Tian Yuan

Chapter 2151 1 look

Chen Qingyuan and Chu Mo stood there, motionless. They stared at the scene, like children playing, their faces indifferent, their eyes calm.

Liuxinju caused quite a stir, which immediately attracted the attention of various forces in the city.

Thousands of figures appeared in the clouds, all staring at the same target.

"The guy who caused the trouble this time is quite capable."

"It won't cause much trouble and will be suppressed soon."

"For the sake of the city's stability, we can't let them continue to cause trouble."

The various forces stationed here were completely unaware that today's events were completely different from the past. They discussed the matter with a relaxed look on their faces, talking and laughing.

After fighting for more than ten rounds, Song Mang had already gained the upper hand. In half an incense stick of time at most, he would surely be able to break through the defenses of Liuxin Residence.

In order to complete Chen Qingyuan's order as quickly as possible, Song Mang used all his tricks, just to get a quick victory, and thus suppressed his opponent in a very short time.

boom!

Song Mang swung his sword, forcing the manager to retreat continuously. His body smashed into hundreds of attics nearby. His blood surged in his body and veins bulged all over his body.

After a few more moves, the manager could no longer withstand the pressure. He was hit by Song Mang's full-strength sword without paying attention. A hideous wound was cut on his body, and blood flowed out, soaking his clothes in an instant.

"City Lord, save me!"

The brothel's manager had thought they could contain the troublemakers, but who knew this would happen? There was nothing they could do. In this situation, they couldn't afford to lose face; their lives were at stake. They quickly shouted for help.

clang!

Song Mang swung his sword again, but the fierce sword force did not fall on the enemy in front of him, nor did it break the restriction of Liuxinju. Instead, it was blocked by a powerful force.

"not good!"

In an instant, Song Mang's face changed in shock, his whole body tensed up, and he felt something was wrong.

He knew that it must be the Lord of Linfeng City who took action.

"The city lord is here, and the farce is over."

Creatures of all races looked at this scene, as if they had already foreseen the fate of the troublemakers.

Knowing it was impossible, Song Mang refused to give up and tried to struggle, raising his sword to strike again. However, when he raised his hand, he found that his body was restrained and unable to move.

This overwhelming feeling of powerlessness filled Song Mang with anxiety. However, he didn't despair, believing that Chen Qingyuan wouldn't sit idly by and could resolve this troublesome matter.

clatter! clatter!

The city lord appeared, wearing a green robe, tall and with a serious expression.

He is a member of the Eagle Clan. Although he is in human form, many parts of his body retain the characteristics of the Eagle Clan, such as eyes, nails, skin color, hair, etc.

"See the City Lord."

The creatures of all races who were watching the excitement bowed and worshipped with great respect.

The brothel manager ignored his own injuries and quickly walked to the city lord, calling him "city lord". Then he said that someone was causing trouble and it was only because of his lack of strength that he could not capture the person, and asked for punishment.

The city lord waved his hand, signaling the manager to step aside.

While the manager of the brothel was treating his own injuries, he stared at Song Mang with a ferocious look, as if saying "You are dead".

The city lord ignored Song Mang, a mere cultivator undergoing tribulation, who could be suppressed with a flick of his hand. His attention was focused on Chen Qingyuan and Chu Mo, who were standing in the middle of the street. He looked at them carefully with a serious expression.

Despite the aftermath of the previous battle, these two men remained motionless, clearly not ordinary people. Furthermore, local informants reported that the troublemaker and these two distinguished young men were traveling together.

If the city lord had not been unsure of the origins of these two people, he would have slapped Song Mang to death long ago, and would not have simply imprisoned him.

"What are your origins? What are your names?"

The city lord came straight to the point and asked directly.

Chu Mo had no interest in dealing with such a small person. He looked indifferent and had no intention of responding.

Chen Qingyuan was also in no mood to deal with the other party and just gave him a look.

boom--

The city lord and Chen Qingyuan looked at each other, and suddenly their bodies trembled, as if they had been electrocuted. They lost their original calmness and solemnity, and their faces were filled with fear.

At this moment, the city lord saw a scene he had never seen in his life. It was not a sea of ​​blood and corpses, nor various tortures, but this mountain.

A mountain with no peak in sight!

He stood at the foot of the mountain, like an inconspicuous pebble.

He looked up at the mountain, and an indescribable fear surged in his heart, spreading throughout his body and eroding his soul.

In the dreamland, a violent storm suddenly arose. He instinctively tried to avoid it, but there was nowhere to escape. He could only let the rain wash over him. Every drop of rain contained an incomparably heavy force, which made him breathless and extremely uncomfortable.

Immediately afterwards, the ground of the illusion collapsed, and his body sank and fell into the abyss.

No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the abyss. Trapped in the pitch-black, cold abyss, the fear deep in his heart was constantly magnified, and his soul suffered inhuman torture.

He was like a drowning man, struggling desperately but to no avail.

What is even more painful is that he can neither escape from the sea of ​​suffering nor face death. He can only wander between life and death endlessly.

Pfft!

In the real world, the City Lord was only glanced at by Chen Qingyuan before his body suddenly sank and he knelt on the ground. His knees smashed the floor, splashing countless debris.

The city lord's body was shaking violently, and he seemed to be in some pain.

The previous moment, the city lord was still in a majestic posture.

In a blink of an eye, the city lord knelt on the ground, his face pale and his eyes dull.

The situation changed so quickly that no one could react.

The city was silent, as cold as a cicada.

After a few breaths, a cry of fear was heard.

"City Lord!"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Why...why is the city lord kneeling on the ground? What happened?"

"Impossible! Impossible!"

Some people called out to the city lord, extremely anxious. Others looked on in horror, unable to utter a single word.

"Could it be that the City Lord made a mistake in his cultivation and it just happened to break out at this moment?"

Some guys speculate like this and need to find something relatively reasonable to convince themselves.

"This should be!"

Everyone was terrified and agreed.

"It can't be related to them! It must be the city lord himself."

The strong men from all races couldn't help but glance at Chen Qingyuan, and shuddered, not daring to think deeply about this possibility.

"The city lord is in poor health, protect him immediately."

The situation developed beyond everyone's expectations. Several tribulation-crossing monks appeared, hoping to stabilize the situation as quickly as possible to prevent further chaos. They were the guards of the City Lord's Mansion and were obliged to intervene to protect the situation.

Just as these monks who were undergoing tribulation were about to approach the city lord and help him up, an extremely terrifying pressure came upon them, causing them to fall from a high altitude. They landed on the ground with a "bang", creating several deep pits.