"Huh?" Yuan Jing was knocked away, and Mr. Yang's face suddenly froze, and his whole body released uncontrollable anger. He was already so groveling, but he just didn't want to cause trouble. Unfortunately, this world is too cruel. The more honest you are, the more trouble you will find. "Old guy, you are very unconvinced. If you get tired of living, how about we help loosen your bones?" The man saw that Mr. Yang was angry, but he was not afraid at all and said very arrogantly. An old man with no energy at all and a shabby carriage looked like a person with no background. How could he be a threat to them. Mr. Yang shook his head slightly, stepped onto the carriage with his hands behind his back, and said to Nie Tian, "I'll leave these two people to you." Nie Tian curled his lips slightly, the old man was not polite. But he liked this kind of slap in the face and was happy to oblige. Nie Tian took a step forward, and the fierce and domineering sword intent shot out, forcing the two people to retreat. He glanced at the two people, as if looking at two idiots, and smiled coldly: "We Looks like a soft persimmon, right?" The eyes of the two people trembled slightly. They had not noticed Nie Tian's presence just now, but now they realized that the young man in front of them was actually a first-level warrior of true essence.
Although his strength is much weaker than theirs, he is only a teenager, which is terrifying. The two of them calmed down and said coldly: "You brat, hand over all the Yuan Jing you have and don't cause trouble. There are some people you can't afford to offend." "Oh?" Nie Tian smiled playfully and said, "Don't worry, there is no one in the world that I can't afford to offend." "Whoa! Whoa!" The voice fell, and two sword intents shot out. A bloody mouth appeared on each of the two people's faces, dyeing half of their faces red. "Huh? What a terrifying sword intent!" The two of them were stunned for a moment, and they didn't react until blood started flowing down. Nie Tian's sword intent was so fast and fierce that he didn't give them any time to react. "You brat, you're looking for death!" The two of them touched the wounds on their faces at the same time and shouted angrily, revealing their murderous intent. But Nie Tian didn't give them any chance to resist. There was a hint of coldness at the corner of his mouth, and then a more ferocious sword intent surged out. Although these two people were at the fifth level of True Yuan strength, they were completely like lambs to be slaughtered in front of Nie Tian, a warrior at the first level of True Yuan. Just when the deadly sword intent was about to kill the two of them, a burst of Qi energy roared out from the air, like a spring breeze turning into rain, easily dispelling the sword intent. "Let them go." Nie Tian looked back at Mr. Yang, who sighed softly and said. It was Mr. Yang who came to save people. Obviously he just wanted Nie Tian to teach these two people a lesson and didn't want him to kill anyone. "Get out!" Nie Tian frowned slightly and roared angrily. The two of them didn't dare to stay for another moment, they ran away in a hurry and disappeared in the blink of an eye. "They have power behind them, otherwise they would not dare to rob at the city gate. If we kill them, someone will take revenge." Before Nie Tian could speak, Mr. Yang explained. Nie Tian shook his head and smiled bitterly, and murmured: "I'm afraid if I don't kill them, someone will take revenge." According to Nie Tian's method, it must be to eliminate the root cause. Now that the two people have escaped, this is the real return of the tiger. Just wait, someone will definitely come to take revenge. Mr. Yang jumped onto the carriage without saying anything, and Nie Tian followed immediately.
Of course Nie Tian knew in his heart that Mr. Yang asked him to take action just now, on the one hand, to teach those two blind guys, and on the other hand, to test his strength. After all, Mr. Yang is still worried about him. After a while, the carriage drove into the inner city of Xumi Lingdu. The place was full of bustling scenes and was very lively. "Miss Meng, it's time for you to get out of the car and leave." Mr. Yang stopped the carriage and shouted lightly. Meng Xueqing showed her head and said, "You haven't arrived at the Alchemist Guild yet?" This girl is so sincere, she even wants Mr. Yang to send her to the Alchemist Guild. "The Alchemist's Guild is right in front, you can go alone." Mr. Yang opened the curtain and asked Meng Xueqing to get out of the car. Nie Tian was slightly stunned. Mr. Yang seemed to be very familiar with the Alchemist Guild. Moreover, he mentioned Meng Fanchen's name just now with a very dull expression and no respect at all. Vaguely, Nie Tian felt that Mr. Yang had something to do with the Alchemist Guild. Meng Xueqing had no choice but to say hello to Yang Zixiao, then got off the carriage and said to Nie Tian: "Brother Nie, let's go." Nie Tian sneered and said: "Miss, Mr. Yang asked you to leave, but he didn't let me leave. Besides, you are going to the Alchemist Guild to go home, why should I go?" "You saved my life, I asked my grandfather to repay you." Meng Xueqing said seriously. "Let's forget it." Nie Tian waved his hand and said, "Let's talk about it next time when we have a chance." "Okay." Meng Xueqing was slightly disappointed. She pinched Nie Tian's arm hard with her small hands, then turned to the carriage and said, "Brother Zi Xiao, I'm leaving." "Sister Meng, see you later." Yang Zixiao's weak voice came from the carriage. Meng Xueqing turned around and left, and her dexterous figure quickly disappeared. "Mr. Yang." After Meng Xueqing left, Nie Tian no longer held back and said directly: "You came to Xumi Lingdu to see President Meng Fanchen, right?" Mr. Yang's eyes narrowed, and his expression said: How do you know? Nie Tian nodded and smiled, and Mr. Yang's expression told him that he was right. Mr. Yang doesn't have much respect for Meng Fanchen, which undoubtedly shows that his identity is not far different from that of the latter. Judging from Mr. Yang's mental strength, he must be an alchemist. Since Mr. Yang felt that he was unable to cure Yang Zixiao's body, he could only seek help from one person, Meng Fanchen. "Mr. Yang, Meng Xueqing was here just now. Why didn't you go to the Alchemist Guild with her?" Nie Tian asked. "The time has not come yet." Mr. Yang replied coldly. Nie Tian's eyes narrowed, and then he said seriously: "Yang Zixiao's illness cannot be cured by Meng Fanchen." "He can't heal me, how can you?" Mr. Yang said coldly, obviously disgusted with Nie Tian's words. "I can!" Nie Tian nodded solemnly, his eyes flashing with ultimate determination. When Mr. Yang heard Nie Tian's words and saw his eyes, he couldn't help but froze. He was stunned for a few seconds and said coldly: "Boy, don't make fun of Xiao'er's illness. Otherwise, even if you save us, I won't kill you." Show mercy."
With cold words, cold eyes, and cold murderous intent, Mr. Yang was really angry. Yang Zixiao's illness was the pain in his heart. No one could touch it, let alone make fun of it. Nie Tian took a step forward and said, "Do I look like I'm joking?" Mr. Yang was stunned again, his eyes trembled, and he said: "How can I trust you?" "Yang Zixiao only has the strength of the first level of Yuanling, but he is enough to defeat the ninth level of Yuanling warriors because he can weaken the opponent's combat power, right?" Nie Tian said directly without fear. "How do you know?" Mr. Yang was so shocked that his face was completely stiff.