Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Odd-job disciple! ?

Almost everyone was dumbfounded.

Most of them did not know the name of Hanfeng Sect, but the four words "odd-job disciple" shocked them.

How could a mere odd-job disciple dare to be so arrogant?

"Hanfeng Sect, what rank sect is it?"

Liu Yun's expression became more ferocious from the muttering of someone unknown.

"Qin Xuan!"

If he believed the four words "odd-job disciple", he would be really crazy. The three words "Hanfeng Sect" were even more familiar to him.

The other party called himself an odd-job disciple, which was undoubtedly humiliating him.

He was a disciple of Qinghe Sect, but he was not as good as an odd-job disciple.

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At the south gate of Chitu City, Qin Xuan led Zhuiyunju.

He walked in this Chitu City. He had come here countless times in his previous life.

Back then, he teleported to the northern wilderness, suffering from hunger and cold, and could not bear the pressure of this star.

Finally, he was rescued by a disciple of Hanfeng Sect and entered Hanfeng Sect as a handyman.

Ten years of chopping wood, and you will naturally acquire the sword spirit of chopping wood.

Qin Xuan's eyes were full of vicissitudes. Now, Hanfeng Sect should have been destroyed for more than 70 years.

Thinking of this northern wilderness, the rise and fall of sects are like floating clouds. Hanfeng Sect has long disappeared in the years.

With a sigh, Qin Xuan saw the south gate of Chitu City.

He paused slightly at the gate.

A Qinghe chariot and three chasing cloud horses were outside the south gate.

He Xi did not break her promise, but there was one more person beside her.

The Lord of Chitu City, Luo Yang.

A great cultivator in the God Transformation Realm!

Qin Xuan looked at He Xi and couldn't help but smile faintly.

Compared with Liu Yun, this He Xi is a little thoughtful.

Even though he was unwilling, he would not rashly provoke an unpredictable person, but used the Lord of Chitu City to suppress him.

Qin Xuan smiled, led Zhui Yunju and continued to move forward, his eyes as calm as water.

However, did she really think that a mere Divine Transformation cultivator could intimidate Qin Changqing?

"Daoyou, Zhui Yunju and Qingheli are both here."

When Qin Xuan stepped on the ground, He Xi had already spoken softly.

Luo Yang on the side stared at Qin Xuan, his eyes slightly shaking.

Silently, his eyes seemed to gather a great momentum.

That was the power of Divine Transformation!

Like a tidal sea, it came out from the south gate and swept towards Qin Xuan alone.

None of the 800 soldiers in Chitu City came, but this one person was enough to resist thousands of troops.

From that mighty momentum, Qin Xuan's footsteps never paused, as if the power of Divine Transformation was like a breeze blowing on his face.

At this scene, He Xi's pupils trembled slightly, and even Luo Yang's eyes narrowed slightly.

"You are quite capable!"

Suddenly, the momentum dissipated, and Luo Yang looked at Qin Xuan quietly.

"I see that you are not old, but you can resist the power of my transformation. No wonder you dare to be so arrogant and hurt people in Chitu City." Luo Yang spoke calmly, looking at Qin Xuan, "But, do you really plan to just leave like this?"

Luo Yang's words were calm, but he hid his sharpness.

Qin Xuan finally paused slightly, and he glanced at Luo Yang.

"What if not?"

Qin Xuan looked at Luo Yang, his lips slightly opened and closed, "You want to stop me?"

"With your lower-grade transformation, or with the eight hundred cultivators in Chitu City?"

After the voice fell, Luo Yang's eyes suddenly changed, like the waves of the lake.

He Xi's face changed slightly, and she looked at Qin Xuan in surprise.

Before, Qin Xuan was so arrogant, but now, facing the Lord of Chitu City, a great cultivator of the Incarnation Realm, he was still as arrogant as ever.

Who is this person?

