Chapter 162

In the courtyard of the first three sections of the guard bureau, the atmosphere was heavy to the extreme.

On one side were hundreds of cultivators from the Western Depot, coming aggressively and bullying others with their power!

On the other side were hundreds of guards and laborers from the Zhenyuan Guard Bureau, their expressions firm, swearing to protect the bureau to the death.

Both sides were at daggers drawn, with a posture of fighting to the death if they disagreed.

The leader of the Western Depot cultivators was a fat man in his forties, his face full of arrogance and sarcasm: "Yo, Brother Murong, what is this for?"

Murong Fang said coldly: "Wei Ruhai, things have already reached this point, so don't be a whore and still want to set up a memorial arch. If you have any tricks, lay them out!"

"Good!" The fat man Wei Ruhai stopped smiling and paced back and forth: "In these years, I have taken the water routes, and you have taken the land routes. We were supposed to mind our own business, but nowadays the world is difficult, and business is even harder.

After careful consideration, why don't we combine our water and land routes into one family, make money together, and then..."

He rambled on endlessly.

Heng Xian watched from afar and suddenly discovered that the cook transformed from Zhu Fei had run to a flower bed not far between the two groups of people at some point, holding a pair of scissors, pretending to trim the grass while winking at him fiercely.

A cook not cooking, but running to a tense place where a fight was about to break out to trim grass.

This appearance was as incongruous as it could be!

The Western Depot cultivators and the Zhenyuan Guard Bureau guards couldn't help but look at him one after another, but due to the situation, no one spoke.

Zhu Fei was still winking at Heng Xian openly, as if to say: Go! Go! Make trouble! Mess them up, let's start the plan!

Go your mother! Can you be any more exaggerated? What kind of acting is this?

Heng Xian cursed secretly and gave him a "wait a moment" gesture.

This gesture also fell into the eyes of the cultivators and guards on both sides.

Thus, Wei Ruhai and Murong Fang in the field were arguing endlessly, while the dark mass of cultivators and guards on both sides looked at Zhu Fei, then at Heng Xian, and a thought popped into their minds:

What the hell are these two doing?

Are they kidding?

Young Master Xu couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "Is this little clerk's brain broken? He doesn't even look at the situation, messing around!"

Murong Zhiwei also frowned.

Heng Xian suddenly turned and left, heading straight for the inner courtyard of the last three sections, arriving at the roof of Murong Fang's room. He sniffed again, and the medicinal fragrance was extremely rich.

There was still one stick of incense time before it matured and could be picked!

He looked at the direction where the two sides were deadlocked in the front yard, his eyes rolling. Make trouble, divert attention, and then run away?

At this time in the front yard, Wei Ruhai and Murong Fang had completely broken off talks.

Wei Ruhai sneered: "Today I have the final say. The Zhenyuan Guard Bureau must be sold, whether you want to sell it or not!"

"Wei, you are just relying on your brother-in-law. Otherwise, what are you?"

Murong Fang, Murong Zhiwei, Wu Liang, and a group of others were furious, their eyes splitting.

Wei Ruhai was triumphant: "That's right! Exactly! My brother-in-law is a direct disciple of the Da Luo Holy Sect, an existence you can't afford to provoke in eight lifetimes!"

Saying this, he pulled out a drooling, foolish youth from behind him and said to Murong Fang: "This is my son. He will marry your daughter Murong Zhiwei. Our two families will become in-laws, and the two families will become one. This is the only condition. Otherwise, we will have a fight today, and it is unknown how many people will survive in the Zhenyuan Guard Bureau!"

"Do you think I'm afraid of you!" Murong Fang was furious.

Murong Zhiwei was also ashamed and angry: "This is truly bullying people too much. Who do you think you are?"

Wei Ruhai sneered, word by word: "I am the Heavenly King!"

Saying this, he raised his hand, pretending to wave it down, and hundreds of cultivators behind him drew their spiritual artifacts in unison.

And the Zhenyuan Guard Bureau, from Chief Guard Murong Fang to the servants at the Post-Heaven Realm, also took out their spiritual artifacts, preparing to meet the attack.

A great battle was imminent!

Just at this moment, a voice came from not far away: "Am I not the Heavenly King? Do you also want to be the Heavenly King?"

"Uh..."

Hundreds of cultivators and guards on both sides couldn't help but look at the place where the voice came from.

