After finally rushing into the crowd, Leng Yan finally saw the notice posted on the city wall.

"Yan Leng? This flower-picking thief is called Yan Leng?"

He was slightly stunned when he saw the name and thought to himself that this person is somewhat similar to his name.

However, when Leng Yan saw the portrait on the wall, he became even more confused.

"How come this person looks so familiar, it seems like he has seen him there..."

Suddenly, Leng Yan widened his eyes and showed an incredible look. Isn’t this the person in the portrait him...

Coincidentally, just when Leng Yan was confused and surprised, a monk next to him turned around and saw Leng Yan's appearance.

The monk was stunned at first, then turned around and looked at the notice on the wall. After confirming, an expression of excitement suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Good boy, you're really bold..."

He shouted loudly and grabbed Leng Yan's arm tightly.

Leng Yan frowned and subconsciously threw away the man.

Unexpectedly, such a fuss immediately attracted the attention of other monks.

"Ah... this... isn't it just Yan Leng, the flower-picking thief?"

"Catch him and get the reward!"

The monks were in a state of excitement. They felt that the five hundred low-grade spirit stones were so close to them for the first time.

"I...not......Damn!"

Leng Yan originally wanted to explain, but when he saw everyone rushing towards him with great momentum, he suddenly felt cold behind his back, and simply threw his arms away and ran out of the city regardless of everything.

"Hurry up, the flower-picking thief Yan Leng appears! Hurry up and catch him!"

I don’t know who shouted, which made all the monks at the city gate turn back.

"What? The flower-picking thief appeared?"

Some monks saw this scene and chased Leng Yan in the direction of no matter how many years he did.

So, Leng Yan quickly followed a torrent of monks.

"...What the hell is this...my god..."

Leng Yan, who had not figured out the situation, turned around and saw ten thousand some kind of divine beasts rushing past in his heart.

Fortunately, these monks were not very strong, so Leng Yan finally successfully hid in the deep mountains more than a thousand miles ahead of Yunyi City.

However, his reputation became increasingly greater and soon the news of him spread throughout Yunyi City.

"Have you heard that? This flower-picking thief just appeared at the city gate..."

"Of course, this thief is really brave."

"In the end, he actually let him run away... It's a pity that five hundred low-grade spirit stones..."

In the city lord's mansion, the city lord Wang Meng sat in the lower seat of the lobby with fear.

Above the throne, there was a young monk with an arrogant expression. Although his cultivation level was only in the early stage of Qi Condensation, it still made Wang breathless, just because he came from Wuliang Sword Palace.

"You said someone left a note in your daughter's boudoir on the first day?"

The young man frowned and the teacup he was holding stopped at his mouth.

"Yes, Lord Shang Chai, although the flower-picking thief did not attack my daughter, he left the document, as if he was deliberately provoking!"

Wang Meng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, swallowed and spitted carefully.

This young man was the man sent by Wuliang Sword Palace to take over the selection of female slave disciples.

There is a rule in Wuliang Sword Palace. Every time when selecting female slave disciples, in order to avoid cheating from others, they will first gather these disciples who are waiting to participate in the selection, and finally test them one by one, leaving behind qualified female slave disciples.

This time, Wuliang Sword Palace gave Yunyi City a total of five places, and the city lord's daughter occupied one.

Unexpectedly, Wang Meng naturally had to explain it to the mission clearly after the incident of the flower-picking thief.

"Don't this person know that your daughter is going to participate in the selection of female slave disciples?" The young man's words gradually became cold.

"I should know..." Wang Meng lowered his head and spoke.

If possible, he really hoped that his daughter would be able to regain his qualifications, so he said the flower-picking thief as if he was looking for trouble.

"So brave! He actually provoked Wuliang Sword Palace. He was so impatient to live!" The young man exerted force, and the teacup was crushed by him.

"Can you catch this person?"

He has been in Wuliang Sword Palace for many years and has long been used to being praised by others when he goes there. At this time, he heard that someone dared to deliberately provoke Wuliang Sword Palace, which would be strange if he is not angry.

"Reporting to the master, this person is very cunning and has not been caught yet, but there is a portrait of this person!"

When Wang Meng saw the man's reaction, he was delighted and hurriedly ordered the guard to get a notice.

"Please look at the above person, this is this person!"

"Okay! Very good!"

The young monk took a look, then put away the portrait. In his heart, those who dared to provoke Wuliang Sword Palace were destined to be unable to move forward in the world of immortal cultivation.

At the same time, the Divine Sword Sect, Han Xiao stood on the top of the mountain with a look of resentment, and there were several young men next to him. They were either other people, but Mo Yu and others.

"Today, the disciples of Wuliang Sword Palace have arrived in Yunyi City. Look at their proud words... Don't you know that Yunyi City is the blessing of my Divine Sword Sect?"

Han Xiao, who has always been talking very little, rarely said so much in one breath.

"That's right, Wuliang Sword Palace has to choose a female slave disciple, but it's a delay in selecting disciples in the lower realm in two years!"

The third brother Meng Yun also said something very unhappy.

"It's not simple? They did this just to fear the rise of other sects. If there are really many geniuses in the world and we choose, do you think they will be happy?" Mo Yu's face showed disdain.

"But so what? Did Bai Ye, the genius from Wuliang Sword Palace, still lose to Guy from the West? What he lost is the people from our entire immortal world!"

The mockery in the words of the old fourth Wu Xuan is very obvious.

"Hmph, I know that the nest is wide. Didn't I send a hundred mysterious ant beasts to the secular world some time ago? Isn't it just to please the magic world?"

When it comes to Wuliang Sword Palace, the few people seem to have endless complaints.

"By the way, when it comes to Xuanyi Beast Rider, I don't know what's going on in the secular world?"

The fourth old man Wu Xuan showed a smile of interest and a lot of playful smile on his lips.

"What else can it be... Of course, if that mortal is Lao Wu..."

The third brother Meng Yun seemed to understand the meaning of the fourth brother, but Yang Yang got a thick stack of human skin masks from somewhere.

"…Why do you have so many!"

The boss Mo Yu was slightly stunned, and he found a lot of human skin masks from there.

When Han Xiao saw this scene, he silently took out a lot of masks.

"You have already prepared the tools to run away..."

Wu Xuan frowned, and then he also took out a thick stack of human skin masks from behind.

Hahaha! Seeing this scene, the people seemed to be feeling much better.

They know that the mortals in the world are most likely to be Lao Wu Leng Yan.

Therefore, he has prepared many human skin masks at the same time, obviously trying to help Leng Yan fight against Wuliang Sword Palace.

At this moment, a disciple hurried to the distance, holding a piece of white paper in his hand.

"Qi reported to the young master, there was something small in Yunyi City."

"Huh?" The people had just become in a good mood, and they were disturbed by their disciples at this moment, and they couldn't help but lack interest.

"What's the matter?" Han Xiao said.

"Reporting to the young sect leader, Yun Yicheng has posted many notices everywhere, and is wanted by the flower picker... But the flower picker is not already..."

The disciple whispered, because the flower-picking thief was killed by him.

"There is something like this? Take it to me and take a look!" Han Xiao frowned.

Soon, the blank paper was opened and the few people came over, especially the third and fourth brothers, who also participated in this matter.

But when they saw the portrait on the wanted order, they immediately exclaimed,

"Old Wu?"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!