Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

The man who called out to Lu Wensheng was dressed in cloth and had a handsome appearance, but he was ordinary among the monks. Moreover, his gloomy and cunning expression ruined the beauty of his appearance.

Lu Wensheng: "You are..." The man's voice sounded familiar, but he had never seen him before.

However, the other party was obviously a villain who didn't want to die because of talking too much. He didn't answer Lu Wensheng, but sneered and took action directly.

Lu Wensheng frowned slightly. Just as he was wondering, he suddenly heard a warning sign in his ears. A strong wind made the skin on his cheek shrink. Liu Jiqian next to him quickly pulled the person away.

The flying blade with a cold glow was accompanied by the sound of sharp air tearing. The sharp and small hidden weapon almost brushed past Lu Wensheng's cheek. There was a continuous dull sound behind him. The flying blade with a red tassel sank into the pillar behind, and the soft red hairs fell off - this monk, whose identity was unknown, used a killing move as soon as he made a move.

No one else expected that this man was so bold that he would dare to take action in public.

Wei Xun and the others subconsciously reached for the weapons they usually carried, but found nothing - they had forgotten that they were not with them.

The commotion here attracted the attention of many residents. Lu Wensheng frowned, looked at the strange monk vigilantly, and reminded others.

"You'd better not do anything, lest your identity be suspected."

Yan Qingshu looked around for weapons: "We are 'fellow villagers'. It is reasonable for us to take action when we see you being bullied!"

Jin Jianxian nodded: "We will help you." He couldn't always let Junior Brother Lu take the lead.

Wei Xun paused. His voice was not very loud, but it was clear enough to be heard.

"The wife sings and the husband follows."

These words caused Yan Qingshu, who had spent money to get the stick, to raise his eyebrows and look at him.

"Is there a problem? Didn't you say so? A wife arranged by parents and matchmaker." Wei Xun took the stick from Yan Qingshu's hand without any hesitation and weighed it.

Yan Qingshu: “No problem!” It would be a waste not to take advantage of the male mother!

Gu Jinzhi raised his paw: "I am a brave man who does what is right!"

Ning Rongrong: "Cooperate with the young master to protect him bravely."

Yin Junhuai smiled and said nothing, but he also stood next to Lu Wensheng with a few others. He was full of justice and pulled Bi Nanfeng, who was about to rush out, behind him.

Xun Ruo held the pipa in his arms - although the music had no effect, the pipa was still quite heavy. There was really no other way. It should be no problem to throw it out and hit someone.

Liu Jiqian pulled Lu Wensheng over and stood at the front. He took out a sword used for performing rituals at some point.

"None of you can escape."

The man smiled sinisterly and threw a round ball at the few people. The ball exploded in the air, and something like pollen floated down.

Lu Wensheng grabbed the cloth from the stall next to him and rolled up the scattered "pollen" to at least ensure that they would not be contaminated by it.

Liu Jiqian acted decisively. A flash of lightning shot straight into the opponent's chest. The sword swirled in his hand, tightly covering the man's vitals - even an unsharpened sword looked sharp in his hand.

It was obviously not a wise choice to fight with the famous leader of the Wenxian Sect. The man avoided the fight and his accomplices came out to help restrain him.

"Instead of getting entangled with us, Chief Liu should take care of the people around him."

Liu Jiqian was not distracted. He seemed to be able to confront several people with ease. His sword was as straight as a spear and he stabbed it into the opponent's exposed flaws without hesitation.

The man who was stabbed shook his body, then slowly fell backwards, blood gushing out of his heart. It was obvious that he was dead - the fact that an unsharpened sword could be used like this showed that he had a solid foundation.

After shaking off the blood from the tip of the sword, Liu Jiqian saw several people retreating vigilantly, then looked at the others behind him and frowned.

The "pollen" did not fall on Lu Wensheng and the others, but a lot of it was blown by the wind onto the surrounding residents. The expressions of the residents who were originally watching the fun gradually changed.

The residents took off their human disguises and stared at the few people with their dark eyes. Sharp sounds like nails scratching on a blackboard came from their throats, their bones made creaking sounds, and their skin turned blue with a dead look.

Seeing Liu Jiqian's attention diverted, the monks looked at each other and took the opportunity to escape.

Liu Jiqian glanced at them and did not chase after them. Instead, he immediately went to Lu Wensheng and the others.

"You are not from here...you all deserve to die!!!"

They were on a densely populated street, and as the "pollen" that had become unclear spread, more and more residents were transforming - and there were no signs of it, as if they had gone berserk and only wanted to get rid of the monks who entered here.

Without waiting for some of the residents to complete their transformation, Lu Wensheng picked up the wooden board on the stall next to him and hit the residents, cutting off their hands and feet cleanly, leaving others stunned - they didn't expect the man from the Discipline Hall to have such a wild style.

"Before they attack, let's clear the way to the City Lord's Mansion!"

Liu Jiqian was the first to respond. As the only Chief Liu with a decent weapon, he took the initiative to lead the way. Then followed by our iron-willed Chief Wei and Yin Junhuai - this wave of sword cultivators scored a lot.

Gu Jinzhi is not like his father, who can use fists to kill. As an ordinary medical practitioner, he can use needles, but it is difficult for him to use a sword.

If there were no restrictions, it would be fine for him to throw needles or pills, but he has nothing on him, and he may not be able to hit the target even if he swings the stick.

Gu Jinzhi: I admit it, I am just a little waste.

Ning Rongrong was as supportive as ever, carrying the "young master" who had no strength in his arms or abdominal muscles on her shoulders - the petite person carried Gu Jinzhi easily and flexibly.

It really proves what is meant by "concentration is essence".

Gu Jinzhi was extremely moved - if he felt embarrassed at first, now he felt nothing at all and even wanted to bow down to Ning Rongrong.

Sweet girl's critical hit is really a critical hit!!!

Gu Jinzhi: You have always protected me before, this time... I'm counting on you too! (○｀ 3′○)

Song Wen: “…” How many weirdos are there among these people?!?!

Xun Ruo carried a pipa on his back and imitated Lu Wensheng by picking up things he passed by and using them as weapons. Yan Qingshu looked at the broken stick in his hand and turned his eyes to Xun Ruo.

"Fellow Daoist Xun, do you want to use your pipa now?"

Xun Ruo's attention was on the violent residents, and he didn't think much about what Yan Qingshu said.

"Need not."

"Can I use it?"

Le Xiu's musical instrument is a weapon, so she naturally would not give it to others. However, the pipa on her body was an illusion, so when she heard Yan Qingshu's question, Xun Ruo was stunned and gave the pipa to her.

Yan Qingshu turned the pipa upside down, grabbed the head with both hands, and tried swinging it like a baseball - he felt it felt good, but a little heavy.

Xun Ruo saw her movements out of the corner of his eye, his brows jumped, and he had a bad premonition.