At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The old man was very angry.

"Dare to bully our young lady, Senior Brother will give that guy a little shock!"

"Dare to provoke our young lady, he must be tired of living!"

"Damn it! Don't catch that guy, or I will skin him alive!"

The disciples were filled with righteous indignation, and they looked like they were ready to fight.

Tang Lian chuckled, then frowned and said, "I want to see which immortal dares to bully our young lady in Xueyue City."

Tang Lian stuffed the book in his hand to a disciple and left, and the disciples followed closely behind, rubbing their hands, vowing to cheer for Senior Brother.

In front of Dengtian Pavilion.

The moment the lanterns on the 13th floor attic lit up, there was an uproar below.

Some people lost everything, while others made a fortune.

As the sky gradually darkened and dusk arrived, the Dengtian Pavilion, which was supposed to be closed, lit up brightly because someone had broken into the pavilion.

A group of Xueyue City disciples rushed to the Dengtian Pavilion, and with the encouragement of the disciples, the eldest brother of Xueyue City jumped up and climbed the high building.

"Come on, eldest brother! Beat that guy down for me!"

"Humph! How dare you mess with our eldest lady? Elder brother, teach that guy a lesson."

A group of disciples waved their fists and shouted to cheer.

However, at this moment, a sighing voice reached the ears of the disciples: "Yo yo yo! Still want to beat our young master down, you are just dreaming!"

The disciples who were originally excited and shouting suddenly stopped and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a big man in black sitting leisurely on the armchair, crossing his legs, holding a teacup in his right hand, and taking a sip slowly.

Next to the big man in black was a good-looking woman, who was holding something like an account book and calculating something.

Zishu put down the teacup, looked at the disciples of Xueyue City, and said disdainfully: "What are you looking at? I'm talking about you, a bunch of little Karas."

Arrogant! How arrogant!

Their own territory was humiliated by outsiders, how could a man endure it.

The disciples glared at him, and walked forward one by one indignantly.

"Hey! You guys, do you know this is Xueyue City?"

"I know! But so what?" Zishu said lightly: "Are you going to beat me? I'm a guest, so I'm not afraid of spreading it out and giving Xueyue City a bad reputation."

Everyone gnashed their teeth, rubbing their hands, as if ready to rush up and beat him.

At this moment, the older disciples stopped the impulse of the younger disciples.

"Guests are welcome, so keep calm and don't bring discredit to our Xueyue City." The older disciple shouted in a deep voice.

Although they were very angry about Zishu's arrogant attitude, the disciples calmed down when they thought of Xueyue City.

The older disciple clasped his fists towards Zishu: "My friend, I am Han Feizi, a disciple of Xueyue City. What is your name?"

Zishu glanced at him and smiled playfully: "Are you the one who was knocked down from the tenth floor by my son?"

Hearing this, Han Feizi's expression froze.

"How do you talk to our Senior Brother Han!" The young disciple couldn't help but said angrily.

Senior Brother Han calmed the young disciple down, then took a deep breath and said to Zishu: "It's okay to be inferior to others, but you are so arrogant, isn't it a bit too much? May I ask if Xueyue City has ever offended you?"

Zishu stretched and said lazily: "No, it's just that I speak directly, even my son can't do anything to me, let alone a small disciple of Xueyue City."

"You!" Even Senior Brother Han, who has always been good-tempered, couldn't help but get angry.

As the host, they treated outsiders like a polite manner, but the other party was like eating a barrel of explosives, and they exploded at every turn.

Seeing that the emotions were almost provoked, Zishu picked up the table and directly put a dozen silver dollars on it, and said provocatively: "If you don't agree, place a bet. I bet that our son can reach the fifteenth floor, and the senior brother of Xueyue City is no match at all."

The person who was cheated before leaving the stage twitched his mouth.

The good guy is here again!

Bang!

Han Feizi took the lead in taking out a stack of silver dollars and slapped it on the table, saying coldly: "I bet one thousand taels, and the eldest brother will win!"

"I bet on the eldest brother to win too!"

"I bet on the eldest brother to win too!"

With the lead of the eldest brother Han, the other disciples took out silver dollars and bet on the eldest brother to win.

Looking at this group of young people with boiling blood and high morale.

The rat smiled and gestured, shouting at the top of his voice: "Master Lin, keep the account!"

Dengtian

The fourteenth floor of the pavilion.

Xiao Ruolin, who had spent a lot of time on the thirteenth floor, lost his patience and went directly to the next floor.

As soon as he stepped into the fourteenth floor, he saw a burly man in black clothes jumping out of the pavilion.

Tang Lian first tidied up her messy hair, then turned around.

Looking at Xiao Ruolin, she said warmly: "Tang Lian, the eldest disciple of Xueyue City."

Tang Lian smiled, and it was impossible to tell whether she was happy or angry, but Xiao Ruolin sensed a sense of hostility.

Xiao Ruolin nodded slightly and responded politely: "Xuanming Envoy of the Soul-Binding Pavilion, Xiao Ruolin."

This time, he told the other party his real name, without choosing to hide it or give a fake name.

Hearing the three words of the Soul-Binding Pavilion, Tang Lian, who has been on missions outside for many years, has heard a little bit.

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "May I ask if it's the Soul Binding Pavilion on the assassin list?"

Xiao Ruolin nodded slightly, "Yes!"

Tang Lian's face was condensed, and a murderous intent was released instantly: "You are so brave, you actually revealed your identity as an assassin."

Xiao Ruolin smiled lightly, stepped forward with his right foot, and a terrifying murderous aura instantly crushed the murderous intent released by Tang Lian.

"Could it be that Xueyue City doesn't welcome it?"

Tang Lian put away his murderous intent and laughed, "Just kidding, except for the Dark River, Xueyue City welcomes heroes from all over the world. I have heard a little about your style, and I still admire you."

Walking around for many years, he knows a lot of rumors in the world.

For example, the newly emerging assassin organization, the Soul Binding Pavilion, its assassination targets are all extremely vicious people. Although they are also engaged in murderous activities, the perception is different.

If there is a killer worthy of admiration, it is only the killers of the Soul Binding Pavilion.

It's just that the word "Xuan Ming Shi"...

Tang Lian frowned slightly. It's not like he had never encountered assassins from the Soul Binding Pavilion before, and he also knew that they wore tokens that symbolized their identities in the pavilion.

But he had only heard of the Earth-level assassins and the highest Heaven-level assassins, and most of them only had a black token with "Soul" written on it, but he had never heard of the three words "Xuan Ming Shi".

Tang Lian asked tentatively: "May I ask what your identity is in the Soul Binding Pavilion?"

Although it was a bit abrupt, the heart that couldn't hold back couldn't help it.

Xiao Ruolin smiled faintly and replied: "The Pavilion Master of the Soul Binding Pavilion - Xuan Ming Shi Xiao Ruolin!"