I Just Want To Be Quiet

The capital of Yanxi City.

City Lord's Mansion.

The style is rough and the throne is high on the top. Under the nine stone steps, the spacious hall is simple and simple. The stone walls on both sides are lit with pairs of huge candles. The candlelight is pure white, which illuminates the huge space like daytime. Everywhere reveals the rigor and sternness unique to the military.

Pei Ling sat on the throne of the golden sword alone, his face stiffened, and the moment he regained control of his body, he immediately ran the [Eclipse Sun Secret Record] to prevent his true face from being exposed all at once.

At this time, the elders of Yanxi City and the master of the castle continued to discuss: "This Pei Ling is amazing, but the swimmer is drowning in the water. Compared with the city owner, he is still too young..."

"It's also a generation of arrogance, unfortunately, born under the rule of the Demon Sect, entering the Dao is going astray... That's all, let's not talk about this, the city lord, the son of the Chongming Sect, Fu Zhu, it should be a big deal! The city lord has won this time, and it should be Join the city to celebrate and boost morale!"

"That's right! We will also invite four sects of the same way to spread the city master's achievements together, so that everyone in the world will know what it means to be one foot high for the devil and one foot high for the Tao!"

"Since ancient times, the evil has been invincible, and the evil demons are heretics. Even if they are extremely talented, they rob the world and damage their virtues, they will not last forever..."

Pei Ling quietly looked at the many high-level monks in Yanxi City, and was already greeting the ancestors of the system in his heart.

In this situation, the identity must not be revealed!

The strength of Yanxi City is not weaker than Chongmingzong!

No matter which one of the ancestors was disturbed, he could not escape death!

Even, there is no need for the ancestors of Yanxi City to come forward, as long as the capital defense formation is launched, he will wait like a turtle in a urn!

Just thinking about it, I saw the mighty and heroic Taishang elder caressing his short beard and looked at himself suspiciously: "Why doesn't the city lord say a word?"

Pei Ling quickly regained his senses, and immediately said in Tie Xiong's voice: "Cough, cough... This seat is not seriously injured and needs to be recovered first, so let's disperse first."

Hearing this, many Yanxi City cultivators did not doubt anything.

After all, even though Pei Ling was young, he actually defeated the Emperor Zhongkui in public. It is not easy for the city owner to win, and it is very reasonable to be injured.

So, everyone bowed in unison, and they all retired.

However, among the crowd, two people stopped in place and stayed.

One of them was burly and sturdy, with the word "Zhiyong" engraved on the tiger talisman on his waist. Another person described as thin, with a clear face, wearing a set of half-old armor, and hanging a token with the word "Wu" on top of it.

Pei Ling looked at the two of them, and then said: "Cough...what's the matter...cough...we will discuss it after this seat is healed."

The old man wearing the word "Wu" immediately said: "City Lord, [Evil Slayer Axe] has been enshrined in the arsenal for many years. It is not only nourishing, but also suppressing our sect's great formation."

"Since the city lord has returned victorious, it is reasonable to return the treasure of Zhenzong to the arsenal, so as to prevent the disciples from becoming unstable."

arsenal?

What is that place?

Besides, where did he get the [Evil Slaying Axe]?

Pei Ling's scalp was numb, and at this moment, the sturdy man holding the "Zhu Yong" tiger talisman said, "City Lord, dare to ask whether Pei Ling has really fallen?"

"But I don't know its soul or destiny, can it survive?"

... Pei Ling fell into silence for a while, but seeing that the two did not achieve their goal and had no intention of leaving, he frowned, and quickly said: "Every... Mao Feigu."

"This time, the [Evil Slaying Axe] has contributed a lot, and the tool spirit seems to be too worn out, and it has fallen into a deep sleep."

As soon as he finished speaking, a giant axe of ordinary style and majestic aura suddenly appeared on the top of his head. Looking at its shape and aura, it was the [Evil Slayer Axe]!

This is the law of "the crowd"!

If it was in the past, Pei Ling could only temporarily re-engrave what he saw in front of him, but after the cultivation base has reached a combined path, he has now truly mastered this law and can re-engrave everything that has been re-engraved before!

Immediately afterwards, Pei Ling raised his hand slightly, and the [Evil Slaying Axe] immediately fell in front of the old man in charge of the arsenal.

Pei Ling said quickly: "Cough cough cough... This seat is too seriously injured and needs to be healed immediately, you... cough... you will return the [Evil Axe] to the arsenal!"

The old man did not doubt the city lord at all, and immediately saluted: "Yes!"

As he said that, he immediately left with the replica of the [Evil Axe].

Pei Lingfu looked at the remaining sturdy men and said, "Cough cough... Pei Ling is not dead... If there is nothing else... cough... This seat... needs to start healing... cough cough cough..."

The Lord Futaibao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, Fu Shi now owes Pei Ling a favor, and if the son of the Chongming Sect dies, the favor will not be repaid.

To owe cause and effect for this, it is not a good thing for the big Fu Shi!

Thinking of this, Fort Futai immediately said, "Yes!"

Then quickly retreated and left.

In the large main hall, Pei Ling was finally left alone. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was not too late to leave Yanxi City!

Although it is said that no one has noticed his identity yet, it will be over when the real [Evil Slaying Axe] returns!

Pei Ling got up quickly and was about to escape, but immediately noticed that there were several powerful breaths approaching quickly.

He frowned and had to sit back on the throne.

The next moment, several monks in armor and helmets filed in. These people, men and women, young and old. When walking, the armor was sonorous, the sound of gold and iron followed step by step, and the whole body was full of mana and energy.

There are two cloud seals of "Yanxi" engraved on each person's scorpion, but they are many elders of Yanxi City.

At this moment, no matter what their usual temperament is, these elders are all beaming and excited.

After entering, they bowed and saluted, and said, "Congratulations to the city lord for his great victory!"

Pei Ling nodded slightly, and then said bluntly: "This seat needs to be healed immediately. If there is anything, I will report back in three days."

When these monks heard the words, they immediately showed hesitation, but they did not retreat immediately.

A prudent and prudent elder, who was headed by him, clasped his fists and said, "City Lord, I'm here, I have an urgent matter."

"If the city lord needs healing now, he can send an avatar to help me and so on."

Without waiting for Pei Ling to evade, an elder behind him added: "Before the city lord set off, he used his means to block the Xinhuotang. Now that no city lord has lifted the ban, no one can enter."

"But now there are several new disciples selected by Wubao below, but they must go to Xinhuotang first."

Before he finished speaking, another elder said: "City lord, the battle between the righteous and the devil has just ended. My disciples suffered heavy casualties, and it is urgent to increase the cultivation of new blood."

"Especially this group of disciples, all have military exploits and are the future pillars of our sect."

"I hope the city lord will take action and open the fire hall immediately!"