Celestial being

"Catch him and take him back to the Lord's Mansion. The shop will be sealed for me." The sturdy man frowned and waved his hand.

As soon as he finished speaking, his men immediately started to get into action.

All the drinkers in the store had fled, and the shop assistants had all hid in the crowd of onlookers outside, not daring to stand out.

Hu Tu's face turned pale and he suddenly lost his composure.

Seeing someone coming to arrest him, he subconsciously struggled, but before he could break free, he received a sap on his back.

Hu Tu was beaten so hard that he staggered, his mind was a little dazed, his steps were unsteady, and he almost fell.

Fortunately, someone came down the stairs and reached out to support him.

"Isn't it just that I lost some money? Just pay for it. Why bother to beat someone?" Yuan Ming helped him and moved him aside, looking at the fierce-looking soldiers of the lord's palace.

"Fart, did our lord lose his money? What he lost is his face! Where did you get that bastard? Get out of here. If you meddle in your own business again, you will be treated as an accomplice and taken away together." The stout man's eyes widened. scolded angrily.

Although Hu Tu was panicked, he couldn't bear to drag Yuan Ming down. He quickly pulled his sleeve and said:

"I'm going with you, this has nothing to do with him..."

"Brother Yuan, leave quickly."

Just as he was about to step forward, he was grabbed by Yuan Ming.

"Okay, here comes a man who is not afraid of death. Do you want to resist arrest?" The sturdy man was angry, but when he saw his little move, he smiled instead of being angry.

"I don't mean that. Aren't you looking for a painter? I am." Yuan Ming said with a smile.

"Are you making fun of me? I'll chop you first!" The strong man couldn't hold back his anger at this moment.

As he finished speaking, he whipped out the scimitar from his waist, rounded it and struck it down on Yuan Ming's head.

"No……"

Hu Tu didn't react slowly. In panic, he immediately pulled away from Yuan Ming.

However, when he pulled it, he realized that he was pulling a bronze sculpture and it was not moving at all.

Yuan Ming just waved his hand, and the iron scimitar was twisted by a strong force and twisted directly into a twist. The strong man also spun around in mid-air for several times before the force was released and fell heavily to the ground. .

"Oh..."

Yuan Ming's hand really shocked the jaws of the onlookers, and they couldn't help but exclaim.

Seeing this, the other soldiers of the lord's palace drew their sabers one after another, but they just surrounded him, and no one dared to step forward.

When Yuan Ming saw this, he smiled and took a step closer to the sturdy man.

The latter fell to pieces, and when he saw this, he ignored the pain in his arm and backed away in fright.

"Don't come here, I, I know you are an immortal cultivator... There are also immortal cultivators in our Lord's Mansion. If you dare to kill someone, you will definitely not be able to escape the guilt." After all, the sturdy man had seen the world, and he couldn't help but say with a look of anger.

The few cultivators who worshiped him in the lord's mansion were not very casual about killing people. They could just crush him to death. There was no time when he didn't respectfully call him "immortal" when he saw them.

"Who said I'm going to kill you? Come on, take me to the Lord's Mansion. It's just about painting." Yuan Ming said with a chuckle.

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull up the trembling stalwart man, and a burst of magic power quietly entered, restoring the sprained and misplaced meridians in his injured arm.

"You...are you really a painter?" The stout man found that the pain in his arm was greatly reduced, calmed down and asked.

"Stop talking nonsense and lead the way." Yuan Ming scolded.

A group of soldiers from the lord's palace came to investigate with great enthusiasm, but in the end they were almost escorted back.

Before leaving, Yuan Ming looked back at Hu Tu, who was completely stunned, and said with a smile:

"It's nothing, just stay calm and do business as usual."

Hu Tu forced a smile, watched them leave, and sat slumped on the stairs.

"Is he really still the same Yuan Ming?" Hu Tu had mixed feelings in his heart.

On the other side, Yuan Ming followed the soldiers to the lord's mansion.

"You, wait here... I'll report it first." The sturdy man took Yuan Ming to a courtyard, rubbed his shoulders and left in a hurry.

Yuan Ming was not in a hurry, and sat at a stone table in the courtyard with a calm expression, looking around.

At this glance, he discovered that many of the furnishings in this small courtyard had a strong Central Plains style, which was very different from the architectural decorations that could be seen everywhere in southern Xinjiang.

Yuan Mingzheng was stunned to see that the sturdy man had returned.

"The lord is entertaining guests, I will report later." said the sturdy man.

Yuan Ming didn't care and asked casually: "Have any guests from the Central Plains visited your lord's mansion recently?"

Hearing this, the rugged man was obviously startled.

"That's right. How long have they been here and have they ever left?" Yuan Ming asked.

The sturdy man obviously did not want to answer, but he was intimidated by his status as an immortal cultivator and did not dare to pretend not to hear. He could only bite the bullet and said: "A month ago, some people did come from it and have been living in the side courtyard of the Lord's Mansion. Never left."