They saw a person dressed as a clerk walking slowly, looking completely harmless.

It was Heng Xian!

Not far away, the impatient Zhu Fei's face softened, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

And the group of Western Depot cultivators were all confused. What, what is this situation? A small clerk from the Zhenyuan Guard Bureau is also so arrogant?

And Murong Fang, Wu Liang, Wu Liang, Zhou Fang, Murong Zhiwei, and the group were even more confused.

What is this doing? They were about to fight for their lives, and this little clerk didn't run away, but came here to say what nonsense? Is he crazy?

Young Master Xu also looked suspicious and couldn't help but shout: "You dog thing, you must be crazy!"

Heng Xian looked at him in surprise: "You mentally retarded thing, do you believe I can crush you to death? Dog breed!"

To make trouble, one must be crazy. What method is used is no longer important!

"Uh..." Young Master Xu was stunned. Is this still... that little clerk?

Murong Fang, Murong Zhiwei, and the group still couldn't figure out what this guy was trying to do.

At this time, Wei Ruhai sneered and gave a wink.

A cultivator at the third tier of Condensing Qi behind him gripped a spear and shot it at Heng Xian: "Let's use you as the first sacrifice. Die!"

"Be careful!" Zhou Fang exclaimed.

The others also subconsciously turned their heads, unable to bear to look.

However, just at this moment, the spear flying toward Heng Xian suddenly turned around strangely and reflected back.

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes, and that third-tier Condensing Qi cultivator had already been carried by the spear he shot and pinned to the wall ten feet away.

The cultivator's internal organs had been shattered instantly, and in an instant, his body and spirit were destroyed.

"Creak—"

The wall hit by the spear cracked into five fissures, slowly spreading to the surroundings.

This spear had the strength of a thousand jun!

Everyone present looked over half a beat late, and then "clatter," they all turned their heads to look at Heng Xian.

Everyone gasped, and looks of horror appeared on their faces.

At this time, even a fool understood that this little clerk didn't have a problem with his brain, but was an expert, a powerful cultivator!

"This, this, this..." Especially Zhou Fang, Murong Zhiwei, and Young Master Xu, who considered themselves most familiar with Heng Xian, were dumbfounded.

Wei Ruhai was also stunned, then said angrily: "Who are you?"

"I said..."

Heng Xian lifted his foot and walked forward. With one step, the momentum of the sixth level of the Qi Sea Realm burst out, "I am the Heavenly King!"

"Hum—"

The highest realm among the crowd was only Wei Ruhai at the third level of the Qi Sea and Murong Fang at the first level of the Qi Sea.

And both of them had only broken through by taking pills and relying on luck. How had they ever seen the aura of a Hunyuan Qi Sea Realm cultivator like Heng Xian!

For a time, everyone felt heavy, as if countless swords were hanging over their heads, and they couldn't even straighten their waists.

It felt as if they would be stabbed to death by a sword in the next moment!

This feeling was very uncomfortable, and the laborers with lower realms fainted collectively in an instant.

And Heng Xian flew into mid-air, sitting on the hilt of his sword, standing above Murong Fang's head, looking at Wei Ruhai and the group, and waved his hand fiercely: "Go!"

"Boom—"

A majestic sword aura swept out, and hundreds of Western Depot cultivators were hit and carried by the dense sword aura visible to the naked eye in the air, flying in disarray and rolling all over the ground, each of them covered in sword wounds, bleeding endlessly.

Only Wei Ruhai remained, arching his back and supporting himself, his clothes torn into shreds by the sword aura, and finally only a pair of big underpants remained.

One move was like this!

The group from the Zhenyuan Guard Bureau trembled slightly, their faces pale.

So, high-level cultivators really abuse low-level ones like ants!

"I'm not convinced!" Wei Ruhai gritted his teeth and looked up, shouting at Heng Xian: "Senior's realm is profound, and the spiritual power is terrifying. I am not your opponent, but you are winning by unfair means. Do you dare to let me go back and invite someone?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Fei not far away nodded desperately at Heng Xian and secretly transmitted his voice: "Can do! Can do! This guy's brother-in-law is a direct disciple of the Da Luo Holy Sect. A group of Da Luo Holy Sect disciples will definitely come later. Our plan also needs them, otherwise ordinary people really won't be able to recognize us!"

Heng Xian nodded at Wei Ruhai: "Good, go ahead and invite them, invite as many as you want!"

(End of chapter)