Thinking of this, the short-bearded man could not help but feel proud. He snorted coldly and patted the old man's shoulder heavily, saying, "You're smart. Let's go!"
Then, the short-bearded man and his group left, and the onlookers also left one after another.
"Grandpa, I'm sorry!" The little boy was so scared that he was already crying. He looked at the old man apologetically.
The old man shook his head, took another skewer of candied haws, and handed it to him. He said with a smile, "It's okay. Go home quickly."
After the little boy left, the old man started to peddle his candied haws again.
"A dignified cultivator actually needs to extort money from the old, weak, sick, and children. What a joke." Ye Shenghui smiled and shook his head.
"There will always be some black sheep in a force. It's not surprising," Alchemist Murong said.
Lin Yun kept looking at the old man. Others might not pay much attention to this old man, but Lin Yun felt that this old man was a little strange.
How could an old man who sold candied hawthorns take out Upper Grade Primordial Stones, let alone take out ten Upper Grade Primordial Stones at once, just to save a child who had nothing to do with him. This was a little strange.
But soon, Lin Yun's thoughts returned to the Demon Slayer Sword. After all, who this old man was had nothing to do with him. He had now determined the location of the Demon Slayer Sword fragment.
"Let's go there." Lin Yun looked at the end of the main road of Wanliu City. Ye Shenghui and Alchemist Murong also looked in that direction.
At the end of the main road was a rather large mansion. On the plaque of the mansion, there were three big words engraved — City Lord's Mansion.
Ye Shenghui and Alchemist Murong didn't ask much. After putting on their masks, they followed Lin Yun's footsteps and walked along the main road.
As Lin Yun and the other two moved forward, the gate of the City Lord's Mansion suddenly opened. Then, they saw dozens of strong cultivators carrying bows and arrows on their backs and carrying sabers on their waists walk out of the City Lord's Mansion.
"Go away, go away! Don't block the way! " These dozens of elite martial artists separated the crowd, and in the middle of them was a middle-aged man with a big belly.
This middle-aged man was short and fat. He was dressed in gold and silver, and he liked to look at people from the corner of his eyes. He had an air of arrogance about him.
"It's the City Lord …"
"This guy is coming out to collect money again!"
"What a bastard! You have to collect money every day! "
When the surrounding shop owners saw this short and fat man, they couldn't help but seethe with anger. This person was the city lord of Myriad Flows City, Pan Jianren.
Ten Thousand Flow City was a city under the control of a third rank sect in the Kai Ze Region, the Ten Thousand Flow Sect. This Pan Jianren was the younger brother of the Ten Thousand Flow Sect's sect master.
Usually, he committed all sorts of crimes and committed all sorts of evil deeds, causing him to be spurned by others.
However, the commoners were all afraid of the First-rank Wu Huang and the Ten Thousand Flow Sect behind him. Moreover, they still needed to survive in Ten Thousand Flow City, so they didn't dare to offend him in the slightest.
"All of you, get out here! Hurry up and hand over the money, ten upper grade Primal Stones per person, otherwise, all of you can get the hell out of Ten Thousand Flow City! "Pan Jianren stood in the center of the street with his hands on his hips and yelled.
For a moment, the shop owners all handed over their money. Even if they were extremely unwilling, they didn't dare to resist in the slightest.
As soon as they saw Pan Jianren, Lin Yun had signaled Ye Shenghui and Ye Shenghui to stop.
After sensing for a moment, Lin Yun smiled and said, "The thing is on him, let's go."
At this moment, Pan Jianren was counting the upper grade Primal Stones in his hand, his face filled with a proud smile as he muttered to himself, "If it wasn't for Fei Shui doing this, how could I …"
Pan Jianren's thoughts were suddenly interrupted as a young man's cold voice sounded in his ear.
"You have something of mine on you."
Pan Jianren looked up and saw three people standing in front of him. They were all of different heights, and all of them were wearing masks. It was Lin Yun's group of three.
Lin Yun had his hands behind his back as he calmly looked at Pan Jianren. He had just used his Divine Sense to confirm that the fragment of the Demon Slayer Sword was indeed on Pan Jianren's body.
"How dare you!" The several dozen elite cultivators shouted coldly and were about to raise their weapons when Pan Jianren raised his hand, indicating that they shouldn't act rashly.
Pan Jianren looked Lin Yun up and down, and after a moment, he sneered, "Are you trying to make me laugh? Who doesn't know that everything in this Ten Thousand Flow City belongs to me, Pan Jianren! "
Pan Jianren didn't attack immediately because he knew that these three people in front of him weren't from Ten Thousand Flow City.
The people who came and went from Ten Thousand Flow City were mostly bounty hunters. No matter how arrogant he was, with Ten Thousand Flow Sect as his backer, he didn't dare to be too disrespectful to bounty hunters.
"A fragment of a sword. It's on you," Lin Yun said with a faint tone.
Hearing Lin Yun's words, Pan Jianren frowned. After thinking for a long time, he fished out his storage space and took out an item.
It was a broken blade. It was completely black, less than half a finger long, and it didn't have any energy fluctuations.
When Lin Yun saw it, he was overjoyed. This was the fragment of the Demon Slayer Sword!
"Are you talking about this?" Pan Jianren asked.
Lin Yun nodded and continued, "Name a price."
If they were outside, Lin Yun could have just snatched it, but with so many bounty hunters around, Lin Yun didn't want to cause too much of a commotion.
"What a joke!" Pan Jianren's expression changed, becoming incomparably gloomy. He put away the fragment of the Demon Slayer Sword, looked at Lin Yun, and suddenly revealed a treacherous smile, "Although this Lord doesn't know what this broken blade is used for, I'm sure it's no ordinary item."
"Since you recognize this item, you might have other broken blades on you."
Lin Yun's face was expressionless, without the slightest fluctuation of emotion, and only looked at Pan Jianren.
Pan Jianren took a step back, waved his hand, and shouted, "Men, take him down for me!"
"Let me tell you, boy! Everything in this Ten Thousand Flow City belongs to me, Pan Jianren. If you know what's good for you, hand over the broken blade, and this Lord will spare your life! "
Following Pan Jianren's order, the dozens of elite martial artists suddenly rushed out, drew their bows, and drew their sabers, surrounding Lin Yun's group of three like tigers watching their prey.
"Who is this person …"
"Daring to ask for something from Pan Jianren, isn't this like looking for a lantern in the latrine? Is he looking for death? "
"Daring to cause trouble in Ten Thousand Flow City, his courage is commendable!"
For a moment, the passersby all retreated, and there was an uproar.
"Sovereign!" Ye Shenghui frowned, wanting to remind Lin Yun that if he made a move here, he was afraid that it would attract unnecessary trouble.
"No matter, we'll leave once we get the item," Lin Yun said lightly.
This sentence was naturally heard by Pan Jianren, and Pan Jianren flew into a rage, pointing at Lin Yun and shouting, "Not only do you want to take this Lord's item, but you also want to leave? Your tone is not small, ah, take him down! "
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