The most powerful world overlord system

Chapter 147 Compensation is Impossible!
"Excuse me, the head teacher of Xianwuzong, when will he return, I want to see him!"

"My fellow Taoists of Proud Sword City, I have stayed at the foot of Wujian Mountain for nearly five days. The head teacher of the Immortal Martial Sect should be back!"

"I would also like to ask you two to inform Jiang Feichen to come out to see me. It is completely unreasonable for him to imprison Xu Qingrong privately!"

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On the main peak of Wujian Mountain, at the foot of the mountain, there were people everywhere, and nearly a thousand young men with extraordinary temperament, dressed in armor and brocade clothes, gathered together.

They looked angry, clenched their fists, and their eyes were blazing with anger, which could hardly be contained.

But at the foot of the main peak, there were two Sword Cultivators of Proud Sword City guarding the stone steps into the mountain.

They didn't dare to make any noise at all.

Not to mention having the courage to rush up to Wujian Mountain to rescue Xu Qingrong.

After all, this is the territory of Aojian City, and wherever the Aojian Sword Cultivation Camp goes, it represents the authority of Aojian City.

Yingjiancheng's heroes, even if they come from an extraordinary background, compared to Aojiancheng, they are pitifully insignificant.

Even if the direct disciples of the Nine Cities Six Sects come in person, they must be treated with care.

"This Jiang Feichen is just the head of a third-rate sect, how could he have anything to do with Aojian City!"

Junjie of Yingjian City, who had stayed at the foot of the main peak for several days, felt extremely depressed.

There is a kind of resentment that has nowhere to vent, smoldering in his chest.

It's so frustrating.

"Master Jiang and Miss Six went out and haven't returned yet!"

A sword cultivator from Aojiancheng frowned slightly, unable to answer impatiently.

"Give way, the disciples of Xianwuzong are going to Qinghefang to deliver goods, don't get in the way!"

Another proud sword cultivator waved his hand.

On the winding stone steps behind him, dozens of Xianwuzong disciples swaggered down from the mountainside.

"Take out all the aura of our Xianwuzong, you, throw your arms away, shake your shoulders, you, your expression is wrong, give me a little more arrogance!"

On the mountainside of the main peak, the old black man glanced at the thousand or so heroes of Yingjian City gathered at the foot of the mountain with contempt in his eyes.

Then he turned around and corrected in a low voice to the disciple of Immortal Martial Sect who was arrogant and full of hooliganism behind him.

Although Jiang Feichen had left for half a month and hadn't returned yet, there was a message sent back in advance.

Among them, there is not a single redundant word left for the task of Hei Lao San, only one sentence: civilized anger Ying Jiancheng Junjie, the more angry the better!
The head of the house has a task to assign, and the third black child naturally takes care of it.

Hence the present scene.

Originally, only one person is required to control the sword every day, and send the Qiankun bag full of spiritual weapons to the Xianwu Pavilion in Qinghefang.

Now it has evolved into dozens of Xianwuzong disciples, carrying spiritual weapons, swaggering past in front of more than 1000 Yingjiancheng.

He kept provoking Ying Jiancheng Junjie with his eyes, behavior, and even sarcasm.

"These Immortal Martial Sect members, what kind of virtue are they, they are full of hooliganism!"

"You, it's you, if you look at me, I'll kill you with a sword!"

"How unreasonable is this? If it weren't for the sword cultivators of Aojiancheng who escorted them, I would have smashed them all to pieces!"

Yingjiancheng Junjie was full of anger, but under the finger of Aojiancheng Jianxiu, he could only obediently divide his way.

Let dozens of arrogant Xianwuzong disciples pass through it.

"A group of idiots, fighting the five scum!"

"Just like this, you dare to snatch a woman from our head!"

"They don't know that it's the daughter of the Xu family who is begging for nothing to let our Xianwuzong not leave, and they don't know what these spare boats are doing!"

