C49

"What are you blabbering about!?" Hurry up and capture that brat! " Nan Rongtian kept shouting from the back, attracting the scornful gazes of countless passersby.

Several of the soldiers frowned as well. The leader of the group spoke to Qingyang in a low voice, "Little brother, it's best if you surrender so that you won't be harmed."

Smiling indifferently, Qingyang waved his hand, "Just come at me."

Seeing that their kind persuasion was ineffective, the few of them looked at each other, steeled their hearts and walked towards Qing Yang in large strides.

With a wave of his hand, he signaled Lu Xianghan and Dongfang Ming to retreat a bit, since they were only surrounding Qingyang, but fortunately, they had iron helmets on their heads, so their expressions were unreadable. Perhaps even their faces were red because they were captured by heavy armored soldiers on the streets as they surrounded a thirteen or fourteen year old child.

"Sorry, little brother." One of the bull-like people said in a low voice. Then, he formed a ring with his hands and pounced towards the Azure Sun. However, the rest of the people did not move.

The tip of his foot lightly tapped the ground, easily dodging the arms of the sturdy soldier. He still had a faint smile on his face, but his eyes weren't as cold as when he looked at Nan Rongtian. After all, these soldiers could only helplessly listen to their master's orders.

"Hmm? You dodged it? " The soldier was somewhat surprised to see a bear hug empty air. He was immediately taken aback.

"You pieces of trash! He couldn't even capture a thirteen or fourteen-year-old brat! Why should I raise you! " Not too far away, Nan Rongtian loudly shouted as he saw that a Houtian realm martial artist had been dodged by Qingyang.

The surrounding passersby were also surprised. They covered their mouths and laughed. They were surprised that such a young man was actually an expert. They were surprised that a Hou Tian Warrior could not even capture a child.

The soldier felt embarrassed. He also felt that his face was burning. He secretly felt sorry and was about to use a martial art to capture Qingyang.

With a chuckle, Qingyang ferociously stomped on the ground. The two of them were only a few meters apart, yet they had already pressed their bodies close to the soldier in the span of a breath.

The soldier only saw a blur before his eyes as Qingyang appeared in front of him. Just as he was about to make a move out of shock, he noticed a faint smile that seemed to be mocking him.

He changed his palm with one hand and didn't even use his innate energy. He only used his physical strength and used a simple Tiger Pounce to hit the soldier in the chest armor.

Bang.

The bull-like muscular man was sent flying a few meters back, heavily crashing into the ground. He felt a sweet taste in his throat as he spat out a small mouthful of blood.

A mere move had injured a Houtian realm martial artist's heavy armored soldiers. Regardless of whether it was Nan Rongtian or the other soldiers or passersby, they were all incomparably shocked. The rest of them looked at each other in dismay as they looked at the faintly smiling Qingyang who was still on the field, unsure of what to do.

The leader quickly ran over to help the injured soldier up. He found that Qingyang's control of strength was extremely delicate. Although the breastplate was broken, the soldier only spat out a mouthful of blood, but was fine.

Taking a deep breath, the leader frowned and took two steps forward before cupping his hands together. "Thank you, little brother, for showing mercy."

Waving his hand, Qingyang glanced at Nan Rongtian and said indifferently, "I just want you to remember that you're from the Kingdom of Nan Rong's soldiers, not the officials' lackeys."

After thinking for a moment, the person did not speak. He cupped his fist and nodded, waving to the rest of the people to move away.

This action had obviously enraged the extremely arrogant South Rongtian, "What do you want to do?!"

The leader bowed to the two injured men and said with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Young Master, this kid is probably a Xiantian master. I can't let my brothers die for nothing."

"You ?" As Nan Rongtian heard this, his face flushed red. He didn't know whether to feel ashamed or angry. His entire body trembled, but he didn't know how to stop this.

"Who is causing trouble here!"

A cold shout suddenly rang out from not too far away. The passersby who had originally surrounded them all retreated when they heard it. The four people who slowly walked over made Qingyang frown.

The leader was an old man in ordinary clothes. He had a head of silver hair and a good-natured face, which made it easy for those who had just met him to have a good impression of him.

However, the aura that was being faintly emitted from his body was extremely tyrannical. After silently calculating in his heart, Qingyang was secretly shocked that he was probably much stronger than him.

The other two middle-aged men were guarding a young man in the middle. Qingyang released his spiritual sense to sense that they were actually both peak Houtian masters.

"So it's Nan Rongtian. Why are you bringing your guards here?" The lazy voice of the young man suddenly rang out, but the disdain in his voice was clear.

When they heard the voice of the young man, Qingyang and the others also shifted their gazes over. After they carefully sized up the young man, who was around seventeen to eighteen, they secretly praised him.

Dressed in a purple and gold silk garment, he held a paper fan made of ink in his hands. Like jade, he exuded a noble and gentle temperament. His five-foot-tall body seemed slightly thin.

Her slightly pale face had exquisite facial features, and under her thick black eyebrows was a pair of slightly indifferent black eyes, as if she could see through everything in the world.

"So it's my cousin." He quickly ran over to the youth's side as if he was trying to curry favor with him. At this moment, his tone was rather flattering: "This brat insulted our Nan Rong family, I will personally let my guard teach him a lesson."

"Cousin? Could it be that this person is also a member of the Nan Rong family? " Qingyang's sword-like eyebrows slightly knitted but he did not open his mouth to explain anything. Furthermore, with so many people watching, even the Imperial Family would not be able to turn the black and white around.

"Oh? To insult the Nan Rong family? " With a raise of his eyebrows, the young man said indifferently.

"It's a pity that although that brat is young, his cultivation is quite high. He's actually a Xiantian master." "He injured one of our guards." Nan Rong Tian whispered into the youth's ear. As he looked at Qingyang, a hint of jealousy and hatred flashed through his eyes.

Lin Ming nodded his head, a trace of anger could be seen between the young man's eyebrows. However, he also knew just what sort of character this Nan Rongtian was. Perhaps the words that he had spoken to him only added to the fire.

Ye Zichen looked at the two middle-aged men beside him, and the two of them immediately understood what he meant, and surrounded Nan Rongtian in the middle.

He slowly walked towards Qingyang who was standing beside him. The young man's face was as cold as ice. "Was what happened just now the same as he said?"

With the same faint smile, Qingyang slightly raised his head and met the pair of black eyes: "Right and wrong, justice is in the heart of men." "What do you think?"

Glancing at Lu Xianghan, who was standing beside Qingyang, and then looking at the guilty Nan Rongtian, the young man nodded as he thought to himself. With a slight smile, he said, "Little brother, please come with me to the Jiqing Restaurant. I wonder what you think? "