Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Qin Xuan stood in the inn, looking at the young man.

Qin Xuan had just entered the inn when a man followed him into the inn. He was wearing black armor, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and had an extraordinary aura.

This man exuded a cold and arrogant aura, which made people feel awe-inspiring.

"One of the best guest rooms!"

A Qi training cultivator in the inn had a gleam in his eyes, ignoring Qin Xuan and directly entertaining the young man in black armor.

"Sir, please follow me!" The Qi training young man smiled humbly and looked at the young man in black armor.

"Yes!" The young man in black armor nodded lightly and was about to leave.

Qin Xuan's eyes were slightly cold, and he suddenly took a step forward, "Donor, I came here first, but you ignored me. What's the reason?"

He was unhappy and stared at the young man indifferently.

The servant in the Qi Refining Realm was startled, looked at Qin Xuan strangely, and scolded: "Monk, don't make trouble."

In his eyes, the black armored youth was extraordinary, either rich or noble, and should be a strong man.

On the other hand, Qin Xuan, who was dressed in ordinary clothes and was a monk, could have some money, so he naturally did not dare to provoke the black armored youth. If he angered the black armored youth, he, a Qi Refining Realm, would be courting death.

In the servant's eyes, even he could tell the difference at a glance, let alone Qin Xuan.

"Why did I say nonsense?" Qin Xuan glanced at the servant indifferently, his eyes became colder.

The black armored youth also frowned slightly and glanced at Qin Xuan.

The servant quickly opened his mouth and shouted, "There is only one room left in the inn, and it should be reserved for this noble young man. You are just a monk, don't do anything unreasonable, leave quickly."

He was impatient and wanted to drive him away.

When his hand was about to touch Qin Xuan, suddenly, the servant's expression froze, and then, accompanied by a sound of bone cracking, the servant seemed to be hit by a beast, his body flew out, smashing the tables and chairs, and wood chips flew.

"Ah! My hand!" The servant rolled on the ground, his face full of pain.

The black-armored young man couldn't help but look cold, and suddenly stared at Qin Xuan, "How dare you, in the Demon Control Pass, how can you do it?"

He suddenly exuded a strong aura, as powerful as a mountain, pressing towards Qin Xuan, and he turned out to be a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm.

The guests around also noticed this scene. When they saw the young man's black armor and the badge on the black armor, their pupils shrank suddenly.

"Someone from the Wende Marquis's Mansion!"

Someone lost his voice, and someone else recognized the young man's identity.

"The young marquis of the Wende Marquis's Mansion, hiss, how did he appear in the Yuyao Pass!"

"It seems that the monk seems to have had a conflict with the young marquis!"

"The monk is in trouble now. Wende Marquis has three sons. The youngest son is the youngest, but he has the best talent. It is said that..." The man who spoke lowered his voice a few points, "This son is cruel and ruthless. He is not easy to deal with. He has injured many people, even the sons of other princes and nobles of the Kingdom of God."

Qin Xuan turned his head slightly and looked at the third son of Wende Marquis.

Wende Marquis naturally knew that he was one of the seven princes of the Daqian Empire. He was extraordinary and a powerful person in the realm of Hedao.

The Central Plains is not like the Northern Wilderness. The Northern Wilderness sect is strong, and the countries are weak. Although the Central Plains has only three kingdoms of God, the country is strong and the sect is weak. Even the Desolate Treasure Tower would never dare to be an enemy of the Kingdom of God in the Central Plains.

Every kingdom of God has been based on Moyun Star for many years. The kings and princes of Daqian Kingdom are both noble and powerful.

But, so what?

Qin Xuan looked calm, and only uttered one word to the third son of Marquis Wende.

"Get lost!"

After the voice fell, the whole inn seemed to be dead silent, and many people looked at Qin Xuan in disbelief.

"Is this monk crazy!?"

"My God, he dared to insult the young marquis!"

"Where did this monk come from, and how dare he be so bold?"

Even the young marquis was slightly startled, and then his eyes were extremely gloomy.

As the son of Marquis Wende, when has he ever been insulted like this? Let him get lost? Even the prince of the current Daqian Empire has never insulted him so lightly.

"You are looking for death!" The young man's eyes were filled with murderous intent, "Don't think that I dare not take action in this Demon Control Pass!"

"Even if I kill you, a little monk, I will be safe and sound, and no one dares to touch me!"

As soon as the voice fell, the young man took action. He directly drew out the sword from his waist, and a sword sounded, which was piercing and mixed with murderous intent.

The sword was three feet long, the blade was like ice, and there were strange patterns. It turned out to be a sixth-grade magic weapon.

The young man stepped on the silver armor, and appeared in front of Qin Xuan in an instant. He swung the sword and cut it, like cutting grass.

Qin Xuan looked at the young man with indifferent eyes, the Buddha's power dissipated, and his palm slowly slapped out.

Boom!

The golden palm stretched out and collided directly with the seventh-grade magic weapon.

With a roar, the young man retreated more than ten steps, and theOn the wall of the inn, a palm print as big as a foot appeared directly, and the wall turned into nothingness.

What! ?

The young man's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he looked at Qin Xuan in disbelief.

He is now a middle-grade Nascent Soul. With the extraordinary skills in his body and the magic weapon in his hand, he dares to fight against a strong man at the peak of the Nascent Soul. Now in front of this weak monk, he was actually repelled by a palm.

Before the young man could react, Qin Xuan moved again. He took a step and appeared in front of the young man.

He just used the palm casually before, but now, Qin Xuan used the magical power of Buddhism.

Great Buddha Hand!

Boom!

The palm print is like a tower, suppressing everything in the world.

The young man's face suddenly changed, and he shouted angrily, "Bald donkey, you are looking for death!"

He shook the long sword in his hand, and in an instant, endless light shone on the long sword, and sword energy surged out, turning into a winged tiger, and rushed directly to Qin Xuan's palm print.

"The Heavenly Tiger Killing Sword Technique of Wende Marquis Mansion!" Someone lost his voice, not only that, but even people on the street looked here, and when they saw the young man and the sword technique, their pupils suddenly shrank, and their faces were full of shock.

The big Buddha's hand collided with the sword technique, and in just a moment, the tiger's head was broken, and the wings were shaken into nothingness.

It fell directly on the young man in a crushing manner.

The young man's face turned red because of the backlash of the sword technique. Regardless of the shock in his heart, he quickly sacrificed a green black tortoise armor shield, which was also a sixth-grade magic weapon.

With a roar, cracks spread on the ground.

"Not good, the inn is going to collapse!" Someone moved and turned into a rainbow and rushed out of the inn.

The inn was shaking, and then it collapsed to the ground, filled with smoke and dust. In the smoke and dust, a figure suddenly flew out after holding on for a few breaths. The young man retreated dozens of steps on the street, and each step crushed the bluestone under his feet into powder.

Until his figure stopped, the light of the black tortoise armor shield in front of him dimmed, and the young man's face turned red.

Suddenly, the young man spit out a mouthful of blood, staining the black armor red. He looked at Qin Xuan with disbelief, as if he could not accept this fact.

Qin Xuan looked at the young man indifferently, retracted his palm to hold the Buddha's power.

He looked at the young marquis of Wende Marquis's Mansion in a calm voice, and slowly uttered four words.

"Disgrace yourself!"