Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 108 Give Me an Explanation
From a subjective perspective, Wang Chen considers himself to be a kind person, but that does not mean that he has to hold back and endure it even if the other party releases murderous intent.
The swordsmanship of the two law enforcement cultivators just now seemed clean and neat to others, but in his eyes, although it was crude and simple, the murderous intent of the swordsmen was obvious. If he was not in the second nirvana, but was truly at the air-controlling realm as demonstrated by the breath-concealing technique, he would most likely be killed on the spot.
It's a good deal for them to lose a leg.
After all, Wang Chen is a kind cultivator who knows how to be grateful.
The entire hall was in complete silence, with only the suppressed screams of the two law enforcement practitioners remaining, as piercing as the cries of trapped beasts.
They lowered their bodies and half-knelt on the ground, but they did not dare to pull out the long swords that were deeply embedded in the bluestone ground, let alone look at Wang Chen.
To be able to take the flying sword from their hands silently and easily after they have already drawn their swords, one needs to crush them from at least two aspects.
On the one hand, it is the crushing level of cultivation, and on the other hand, it is the crushing understanding of swordsmanship.
They knew very well that the inconspicuous monk in front of them was a terrifying swordsman, who had at least reached the Nirvana realm.
Zhang Muran looked pale.
She had seen how Wang Chen killed Green-faced Dragon and Black Tiger, and knew that he was a decisive person.
But no one would have expected that Wang Chen would actually severely injure the law enforcement cultivators in Tucheng.
This kind of behavior is like that of a madman who only cares about short-term gains and losses without regard for any consequences.
The drinkers who were drinking and eating meat around could hardly believe their eyes.
"Although this monk seems to be hiding his abilities, does he really think of himself as a great monk?"
Even a powerful dragon cannot suppress a local snake. No matter how powerful a cultivator is, there will always be a day when he will hit a wall. Being able to bend and stretch, and to judge the situation, is the way to survive in the world of cultivation.
Many onlookers, although shocked by Wang Chen's cultivation and ruthlessness, could not help but shake their heads after figuring this out.
There were many cultivators with hot tempers, all of whom were young and frivolous, and had outstanding talents. Every year, there were many who caused trouble in Tucheng, but without exception, breaking their limbs and abolishing their cultivation were considered the lightest punishments.
To put it bluntly, Tucheng would clear several truckloads of these young men and send them to mass graves every year.
If it was someone from the upper sect, or even someone from the lower thirty-three sects, Tucheng might blame his own law enforcement monks for being blind and said they deserved the beating.
But if the other party is just a casual cultivator, or an ordinary disciple of an inferior sect, and dares to hurt the law enforcement cultivator, according to Tucheng's style, at least his limbs will be cut off and he will be hung on a long pole to dry in the wind and sand.
Otherwise, without the thunder-like means, how could his Tucheng stand in this precious land for a hundred years?
Everyone was silent, looking at Wang Chen as if they saw his life entering the countdown.
The sandstorm was still swirling and howling.
But above the sky, a small boat full of ancient charm, with a veil hanging down and a faint fragrance, floated down, followed by a luxurious chariot that seemed to be made of gold.
Suddenly, a thunderous laughter was heard from the Tucheng City.
"Miss, you have come to Tucheng. Tucheng is honored!"
Amidst the laughter, a cultivator wearing a bright red cape, with black hair and a long beard, and looking very majestic, flew in from the top of the earthen city wall.
Behind him, dozens of law enforcement practitioners were neatly dressed and lined up in two rows, flying in the air and landing at the same time, waiting respectfully for the small boat to slowly descend from the sky.
Zhang Muran sensitively noticed that Wang Chen's expression changed at this moment.
"It's too late to be afraid now." She sighed softly.
The Lord of Tucheng is a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building.
But even for cultivators in the early stage of foundation building, their cultivation is divided into different levels, and the Lord of Tucheng is among the top ones among the cultivators in the early stage of foundation building.
He can even compete with ordinary cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building.
Zhang Muran was certain that a master like Wang Chen had already recognized the city lord's strength and was now in a difficult situation.
Two pretty maids bent down, walked out of the boat, and gently lifted the veil of the boat.
