The royal city seems destined to be unstable tonight.

At the same time that the trade fair came to an end, something was happening elsewhere.

Xicheng District.

Located in the far west of Xicheng District, there is a treasure family in Dongtianwang City.

There are so many forces in the royal city who would not provoke this family on weekdays, and intentionally or unintentionally, they are maintaining the existence of such a Taixu force.

Yao family!

The Taixu force, or the Taixu family, is not a clan. If there is a Taixu in a sect, it can be called a Taixu force.

But except for one Taixu.

Zhan Dao, the number of thrones must reach a certain impressive standard and be officially recognized, registered, and publicly announced by the Holy Temple before it can be recognized by the world.

Such as Daxian Tianzong, Guiyin Pavilion, etc...

Even if there is Taixu among these sects, they can only be called the "overlord power of Dongtian King City".

Because, those Taixu, in the final analysis, are just a guest.

To sum it up simply.

These forces can only be the overlords in Dongtianwang City.

But after leaving Dongtian King City, they basically have no connections, and they are not known or recognized by other regions, prefectures and cities within the boundary, and the forces in the royal city.

The real Taixu force is not like this.

Wherever they are, wherever they have guards, there are basically no other outside forces that would provoke them.

The Yao family of Dongtianwang City is such a existence.

There is no other reason.

The old man of the Yao family, Yao Ye, is a contemporary sword holder known as the Twenty-One Swordsman, Jian Taisheng, and the Water Sword!

The Yao family is also different from the Su family of Su Qianqian in Tiansang City.

It is not in decline.

There is no such thing as the old man who holds the famous sword, and the famous sword is in urgent need of changing hands. This is the moment when a family is most in decline.

Mr. Yao Ye has held the Dao sword for thirty years.

The reason why the entire Yao family was able to become a Taixu force was because he killed it with one sword after another!

now.

Outside Yao Mansion on a rainy night.

In the area around the Yao Mansion, which is three miles away from the Forbidden Sword, there are not many other spiritual alchemists on weekdays. At most, there are only the occasional swordsman who comes here for fame.

Tonight, there is an exception.

The place beyond the third street of Yao Mansion is a place of lonely people.

Suddenly, a dirty and sloppy uncle walked out from the corner.

The uncle's curly, dirty, oily hair stuck tightly to his scalp due to the moisture of the rain.

He was in tatters, his eyes were very cloudy, and his eyes were extremely heavy with bags.

There was also a big sack in his hand, which was making a rattling noise inside, like a man who had come all the way to the royal city to collect rags in the wind and rain.

As he walked forward, he muttered something to himself in amazement:

"It's weird..."

"Is there anyone who collects the Crazy Carved Sword?"

"How do these people know where the sword holder of the crazy carving sword is, and how do they dare to attack that madman?"

"The key point is that I dare not forget it, but I still defeated that madman. It's amazing."

"I just don't know whether Yao Ye of the Yao family at the center of this storm is dead..."

The sloppy uncle dragged a large sack.

When no one is around, he moves very quickly.

In a short while, they crossed the Third Street and arrived at the door of Yao Mansion.

"who!"

The two guards at the door stood with swords in hand. They were immediately alert, vaguely aware that the person coming was not simple.

Everyone in the Yao family, including the servants, are swordsmen.

There are both spiritual sword cultivators and rare ancient sword cultivators.

As a swordsman, you can probably realize that the person coming tonight is also a member of the same profession.

The slovenly uncle who was dragging the sack wiped the rainwater from his forehead, lifted the curly hair close to his scalp to his head, showed a stiff smile, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I would like to inform your old man, Yao Ye, that someone is coming to get the sword, and tell him to present the famous sword quickly."

The guard at the door was shocked.

There are still such arrogant people in the royal city, dare to make such a declaration in front of the Yao Mansion?

In the past few years, they had come into contact with many assassins who tried to seize swords, but this was the first time they had seen such a blatant assassin.

As soon as his eyes moved downward, he looked down from the dirty yellow eyes of the sloppy uncle.

The two guards caught sight of the old man's hand dragging the sack...

"Eight fingers?!"

This time, the two of them became stiff first.

Immediately, they all laughed out loud.

"Here comes another one!" One of the guards shook his head and laughed, instantly removing most of his vigilance.

"I know who you are. If nothing else, you are also called Ba Zunxun?" Another guard smiled at the sloppy uncle.

However, the two of them began to mock each other:

"This is the 361st Eight Masters I have ever seen..."

"You should have missed the count. I remember that if you include the great masters of the spiritual formation from last time, it should be three hundred and sixty-eight!"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

"Indeed, just add one tonight."

The guards were chatting and joking, which really shocked the uncle who was soaked in the rain outside the door. He lowered his head for a moment, "Are so many people pretending to be..."

Unexpectedly, this murmur was still heard, and the guards looked at each other and smiled.

"Again!"

"It's this kind of talking to oneself again, whispering in a low voice, laughing to death, but not laughing at all..."

"Hey!"

One of the guards pointed at the sloppy uncle and sneered: "How are you going to prove your identity to us? Are you going to show the ten-segment sword finger, the giant Buddha slash, the sword coming from the east, or the sword chant?"

The sloppy uncle opened his mouth.

Another guard pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice: "The real Eight Masters don't need to be shown!"

At the same time, the uncle also spoke, and his voice was really hoarse: "Really... huh?"

Halfway through his words, the uncle seemed to hear the overlapping voices from the guards at the door, and was immediately startled.

When he raised his eyes again, the two people were already laughing so hard that they fell off their feet.

The sky is still drizzling.

The sloppy old man on the street suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth.

His toes exposed outside the tattered cloth shoes curled up and dug into the floor, carving a sharp, sword-like groove into it.

"Have you laughed enough?" the uncle said in a solemn voice.

Even at this moment, he could not suppress his anger, which was so embarrassing that he could not calm down.

"Hahahahaha..."

"Wait, wait, let me laugh a few more times. You can't do this. You didn't make enough preparations as the two of us, so you came to seize the sword?"

"Let's go quickly. Mr. Yao is not someone you can mess with. If you want to die in another place, we don't want to help collect corpses every night. It's very annoying!"

"Counterfeiters everywhere, damn..."

The two of them laughed and cursed, but suddenly the atmosphere became a little cold and seemed to become serious.

They quickly stopped laughing and looked up.

But he saw that the sloppy uncle had already put his fingers together in the air, with a sharp edge exposed on them.
To be continued...