I am a shooter

In unfamiliar environments, you should act according to your heart, and the consequences and responsibilities should be borne according to fate...

Ning Shu acted recklessly and destroyed the storytelling place. At this moment, a group of monks confronted her.

Inside the Tingfeng Tower, the storytelling scene was now filled with smoke and dust, and bursts of coughing could be heard.

Although the cultivators were not attacked, they were put in a very awkward situation by Ning Shu's attack and were now trying to detect her true strength.

However, judging from the control of the woman's attack just now, this woman is definitely not simple.

The storyteller spoke first: "Brother, why did you attack us for no reason?"

Ning Shu became even more furious when he heard this. He was clearly wearing women's clothes, so why did he call him brother!

"You are so blind that you can't tell that I am a woman!"

If it weren't for her super strength, everyone would have wanted to attack her. Everyone who had seen Ning Shu's appearance at this moment was secretly complaining in their hearts:

Sister, take a good look at your appearance. You don't look like a woman at all. Your arms and thighs are as thick. If it weren't for your hair, you would think you were a man.

Ning Shu let out her anger and felt much better. Although her behavior just now was indeed a bit impulsive, she did not regret it. Facing someone saying this to her face, if she still didn't take any action, then what was the point of her cultivation!

The storyteller quickly changed his words: "Please spare me, lady. I was really blinded by the smoke and dust, so I saw it wrongly."

Ning Shu snorted coldly and continued to educate everyone.

"How dare you say that? A storyteller actually belittles women like this. As a woman, it is simply unacceptable for me not to stand up and speak up for women at this time!"

The storyteller was speechless: OK! Today I met a man with well-developed muscles and a stubborn mind.

Can't afford it!

"If I encounter this again in the future, I will still take care of it."

At this moment, the other cultivators also felt that there was something wrong with Ning Shu's brain and it was simply impossible to communicate with him.

However, there were still some stubborn people. One monk stood up and said, "Sir, we are talking about the barbarians in the primitive land. Why do you want to interfere?"

"Yes, Your Excellency is meddling too much."

Ning Shu was displeased again when he heard these remarks, and asked back: "Let alone the fact that they were women, have you ever seen two people fighting?"

The crowd shook their heads.

"Have you ever heard Ji Jianxian say this?"

How could anyone be as talented as the Sword Saint Realm's genius? Besides, Ji Yian was known for his strange temper, so no one dared to make up rumors about him.

If one day he remembers it and uses it to punish everyone, wouldn’t that be terrible?

So everyone looked at the storyteller.

The storyteller was also speechless. He had been telling stories all his life. This was an art. Who cared about so many details?

Besides, my level of cultivation is not even close to that of Ji Jianxian.

Thinking of this, he also shook his head.

"That's right. You don't understand the truth of the matter, and you frame women in this way. I just can't stand it."

But at this moment, a man suddenly appeared, holding a folding fan in his hand, and with a gentle wave, he blew away the remaining smoke and dust.

This person is the owner of Tingfeng Tower, and his cultivation has reached the peak of mountains and seas.

The man with the folding fan looked at Ning Shu. He had huge black spots and well-developed muscles, and looked really ugly.

He was already displeased when he saw someone making trouble in Tingfeng Tower. Now when he saw Ning Shu's appearance, he was even more disgusted and shouted directly:

"Where did you come from, you ugly freak? How dare you cause trouble in Tingfeng Tower? Don't you want to live?"

Ning Shu looked at the man with the folding fan and was speechless. Does this mean that no matter where you go, people always judge others by their appearance?

"Where did you come from, you vicious dog barking everywhere?"

The man with the folding fan put away the fan in his hand and snorted coldly.

"You are really not afraid of death, and you don't even ask around. Is Tingfeng Tower the place where you come to cause trouble?"

Ning Shu was even angrier at this time and summoned Dragon Fang again.

"I am indeed afraid of death, but I am not afraid of threats."

When the man with the folding fan saw Ning Shu's move, he immediately groaned in his heart. This was obviously a cultivator who had broken through to become an immortal.

I am so unlucky. I didn't expect to encounter a block of iron today.

If this woman is an immortal, she must know the Eastern Holy Land behind Tingfeng Tower. Even so, she is still so unscrupulous.

Maybe they are hostile forces who are here to cause trouble today.

Damn!

Why am I so unlucky to encounter such a thing? I didn't expect that even after hiding in such a remote small town, I would encounter such a thing again.

The man with the folding fan had a lot of thoughts in his mind, and at this moment he just wanted to get rid of the woman in front of him as soon as possible.

If I encounter this kind of thing, my path to becoming an immortal will be cut short, and in serious cases I might even die.

The man with the folding fan smiled and said slowly to Ning Shu:

"Fairy, I don't know what force this is from yet, but all your expenses today are waived."

Ning Shu did not take advantage of the situation when he heard this, but stared at the other person calmly.

"Don't ask about things you shouldn't know. I'm teaching them a lesson for your own good. If Ji Jianxian finds out and blames you, you won't know how you died."

The man with the folding fan nodded quickly.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "Where did this gorilla come from? How dare you teach our disciples from the Eastern Holy Land a lesson?"

A woman in red clothes suddenly appeared in Tingfeng Tower.

The woman was wearing red clothes and had red hair, like a flame.

The man with the folding fan half-knelt and saluted when he saw the visitor: "Outer sect disciple Chen Er greets Fairy Yan."

The woman glanced at Chen Er.

"Useless thing, I'll deal with you later."

At this moment, Chen Er didn't dare to stand up and still maintained his posture, for fear of causing dissatisfaction among the people in front of him.

The woman in red is the elder’s granddaughter, a genius among the younger generation, well-known in the Holy Land, and has many suitors.

After the woman named Yan came in, she stared at Ning Shu.

When Ning Shu looked at the woman, he felt that she looked familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where she was.

The inflammatory woman stared at Ning Shu. She could sense a hint of crisis from Ning Shu.

Her intuition has always been accurate. This time she came out to look for the wanted person, hoping to find the whereabouts of her brother. She somehow sensed this place.

However, the woman in front of him looked very different from the one on the wanted poster.

The atmosphere was deadlocked. The two ladies in the Tingfeng Tower looked at each other in silence.

The scene was silent and no one dared to make a sound, for fear that their movements would trigger a war.

Just when the scene was tense, a voice came from Tingfeng Tower again: "Sister Yanyu, your speed is still so fast. It seems that your cultivation has improved again."

Before he finished speaking, a man in green suddenly appeared beside Yan Yu.

Ning Shu knew at a glance that this was the suitor of the woman in red.

At this moment, the man in green also saw Ning Shu. After just one glance, he quickly turned his head and pretended to vomit.

He said to the woman in red with a hurt tone: "Sister Yanyu, let's go quickly. This person's mental pollution is too serious. I just took a look at him and I couldn't help but vomit."

As the man in green spoke, he looked at the woman in red with an obsessed look.