A slim and beautiful girl came out. She was wearing a lake green long dress. When she bent down slightly and passed through the lifted gauze, a few strands of black and soft long hair fell down, looking quiet and picturesque.
Looking at the smiling Tucheng City Lord, she just nodded lightly.
Then, the luxurious golden carriage landed, and a young man in white fluttering clothes, with noble bearing and handsome appearance walked out of it.
Zhang Muran was staring blankly at the unparalleled beauty of the girl, who even the Lord of Tucheng was polite to, almost fawning on her, but he heard the sound of broken porcelain cups rubbing against each other behind him.
Then he let out a loud shout in frustration.
"How dare you hit me? I will cut off your flesh piece by piece and kill all your clans!"
It’s Yuan Yu.
The kick made him unconscious for ten breaths, and he finally woke up.
The burning pain on his face instantly reminded him of what happened before he fell into a coma. When had he, Yuan Yu, ever suffered such an injustice?
Anger instantly filled his chest.
The anger just turned into resentful words that burst out, and then he saw two subordinates who were pale, half-kneeling, covering their feet and groaning.
And not far away, the Lord of Tucheng, who was wearing a bright red cloak, was staring at him with a sharp and cold gaze, making him feel uneasy.
There were many people around Yuan Yu, but he suddenly felt abandoned by the world and was frozen in place as if he were under a spell.
In the ears of countless people, the howling wind in Tucheng suddenly became quiet.
The face of the Tucheng City Lord suddenly darkened, and he bowed to the woman and said, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, young lady. I'll be back soon."
With his cloak spread out, he appeared on the scene like a ghost amid the fierce wind.
The cold gaze swept over Yuan Yu, the two law enforcement cultivators who were nailed to the ground with their heads down, and finally stopped on Wang Chen's face.
In an instant, he had a guess in his mind about what had happened.
"I want an explanation." The Lord of Tucheng looked at Wang Chen coldly. The true power that had been condensed for a long time was like a steel needle that pierced people's skin and flesh and caused pain.
The Tucheng Law Enforcement Team is the face of Tucheng. Now that he has been slapped in the face, if he can still endure it, then he should not be the city lord anymore.
Being able to sit firmly on the throne of Tucheng City Lord for so many years, he is definitely not a soft-hearted person. If it were normal times, he would have taken lightning action to capture this young man who relied on his skills and did not care about the consequences.
But at this moment, there was a distinguished guest watching, and he did not want to leave an arrogant and domineering image, so he had to at least have a little bit of reason first.
Seeing the city lord staring at Wang Chen, Yuan Yu was moved and shouted with resentment: "City Lord, this man openly disrupted the laws of Tucheng and attacked the law enforcement team. He is so bold and reckless. I respectfully ask the city lord to cut off his limbs. I am willing to torture this evildoer to death outside the city to serve as a warning to others."
Yuan Yu's voice was loud and straight, and he stood straight like a well-trained soldier.
He wiped the blood off his face, his eyes gleaming with resentment.
As the youngest and most gifted cultivator in Tucheng, he was born into a branch of a cultivation family, had some distant relationship with the city lord, and was usually very admired.
Even though he had just lost his composure in front of the distinguished guest, he knew very well that the Lord of Tucheng would not blame him.
Because the Lord of Tucheng was waiting for his preemptive words.
In the end, he will definitely be given a chance to make this monk who dared to attack the law enforcement cultivators in Tucheng and damaged his most precious facial features regret coming into this world.
The Tucheng City Lord's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
His pupils shrank slightly, and Wang Chen also felt murderous intent in his heart, and his true energy slowly flowed.
Zhang Muran closed his eyes in pain.
"Give me an explanation."
Suddenly, a sweet voice broke the tense situation.
Even in his rage, a smile instantly appeared on the face of the Tucheng City Lord.
He can kill any independent cultivator at any time, but he must not offend the big shot in front of him.
Everyone's eyes were on the woman walking towards them. Her lake green gauze and soft long hair fluttered in the wind, like a banished fairy walking lightly on a calm lake.
"Give me an explanation, who is she!" She suddenly cried out sadly, looking at Wang Chen, but pointing angrily at Zhang Muran.
