Yan Xian's iron sword never leaves his hand, this is the same as his previous style, this person was born for the sword.

He nodded, squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and said: "The rumors can't be taken seriously, but those old guys are all unprofitable characters, even if there is no practice to break through the Nine Turns in the ancient city, there must be some unknown secrets." ”

"Are you going to go in and touch the fish?" Jiang Ming glanced at him and asked in a low voice.

"There is this idea. Yan Xian did not deny it.

"Maybe the two of us can take care of each other. Jiang Ming has always looked at Yan Xian very pleasantly, and this time he has the opportunity, he still wants to win over this genius who is unique in swordsmanship.

"It shouldn't have to. I'm here just to visit old friends, that's all. After speaking, Yan Xian jumped straight onto the courtyard wall and turned his back to Jiang Ming.

"Don't you want to eat some?" Jiang Ming picked up a piece of fried dough sticks and asked lightly.

"I've eaten it. ”

.....

People come and go as fast as they come.

The conversation between the two was less than a cup of tea, but that's how they got along with each other.

Some people, at first glance, are like happy to see each other, talking and laughing, from astronomy to geography, as small as what brand of toilet paper to use for the toilet, talking eloquently and very happily.

And some people, sitting relatively down, speechless, do not feel embarrassed.

He and Yan Xian belong to this category.

The old friend left, Jiang Ming hurriedly ate a few fritters, turned his head and went out.

Wang Biao was already waiting at the door, as Jiang Ming's personal guard, except for not sleeping at night, he asked to follow Jiang Ming most of the time.

Now in the entire Qian City, under the influence of Pei Dahai, nearly ninety percent of the people have joined the Nine Heavens.

The rest of the ten percent have now evaporated silently.

Ninety percent of those who are willing to join, whether they are sincere or false, are not important to Jiang Ming.

When doing something, only when people understand how good the essence of things is, others will continue to stay. They think it's good, and the fake will naturally become sincere. Nine Heavens is a platform, and the goal he wants to achieve is also a verbal promise that people are willing to join and try.

In the kingdom he created, Jiang Ming's news was better than anyone else's.

He counted the corners and inns where the heads of the sects lived, and the whereabouts and numbers of the elders and disciples of each sect.

For example, Qiancheng is a miniature version of the Great Zhou Dynasty, although the sparrows are small, they have all kinds of organs, and people perform their own duties, but they do not interfere with each other. Now almost all the sects in the Great Zhou are rushing here, and the profits that can be created and the economic growth that can be brought to Qiancheng are unprecedented.

Guan is now, and the inns and restaurants of all sizes in the city are already full.

And then, that's just a subset of people who came first.

Jiang Ming and Wang Biao walked side by side, wandering the streets of Qiancheng.

The coolness of autumn can only be compared to the breeze of spring.

"You don't really know who Lao Tzu is? I don't care who lives up there, you make room for me. ”

At this moment, an arrogant and arrogant voice sounded in the noisy streets.

Jiang Ming stopped and looked curiously in the direction where the voice came from.

I saw that at the door of a restaurant called Yuerenju, a large number of people were bustling around.

A middle-aged man with a thin figure and a gloomy face was holding his hands behind his back, raising his head proudly, and saying something loudly.

In front of him stood a calm and obese old man, who should be the shopkeeper of the restaurant.

"It is true that the rooms in our hotel are full, and the guest officer can go to other stores to see if there are any available rooms. The fat old man looked at the middle-aged man with a smile, and he was not afraid.

"I, cold northwest, Yang Xiong. You don't know?" the middle-aged man squinted at the obese old man and laughed coldly.

this

There was a sudden gasp around them.

"Is that wanted criminal Qi Qi Northwest? Why did he come to Qiancheng? and he appeared in the city so openly, isn't he afraid of being chased by the local government?" a young knight whispered in confusion.

"Yang Xiong is also too arrogant, I don't know how many masters we have sent from the righteous path. Didn't he force us to destroy the demons?"

The obese old man was stunned, obviously having heard of Yang Xiong's notoriety, and was in a dilemma for a while.

If he didn't do what Yang Xiong said, he would be crazy, which would be troublesome.

But if you do what Yang Xiong said, you will smash your own signboard, so who would dare to stay in his restaurant?

The most important thing in doing business is to speak the word integrity.

He lowered his eyes, and was about to think about how to respond, but he didn't know that someone had already picked up his words.

"Lang Lang Qiankun, there are still people in the world who dare to do such a thing as forcing others. Is....... At first, I was still thinking, who it could be, but after knowing that it was Yang Xiong, who was known as the cold northwest, I was immediately relieved. A wanted criminal only......."

....

A thin figure emerged from the crowd.

He was wearing a dark clothes, delicate and atmospheric piping embroidery, light and soft fabric, and the clothes seemed to be able to be automatic without wind, which added a little luster to him!

After Yang Xiong saw the faces of the people who came, his face changed slightly, and then he kept sneering, "It turned out to be Huaxi of the Qingcheng faction, I heard that your entire sect has been served by someone, why don't you go to rebuild the mountain gate, why are you here to preach to the uncle?"

Huaxi cranked the folding fan in his hand, indescribably elegant and chic, and said with a faint smile: "The mountain gate is just a shell, which faction of the Qingcheng faction has no mountain gate, it is still the Qingcheng faction, and I am still the senior brother of the Qingcheng faction, so I should naturally take care of it when I see injustice." ”

"Hehe, it's really a lot of fate with Qingcheng. Jiang Ming smiled at Wang Biao beside him and signaled him not to act rashly. I haven't seen Huaxi for a long time, but he still loves it so much.

"Injustice? Uncle wants to sleep, what kind of injustice is it?" Yang Xiong snorted coldly and shouted, "Don't be nosy." ”

Huaxi shook his head, his body swayed slightly, and it was directly a heart-shattering palm, slapping towards Yang Xiong's heart.

This palm is powerful, and his cultivation has improved a lot.

Yang Xiong knew that it was powerful, and he just wanted to hide.

As soon as there was a flower in front of him, a slender figure stood in front of him.

"Private fighting is forbidden in the city. ”

Jiang Ming lightly unloaded Huaxi's heart-destroying palm power, and looked at Huaxi in front of him with a stunned face, "Long time no see, Senior Brother Hua." ”

"Is that you?"

Huaxi's eyelids jumped, and she unconsciously thought of the previous scene where Jiang Ming killed the Quartet.

"It's me. Jiang Ming smiled and repeated: "Private fighting is forbidden in the city, and please give me a thin noodle." ”

He turned around and said lightly: "Qiancheng welcomes heroes from all factions on the rivers and lakes to come as guests, but here, you must abide by the rules here, whether it is black or white, whether it is a wanted criminal or a righteous leader, you can't do anything in the city, you want to fight or kill out of the city, feel free." ”