My Sword Has a Way

When the onlookers saw this, they all began to retreat, fearing that the fight between the gods would affect innocent people.

The young man swung his sword in an instant, and a white light directly penetrated the palm print, but it failed to stop the palm print from continuing to advance forward. Xu Zhian chopped down with several swords in succession, and then quickly dodged to the side.

There was a loud bang, and the shop behind him collapsed instantly, and the snow on the roof flew everywhere.

Xu Zhian raised the corner of his mouth, and guessed in his heart that these two people might be in great trouble.

At this time, the streets were already crowded with residents of the town. At the moment when the houses collapsed, several figures in various corners of the town had smiles on their faces and playful expressions.

"A real fight has broken out. Mu Xiangyang, look! The guy with the sword on his back is being bullied!"

A little boy in blue clothes at the door of the drugstore shouted to another little boy who was busy in the shop.

A little boy named Mu Xiangyang ran out and looked at the crowd in the distance, feeling a little excited for a moment.

"I've never seen adults fighting in a small town. I have to go and take a look."

Old man Yao on the side said disdainfully: "What's so good about this? Why don't you get back to work?"

In front of another steamed bun shop, a woman stretched her head and looked into the distance: "It's really the first time to have a meal and drink on New Year's Day. There hasn't been a fight in this town for a long time. When was the last time?"

The honest man at the side grinned: "Wasn't the last time fourteen years ago?"

The woman quickly responded, "Yes, yes, it was fourteen years ago. I remember the people who got into the fight were thrown out of town. It was such a disgrace."

The man didn't say anything, but looked at the crowd on the other side of the street with a silly smile on his face, as if he was watching a drama that had been performed many times and the ending was already known.

The man lowered his head and continued to knead the flour, retorting in his heart: "It wasn't thrown away, it just disappeared from the world."

"It's so lively here, Fan Er, why don't you go take a look? That pork shop belongs to Liu Huaizhou."

At this time, an old man wearing a small town straw fur coat stopped in front of the bun shop, looked at the steaming buns and laughed.

The woman at the side pinched her waist with her fingers: "Old man, get out of here!"

Seeing that the man remained silent, the old man shook his head angrily.

As for the old man on the field, he was a little surprised that the young man could dodge his palm.

"Young man, if you are willing to hand over your black sword and apologize to my master, I will spare your life. What do you think?"

The old man spoke very calmly, as if he was giving alms to an ant.

The black-clothed youth raised his lips and said, "I am a cultivator at the second level of self-cultivation. I dare to draw my sword against you. Have you never thought about whether I have helpers? Or are you so strong that you ignore the heroes of the world?"

The old man laughed sarcastically: "Young man, you will know how powerful our Broken Star Valley is once you leave the town! Since you have something to rely on, just go ahead and make your move."

Seeing that the old man had no scruples, Xu Zhian couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. Could it be that he had made a wrong bet?

Seeing that the young man hadn't made any moves for a long time, the old man became even more disdainful: "You are just pretending to be mysterious!"

Then the old man grabbed, and a hand formed by spiritual power instantly grabbed the young man in black. Xu Zhian swung out several swords, but there was no effect at all, and he couldn't help but frowned.

Just when the palm was three steps away from Xu Zhian, there was a clear ding sound, and a butcher knife was nailed to the bluestone. In an instant, a gust of air wave destroyed the spiritual palm.

At this time, a deep voice rang out in the middle of the field: "The fight has been going on for so long, and I haven't been able to get involved. I'm really sorry."

The old man looked at the middle-aged man who walked into the venue. He saw that the man had an upright posture, a worn cotton coat, and a big head that did not quite match his posture. He looked a little out of place in the crowd.

"Are you the person behind this person?" the old man asked the man in front of him with some doubt.

The man glanced at the black-clothed boy and said calmly: "I don't know you, and I don't care about your business. But you smashed my stall and shop, so you should get some compensation!"

The young man in fancy clothes raised his lips, opened his folding fan and asked softly, "How much did the uncle's shop and stall lose? I will take it over."

The middle-aged man chuckled and said, "Sir, you are indeed extraordinary. My stall and shop are not expensive. They only cost one hundred."

The young man in fancy clothes showed disdain: "I'll give you two hundred taels, I hope you won't meddle in my business!"

After saying that, he threw a brocade bag to the man. The man took it, opened it, and shook his head, saying, "It's like a beggar hosting a banquet. You don't have any money, so why are you pretending to be a rich man? I want a hundred enlightenment coins!"

When these words were spoken, the whole audience was shocked. Although the people in the small town had never seen the enlightenment money used by the monks, due to the special nature of the small town, they still had some understanding of this aspect.

An old man in a straw coat who was watching the scene cursed: "Fuck! This Liu Dabo really dares to ask for it."

The young man in fancy clothes frowned upon hearing this and sneered, "How dare you ask for a hundred enlightenment money? Aren't you afraid of being stuffed to death?"

The middle-aged man rolled up his sleeves and said, "Don't be afraid. Let alone a hundred Dao coins, even a hundred Saint Crystals, I dare to take them! Just tell me whether you have them or not, right?"

The young man in fancy clothes put away his folding fan, and the corners of his mouth slowly relaxed. He took two steps back and said calmly, "Elder Zheng, make your move! I have already sent a message to the people in Qimu City!"

The old man's frowning face gradually became more natural, and he said in a voice transmission: "Young Sect Master, are you really not considering the people behind the town?"

The young man in fancy clothes smiled and said, "We came to the Immortal Tomb this time to explore the town. Now many forces are besieging Qixia Mountain. As long as we can take down the Immortal Tomb first, the three spiritual veins behind Qixia Mountain will belong to Shattered Star Valley. In addition, we have people supporting us in secret, so we don't have to worry about the people behind the town."

The old man nodded and looked at the middle-aged man again: "Since you want a hundred enlightenment coins, why don't you follow us to get them outside the town?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Let's go! What are you waiting for?"

Then the old man soared into the sky and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

The middle-aged man said to the people around him, "Everyone please go away. I will treat you all to a feast when I come back with the money."

As the onlookers dispersed, several figures stood facing each other in the field.

The middle-aged man did not look at the young man in fancy clothes, but looked at the two old men beside him, curled his lips and walked directly out of the town.

The two old men smiled helplessly and said nothing.

The young man in fancy clothes nearby looked at the young man in black not far away, then looked at the scarred man on the ground, and said coldly: "If you are brave, come here. If you are not brave, you'd better not leave this town for the rest of your life!"

The young man in fancy clothes followed after he finished speaking.

Xu Zhian turned around and looked at the scarred man behind him, frowned and said, "Stop pretending, your plan has succeeded."