situation.
The brutal sound of fighting still rang in my ears, but it gradually became scattered, and in the end there was only the sound of fire eroding bamboo and wood.
Feeling that there were not many people left alive, Tang Ming understood that next, it was time for him to take the stage.
Otherwise, kendo disciples might come to visit him.
After covering his face with the large bamboo hat again, Tang Ming slowly opened the door.
Looking at the countless passengers who died tragically in front of them, there was a hint of helplessness in their eyes. These people died because of themselves and at the same time because of their own weakness.
There is no need for him to mourn for these people who have no control over their own life and death.
The moment the door opens.
All the eyes of the kendo disciples were fixed on him.
"Tang Ming, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"In a moment, your fate will be the same as these casual cultivators."
The monks of the sect are all equipped with powerful martial arts, which is very different from the casual cultivators.
This is also the reason why many people are trying their best to join the Holy Land and become disciples. But now it is very intuitive to see the gap between the fighting background of the two sides.
All the casual cultivators were wiped out, but only a few of the Holy Land disciples were injured.
It's no wonder that these people look down on those casual cultivators who are not qualified to join the sect. Their weapons, talents, and martial arts are not at the same level at all.
Walking into the center of the hall, Tang Ming looked around.
All the remaining disciples from the Holy Land have disappeared, except for the disciples from the Holy Land of Sword Dao.
Obviously the information of these three sects is disclosed to each other, otherwise it would not be possible to find Tang Ming so quickly.
"No wonder they say that the Seven Holy Lands are the top of the Sky Continent. It turns out they are all wearing a pair of pants."
Looking at the spiritual stone underneath which was still emitting light, Tang Ming understood everything.
Even Leng Hongchen, who owed a blood oath, would not choose to break up with other holy places. If necessary, he would abandon an unnecessary chess piece to maintain the safety of the holy places.
This person can be anyone.
What's more, Tang Ming has no connection with Canglan Holy Land. Even if his sister can achieve something in the future, it won't have much to do with him.
"Is this treatment that I can't use for myself? It seems that this world is really cruel!"
However, compared to the coldness of people's hearts, what Tang Ming wants to do now is to vent the anger in his heart.
"Now that you're all here, don't leave."
