After entering Putianmen, Wang Jian looked around and saw that no one was paying attention.
He said to the heavenly soldiers on the terrace: "You are the only guard."
"Yes, I am the only one today."
Tianbing said tremblingly.
Wang Jian nodded: "Work hard and don't be lazy."
"Yes, yes."
Tianbing quickly cheered up and said.
Wang Jian smiled, turned around and walked towards the street on the second floor.
"Farewell to Master Tianlu."
Tianbing said with cupped hands.
This guy is so stupid that he gave me a gift.
I want to give him a thumbs up.
Wang Jian was secretly happy.
Finding a deserted place, Wang Jian touched the phantom runes on the hidden cloak again, and his body transformed into a strong young man with short hair.
"These gods with lower cultivation levels can't see my true form, as long as they don't meet the venerable ones."
Wang Jian said secretly in his heart, and disappeared from the place.
The second-level sky is equivalent to a small plane as a whole, three times larger than Jiangnan City.
It is filled with ancient towers and buildings.
Although it is not as good as the Qionglou Yuyu on the sixth-level sky, it still looks quite impressive.
It gives people a feeling of being in a fairyland.
The low-level gods on the street were all dressed in ancient costumes, and there were a dazzling array of goods on both sides of the street.
Wang Jian found that most of the items sold were talismans and elixirs.
At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came over, and then the whole street shook.
Immediately, the low-level gods on the street retreated to both sides of the street, each with a look of horror on their face.
"No, the city lord is here."
"Quick, get out of the way" City Lord Wang Jian was slightly startled and followed the crowd to stand on the edge of the street.
In the memory of Tianming God, Wang Jian learned that except for the sixth heaven, which is the Lord, the managers of other heavens are city lords, equivalent to princes.
"Drive" A dozen soldiers in black armor galloped past on war horses, and a big white snake as thick as a bucket dragged a wooden cart closely behind them, causing a whistling wind.
The wooden cart is engraved with various patterns, and a flag is placed behind the cart.
There are two big characters on the flag: Duanmu The moment the soldiers on horseback passed Wang Jianjian, Wang Jian couldn't help but feel palpitations.
The intimidating feeling made him breathless.
"It's from the Duanmu family."
"The person sitting in the car must be Duanmu Rui, the seventh elder of the Duanmu family."
"That's not necessarily true.
Maybe it's Duanmu Ying, Duanmu Rui's daughter."
"How do you know" "This is the kind of car I saw Duanmuying riding in last time."
The low-level gods on the side started talking in low voices.
A flash of light flashed in Wang Jian's eyes, and he thought to himself, it seems that the entire heaven has really been controlled by the Duanmu family.
Duanmu Qing, who has just stepped into the realm of the Sage, is Pixiu's wife.
It will be difficult for him to take revenge.
More difficult.
"Ah" a scream interrupted Wang Jian's thoughts.
"You are seeking death," the leader of the black-armored soldier cursed with a long whip in his hand.
He saw a little girl falling down in the middle of the street.
The little girl was lying under the horse and shivering.
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Just now, the horse's front hoof had stepped on her right leg.
She was holding her hand and crying while holding back the pain.
"What's wrong?"
A soft voice came from the wooden cart, and then the curtain of the wooden cart was lifted, revealing an alluring face, with water-cut eyes, curved eyebrows, a straight nose, and white teeth and cherry lips. , she is Duan Muying, the daughter of Duan Mu Rui, the Lord of the Second Heavenly City.
The leading black-armored soldier hurriedly raised his hands and said: "Report to the eldest lady, here is a desperate person who suddenly blocked the road."
As he said, he pointed at the little girl and said: "Believe it or not, I will chop you with a knife."
The little girl cried: "I, I can't move my legs."
"Then you won't fucking crawl to the roadside," the black-armored soldier cursed, and as he spoke, he pulled out the long knife from his waist.
Suddenly, Wang Jian's face darkened.
With a thought in his mind, the high-level attack sacred weapon Black Blade appeared in his hand.
Before he could take action, he saw a white shadow flash past, and then the black-armored soldier named Zhao San screamed miserably.
His arm that only wanted to draw the sword was cut off and fell to the ground, and blood spurted out for a while. , so scared that the low-level gods on both sides of the street screamed.
"Who dares to attack someone from the Duanmu family?
Take him down quickly," Duanmu Ying said with a cold expression.
In an instant, all the soldiers drew their weapons from their waists and attacked the white shadow.
The white shadow slowly fell to the ground, and then revealed its original shape.
It turned out to be a white cat the size of a calf.
It bared its teeth and turned into a man with a cold face.
He was dressed in white and had white hair.
It was draped over his shoulders and he said sternly: "Whoever dares to take a step forward will suffer the same fate as him."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the body of Zhao San, who was covering his broken arm and howling miserably, exploded violently. , turned into a ball of blood mist.
So awesome, this guy is at least at the late stage of the True Yuan Stage.
Wang Jian's eyes widened and his face was filled with shock.
The soldiers holding weapons looked at me and I looked at you.
They looked at each other for a moment, then they all dismounted and knelt down and said, "Greetings to Your Highness."
The white-haired man grinned and said calmly: "Sister, where are you going in such a hurry?"
Duanmuying put down the curtain and said in a cold voice: "Auntie has stepped into the realm of the Holy Saint.
My father asked me to return to the Sixth Heaven immediately.
What are you doing here?"
"I'm not making trouble, I just can't see your guards being so arrogant and domineering."
"You have killed people, and you have played tricks on Wei Feng.
Now you can get out of the way."
"Of course, but I'm curious, why didn't your father call me when you were sent to you?
The last time Uncle Bai Jing stepped into the realm of the Sage, your father didn't call me either."
The white-haired man said with a faint smile.
"That's his business and has nothing to do with me.
You can ask him yourself, Zhao Si, let's go."
The black-armored soldiers mounted their horses one after another, and the convoy moved again, quickly disappearing at the end of the street.
The white-haired man helped the little girl on the ground and said, "Are you okay?"
"No, it's okay."
A hint of cunning flashed in the little girl's eyes, then she stood up.
Wang Jian took one look and caught the change in the little girl's eyes.
There was a hint of joking on his face, and he murmured: "It took me a long time to do it, but it turned out to be a mistake.
My acting was okay, but it was exposed at the end."
After falling, the white-haired man turned his head and looked this way.
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Seeing the white-haired man staring at him, Wang Jian's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he secretly thought it was not good.
Damn, this guy has such good hearing, he can hear clearly even at such a young age
"Brother, what is porcelain?"
the white-haired man stared at Wang Jian and said sternly.
The low-level gods around looked at Wang Jian one after another.
Most of their eyes were filled with pity.
For them, Wang Jian was going to be in bad luck.
A smile appeared at the corner of Wang Jian's mouth: "It's nothing, I mean I'm very moved.
The spirit of the young master in saving people is worth learning.
The person I admire the most is the young master
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