Luo Yang stared at Qin Xuan, and just when he was about to speak, Qin Xuan continued to step forward, leading the chasing cloud horse.

"How dare you!"

There was a trace of anger in Luo Yang's eyes. He was a great cultivator of the Incarnation Realm, and the Lord of this city, with a life span of more than 700 years.

In his eyes, Qin Xuan, who was more than a hundred years old, was no different from a child.

But such a person dared to violate his rules and ignore him.

At the moment Qin Xuan stepped forward, Luo Yang's eyes were full of divine power again.

Indistinctly, a needle-like divine consciousness condensed from his pupils.

Silently, this divine consciousness had already rushed towards Qin Xuan.

It arrived in an instant, and a thought had already entered Qin Xuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

The entire south gate of Chitu City seemed to be silent.

He Xi turned her head slightly, her face changed slightly. She could sense the anger of the city lord beside her, and she had already moved her consciousness.

What made He Xi's face even more solemn was that Qin Xuan's footsteps had not slowed down at all, and he was still walking slowly.

How could it be possible?

Even Luo Yang was shocked. He wanted to shock him with his consciousness, but when he entered the other party's sea of ​​consciousness, it was like mud sinking into the sea.

Qin Xuan walked slowly, and suddenly, he looked up and smiled lightly.

"It's impolite not to return the favor!"

His feet landed slowly, and suddenly, a ray of imperial thoughts emerged in his pupils.

Only a ray, condensed in his eyes without leaving.

Boom!

In an instant, Luo Yang's needle-like consciousness was completely shattered.Luo Yang's face turned pale, and his pupils shrank to the extreme, looking at Qin Xuan in horror.

He didn't even know how his consciousness was broken, and in Qin Xuan's pupils, he was even a little confused.

In his pupils, he seemed to see the boundless world.

He saw a sacred tree that was tens of millions of feet tall, and one leaf was enough to wipe him out.

In just a moment, Luo Yang suddenly came back to his senses, and unconsciously, cold sweat had already oozed out of his forehead and back.

How is it possible! ?

Luo Yang's heart trembled, and he looked at Qin Xuan in disbelief.

This boy was only a hundred years old, but he had silently destroyed his consciousness and shocked him.

In just a moment, Luo Yang had already fixed his eyes, and his thoughts were turning.

No matter who the other party was, this method alone was enough to make him afraid.

Those who can have such strength, and the Divine Transformation cultivator who is stronger than him, are the real disciples of the big sects, holding precious treasures, or even soul-protecting magic weapons.

No matter which one, Luo Yang...can't afford to offend them.

The great Divine Transformation cultivator is the lord of the city in Chitu City.

But Luo Yang knows better that there are countless strong people in this northern wilderness, and his country is nothing but dust to those big sects.

Just as Luo Yang's thoughts turned, Qin Xuan had already walked in front of him.

"You, are blocking the way!"

Qin Xuan glanced at Luo Yang lightly and said lightly.

Unconsciously, Luo Yang took a step back and made way for Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan tied the reins in his hand to the three chasing cloud horses, and then he looked at the green and blue Qinghe chariot, which was comparable to the ninth-grade magic weapon, and smiled lightly.

Step forward and get on the chariot!

He Xi's pupils shrank suddenly. She looked at Qin Xuan's leisurely appearance, and her heart was shocked.

Luo Yang's face changed, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

Qin Xuan sat on the Qinghe chariot, holding the reins and shook it gently.

"Go!"

With a light shout, the dust flew under the feet of the four chasing clouds. As for Luo Yang and He Xi, he didn't pay any attention to them.

As if nothing happened!

After Qin Xuan left, Luo Yang looked at the flying dust and turned to look at He Xi.

"He Xi, I can't help you with this!"

Luo Yang sighed lightly: "This boy..."

He slowly said his evaluation.

"Unfathomable!"

After the voice fell, He Xi's face was slightly shocked, looking at the dust, unable to speak for a long time.