She looked down and sighed boredly, "Isn't it just a practitioner who bullies others by virtue of his power? I thought something was wrong."

Although he said this, the queen had no intention of leaving.

The one downstairs was indeed not a big deal. I saw a Qingxu Sect practitioner who had just entered the city in front of Ji Qianming and others knocking an old man who was nearly 60 years old to the ground, holding a wooden carving tightly in his hand, with a slight fluctuation of spiritual power on it.

"Old man, I ask you, where did you come from this wood carving?" Liu Heng pulled the old man's collar and said viciously.

The old man struggled, his face flushed, "This is our ancestral treasure, little god, you... just return it to me!"

The queen who was standing by the window rolled her eyes, "You are still a little fairy? Just a weak chicken in the realm of 100 pounds. I can poke one hundred of them with one finger."

Ji Qianming glanced at her, "In the eyes of these ordinary people, there is no difference between Qianjun Realm and the God King, they are both existences that they cannot resist."

"Oh?" Liu Heng looked at the wood carving in his hand carefully, his eyes full of joy. "Although the spiritual power fluctuations are not obvious, there are indeed some. It should be considered a weaker magic weapon. If you sell it, you can sell at least a few spirit stones... Hehe, you make a profit."

Hearing his words, the old man suddenly became anxious, "Little God, little God! You just take this wood carving away, but this is something from our family's ancestors. How much... can you give me some money? My wife is sick in bed and she doesn't have any money to get her medicine, so she..."

"Silver?" Liu Heng raised his eyebrows, a cruel look appeared in his eyes. He kicked the old man hard in the chest, kicking him out like a sandbag, "I don't have the time to make you that useless thing."

The old man's body rolled on the ground for several times before stopping. His old face had been stoned and was beyond recognition. Large pieces of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were round and he stared blankly at the sky...

The ordinary people onlooked walked up carefully to explore his breath, and their faces changed.

Dead.

The old man who went to the city to get medicine for his seriously ill wife eventually died before his wife, just because of a ridiculous wood carving.

There were no people in the bustling streets. Most people ran far away when they saw the bad situation, or hid in nearby shops. Ji Qianming could clearly see them hiding behind the door with a frightened face.

The mortals on the entire street were scared by a young monk in the Thousand Rugged Realm.

No one dared to come forward to persuade, no one dared to uphold justice, and there was not even a single person who collected the corpse for the elderly.

Ji Qianming's fist was clenched under the table, but his expression did not change at all.

What a peaceful and prosperous era, what a practitioner who cares about human life! Is this the bloody truth buried behind this prosperous picture...

Liu Heng didn't even look at the old man's body exposed to the sun in the scorching sun. He looked around casually, chuckled in the dead atmosphere, and walked towards the other end of the street with big strides.

Ji Qianming stared at Liu Heng's departure back and suppressed his turbulent heart. He wanted to avenge the old man and eliminate harm to all living beings, but if he jumped out now, it would only arouse the suspicion of the master of the Mother.

After all, with his evil character, he is definitely not meddling in other people's business.

On the dead and empty streets, a frivolous voice came slowly.

"Haha! What a powerful little god!"

The ordinary person hiding behind the door trembled all over. The pupils of the master and the frost ghost suddenly contracted. Liu Heng, who was halfway through, stopped and squinted his eyes and looked behind him...

On the second floor of the tavern, a woman with a charming face lying by the window playing with her hair and looked at him leisurely.

At this moment, the master of the drama and the frost ghost almost couldn't control themselves and strangled the queen to death. They agreed not to cause trouble before getting the fragments?! Do you think our mission is too difficult?

Ji Qianming's mouth raised slightly, and in his eyes, the queen suddenly became much more pleasing to the eye, of course, just like the eye...

His character does not allow him to do something, but the character of the queen seems to be like this...

Beautiful job!

Liu Heng sensed the fluctuations of spiritual power on the queen's body and confirmed that the other party was a mortal, and his face suddenly became cold.

"What are you? Do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like this!"

Ignoring the crazy hints of the drama master and the Frost Ghost, the queen looked at Liu Heng and smiled contemptuously: "Oh? Who are you?"

"I am Liu Heng, the disciple of the fourth elder of Qingxu Sect!"

"Is Qingxu Sect... very amazing?"

"You!" Liu Heng saw the queen speak so wildly, and suddenly felt that the majesty of his and even the entire Qingxu Sect had been provoked and was furious!

His hand slapped on the storage bag around his waist, and a spear was held in his hand. The faint spiritual patterns flowed, and the cultivation level of the Qianjun Realm exploded!

"Queen! Don't cause trouble!" The master of the opera realized the seriousness of the problem. He was about to stand up, and the queen flipped through the window and fell steadily to the ground.

The queen's long hair blew in the wind, and even the coarse linen could not cover her graceful figure. She raised her jade-like arms and lifted her hair on her temples, opened her red lips lightly, and her tone was full of provocation:

"What, do you want to do it? Come on, little fairy!"

When did Liu Heng suffer such insults? He immediately shouted, and the light of his feet flowed, and flew towards the queen like an arrow leaving the string!

The sharp light of the spear flashed, and with the thunderous momentum, it roared through the air and came to the queen.

clang--!

A numb sound came, and a hurricane suddenly spread out around the two of them, blew the surrounding shop doors and made a crackling sound. Liu Heng, holding a spear, wider his eyes wider and wider, with a look of a ghost.

A fair palm steadily grabbed the tip of Liu Heng's spear, and a faint silver light flowed on it. The extremely sharp spear was like a child's toy and was easily pinched in the hand by the queen.

"Military Power" treats all things as soldiers.

Under the fourth-level military power, Liu Heng, who was in the Qianjun Realm, could not shake the queen's palm even if he used all his strength to attack.

The queen narrowed her eyes slightly and she smiled and said, "Little God, why can't you beat me, a mortal?"

As she said that, the force in her hand gradually increased. As the silver light flashed, the tip of the gun held by the queen in her hand squeezed into an amazing arc. Only a subtle sound came from the gun, and dense cracks were spread over the spear.

"This... is this..." Liu Heng looked at the queen in front of him dumbly and shook his head subconsciously: "No, it's impossible! You obviously don't have the slightest spiritual power! How could you catch it..."
Chapter completed!