"Hurry up tomorrow, wait for the master to come back, refine a few more helmets of forgiveness, and give them to them, we can't let them go back empty-handed!"

Several Xianwuzong disciples were whispering, but their voices did not weaken at all.

Every sentence floated into the ears of Junjie Yingjiancheng clearly.

"Bastard!"

Youying Jiancheng Junjie was enraged, the brilliance flashed in his hand, and a coiled snake spear was revealed, with a cold glow.

"If you dare to attack the disciples of Xianwuzong, you will be the enemy of my proud sword city!"

An Aojiancheng sword cultivator guarding the foot of the main peak, without raising his eyelids, he snorted coldly.

"Ah, anger kills me too!"

The gun-wielding hero of Yingjian City, his face flushed red, roared up to the sky, he shot across the ground dozens of meters away, earth and rocks were flying, and a long ravine was strikingly eye-catching.

"How dare you dare to destroy the flowers and plants of my Immortal Martial Sect!"

Hei Lao San raised his brows, he swept across the long ravine, and stretched out his big hand: "A piece of grass costs ten low-grade spirit stones, a small tree costs a thousand low-grade spirit stones, plus land leveling fees, environmental damage Fei, a total of [-] low-grade spirit stones!"

"What, why don't you just rob!"

The man with the gun was frightened and angry. He raised his spear, and the point of the gun hit the third child's cheek. .

"Will you pay compensation?"

Hei Laosan didn't change his face, squinting contemptuously.

"Compensation is impossible, and I will never compromise in my life!"

The man with the gun shouted angrily.

"It's fine if you don't pay. I, Aojian City, are short of laborers to send to the battlefields of the Six Realms. Ten thousand low-grade spirit stones are enough for you to work for 100 years!"

Beside Hei Laosan, Aojiancheng Jianxiu, who was protecting the disciples of Immortal Martial Sect to deliver goods, flashed a brilliance in his hand, and a small black order appeared out of thin air.

"what!"

The face of the man with the gun froze, he was stunned for a while, and then he wailed: "My lord, give me a [-]% discount, I don't have so many spirit stones!"

"Don't be angry, my lord, we will pay for him!"

Seeing this, several familiar Yingjiancheng heroes around him hurried forward to dissuade them.

Seeing this, the surrounding heroes lost their aura and did not dare to do anything excessive.

I can only suppress this bad breath in my heart.

"Boom"

And just when several heroes of Yingjian City managed to get together the fine spirit stones, ten miles away from the main peak of Wujian Mountain, the sky shook, and a hundred-meter-long cloud boat galloped out of it.

"It's Yun Zhou from Proud Sword City, the master is back!"

Hei Lao San was overjoyed when he saw this, he took the spirit stone, led dozens of Xianwuzong disciples, and rushed forward to greet him.

The Baizhang Yunzhou in Aojian City galloped extremely fast. Even though it had started to slow down and descend slowly, the ten-mile journey would only take a moment.

Yunzhou approached the main peak of Wujian Mountain and descended slowly. Hundreds of figures on the deck immediately appeared in everyone's sight.

More than a hundred sword cultivators of Aojiancheng with long swords on their backs have solemn expressions and straight backs, like a hundred shocking swords, and their aura is like a rainbow.

And in front of the hundred sword cultivators of Proud Sword City, there was a pair of young men and women standing side by side.

The girl is petite and has a beautiful appearance. Although she is not very old, she has already shown her beauty.

All the heroes of Yingjian City at the foot of the main peak all had bright eyes and sparkled with energy.

And the young man standing in front of the girl is also handsome and handsome, with fluttering blue robes, and in his deep eyes, there is a kind of powerful self-confidence that looks down on the world and masters everything, faintly dormant.

"Disciple Hei Lao San, pay homage to the Headmaster!"

Hei Laosan and the disciples of Xianwuzong all knelt down and greeted him with bows.

(End of this chapter)