"Do you know where it came from in Zhongyuan?" Yuan Ming asked.

"I don't know. They are all mysterious and only deal with the lord's cronies. We can't see them." The strong man shook his head and said.

"What did they do after they arrived, or did your Lord's Mansion do anything unusual?" Yuan Ming asked again.

"It's true... the day after they arrived, the lord ordered the closure of the Shanhe Gambling House and an inn under the owner's name. Those are all You Zhuzha's business, and they have always been provided to the lord's house." Stout. The big man thought for a moment and said.

When Yuan Ming heard this, he felt a little suspicious.

He waited outside for a while and then urged the strong man to report again.

However, this time, what was waiting for them was not a strong man, but a large group of soldiers wearing strong armor and two monks supported by the lord's palace.

The sturdy man from before was dragged back and beaten all over.

"You bastard, it's not enough for you to be a liar once, you want to bring another one back?" One of them, a bald middle-aged man with a tall stature and black and blue tattoos on his body, took the lead in shouting.

The strong man was so angry that he was speechless even if he wanted to defend himself.

Yuan Ming couldn't help but frowned when he saw this posture.

"You blind bastard, you think you know how to use the magic of a three-legged cat, so you dare to come to the lord's mansion and cheat. Are you tired of living a crooked life?" Another guy with a thin body and a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks shouted sharply.

Yuan Ming glanced at the two of them and found that they were both at the fourth or fifth level of Qi Refining, and he knew it.

"I'm just here to paint a picture for the lord. There's no need to make such a big move, right?" Yuan Ming asked with a helpless expression.

"Fellow Daoist Galu, are you coming, or am I coming?" The guy with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks ignored Yuan Ming at all and looked at the burly middle-aged man.

"Fellow Taoist Hu La is enough to take action." Galu said with a smile.

Hu La, who had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, nodded in response, then sneered at Yuan Ming and said, "You bastard, today I will show you how to write the word death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a short thorn from his waist and whispered a few words in his mouth. The short thorn came out with a flash of inspiration and turned into a long black rope, heading towards Yuan like a long snake. Ming wrapped around his neck.

However, after a few breaths, a scream rang out. Hu La was already lying on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, motionless. The short thorn had already fallen aside, and his appearance was completely devoid of any spirituality.

"I don't know how to write the word "death", but it seems that I can write the word "big" well." Yuan Ming said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the roar of a bear.

The tattoos on the middle-aged man's body lit up, and there was a layer of cyan evil energy all over his body, which vaguely condensed into the shadow of a bear and rushed towards Yuan Ming.

Every time he took a step, the ground shook with great momentum.

The next moment, he also lost consciousness and lay beside Hula, with the same posture and neatness.

Seeing that the two monks were knocked down one after another in the blink of an eye, the rest of the soldiers were frightened, and no one dared to take a step forward.

At this time, a low shout suddenly came from outside the courtyard: "Who is so bold and dares to cause trouble in the Lord's Mansion?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light directly crossed the courtyard wall and landed here.

Immediately afterwards, there were seven or eight figures outside the courtyard entrance, one after another, and half of them looked like Central Plains people regardless of their clothing or appearance.

The person standing in the middle was a middle-aged man with gorgeous clothes and a fat figure. He had a southern Xinjiang appearance. He was none other than Lord Bayin, the owner of this Iron Tiger Town.

"Who can explain to me what's going on?" Lord Bayin said angrily when he saw the situation at the scene.

"Lord Bayin, don't be upset. Our commander is here, so don't worry." said a person next to him.

Everyone's eyes turned to the person who flew over first.

I saw that the golden light on his body had dissipated, revealing a set of leather armor he was wearing. At this moment, his shoulders were shaking slightly, and he seemed to be on the verge of anger.

This group of people had been making trouble in the lord's mansion for a long time, and it happened that Lord Bayin was hosting a banquet today. Unexpectedly, someone came to make trouble again, and it happened to be a monk.

Seeing that the monks in the Lord's Mansion couldn't handle it, they decided to take action as a way of returning a favor.

"Commander Fu, deal with him." Someone shouted.

Other people from the Central Plains also shouted. Most of the people in southern Xinjiang could not understand, but they also followed the shouts.

Under everyone's expectations, Commander Fu, who was confronting Yuan Ming, suddenly shouted: "Shut up, everyone."

This sound startled everyone.

Even the owner of this place, Bayin, trembled with the fat on his body.

Before everyone could figure out what happened, Commander Fu, who was standing at the front, suddenly fell to his knees with a "pop", causing everyone to exclaim again.

"Young Master, I have finally found you..." Commander Fu's eyes were red, he clasped his fists at Yuan Ming and shouted tremblingly.

Little Lord?

His shout caused the expressions of several people who had been shouting "Take care of him" to freeze immediately.

Those people were not fools. They were just stunned for a moment, and then immediately ran over and knelt on the ground.