Sang Luliu checked, and the last trace of luck in her heart disappeared. She said in a deep voice: "Law enforcement team, immediately seal off the city. Anyone who dares to escape...will be killed without mercy!"

…

In Qingyanfang City, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling.

The law enforcement team checked the monks one by one and found no demon cultivators, but found many robbery cultivators who were on the wanted list.

These qi-training-level robbery cultivators were trapped in the second-level formation. They had no way to go to the sky or to the earth, so they could only fight with the law enforcement team.

Various explosions and the sound of clashing magic weapons came one after another.

“Good tea…”

Fang Xing was sitting on the top of an eight-story attic in the middle of the city, with a look of tranquility on his face, sipping a cup of spiritual tea.

"This tea species was originally an ordinary tea species. Later, it was transplanted onto our second-level spiritual veins. After generations of tea lovers passed through many crosses and selections, this 'three-leaf tea' tea species was created."

Sang Luliu said with a smile on her face: "If you like Fang Zhenzhuan, I will give you a few kilograms..."

"Thank you."

Fang Xing didn't feel embarrassed at all. After tasting a few more spiritual cakes, a graceful female cultivator walked over quickly: "Old Ancestor... The city has been investigating and killing thirteen cultivators. There are still some who cannot prove their identity."

Twenty-seven people... don’t know how to make a decision?"

"The mix of fish and dragons in the market makes fellow Taoists laugh." Sang Luliu bowed to Fang Xing apologetically.

In fact, it is basically an unspoken rule that the market tolerates all kinds of robberies, repairs and sales of stolen goods.

If you really don't tolerate sand in your eyes, you will only be driven out by bad money and good money will gradually become inferior to other markets in the competition, and then decline.

"It doesn't matter..."

Fang Xing took out a dark jade-like mirror from his storage bag: "This is a magic mirror. It has a second-level high-grade level... It is difficult to hide the evil energy of ordinary magic cultivators. Just take a look at it and let it go if nothing happens."

people……"

"yes!"

The female cultivator was holding the 'magic mirror' in both hands and didn't know what to do.

Sang Luliu then stood up and said with a wry smile: "In the market, except for me, I am afraid that no one can activate this spiritual weapon. I'd better go and have a look in person..."

In his heart, he was filled with envy for the true disciples of the great sect.

He didn't even have this second-level high-grade spiritual weapon, but one was almost as much as his entire net worth.

For the true disciples of the Nascent Soul Sect, it is something they can easily take out.

'Although this matter is troublesome, it is also an opportunity. If you can catch up with the Yuanying sect of Tianjian Sect, what is the mere Qingxuan Sect?'

Sang Luliu's thoughts changed and she immediately showed a smile: "I'm going to examine the demon cultivator. Qing'er, please take good care of this distinguished guest..."
Chapter completed!