Chapter 533: Letting the Tiger Return to the Mountain

"Hmm?" Yuan Jing was knocked away, and Old Yang's face suddenly froze, and his whole body released an uncontrollable anger.

He was so humble that he just didn't want to cause trouble.

Unfortunately, this world is too cruel. The more honest you are, the more trouble you will get.

"Old man, you are very unconvinced. If you are tired of living, how about we two brothers help you loosen your bones?" The man saw that Old Yang was angry, but he was not afraid at all, and said very arrogantly.

An old man, without any Yuan power, and a tattered carriage, it can be seen that he is a person with no background. What threat can he pose to them.

Old Yang shook his head slightly, stepped onto the carriage with his hands behind his back, and said to Nie Tian: "These two people are handed over to you."

Nie Tian curled his lips slightly, and the old man was not polite.

But he likes this kind of face-slapping thing very much, and is happy to serve.

Nie Tian took a step forward, and the fierce and domineering sword intent shot out, forcing the two men to retreat. He glanced at the two men, as if he was looking at two idiots, and smiled coldly: "We look like soft persimmons, right?"

The two men's eyes trembled slightly. They didn't pay attention to Nie Tian's existence just now. Only now did they realize that the boy in front of them was actually a warrior of the first level of Zhenyuan.

Although this strength is much weaker than theirs, he is only in his teens, too terrifying.

The two men calmed down and said coldly: "Stinky boy, hand over all the Yuanjing on you, don't cause trouble, there are some people you can't afford to offend."

"Oh?" Nie Tian smiled playfully and said, "Don't be embarrassed, there is no one in the world that I can't afford to offend."

"Shua! Shua!" As the voice fell, two sword intents shot out, and a bloody hole appeared on the faces of the two men, staining half of their faces red.

"Huh? What a terrifying sword intent!" The two men were stunned, and they didn't react until the blood flowed.

Nie Tian's sword intent was fast and fierce, not giving them any time to react.

"You stinky boy, you're looking for death!" The two touched the wounds on their faces at the same time, shouted angrily, and showed their murderous intent.

But Nie Tian didn't give them any chance to resist. A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then a more ferocious sword intent surged out.

Although these two people were at the fifth level of Zhen Yuan, they were completely lambs to be slaughtered in front of Nie Tian, ​​a warrior at the first level of Zhen Yuan.

Just when the fatal sword intent was about to kill the two, a gust of air whistled out, like a spring breeze, easily eliminating the sword intent.

"Let them go." Nie Tian looked back at Old Yang, who sighed softly and said.

It was Old Yang who rescued them. Obviously, he just wanted Nie Tian to teach these two people a lesson, and didn't want him to kill anyone.

"Get lost!" Nie Tian frowned slightly and roared.

The two dared not stay for a moment, and fled in a hurry, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"They have a force behind them, otherwise they wouldn't dare to rob at the city gate. If they are killed, someone will take revenge." Without waiting for Nie Tian to speak, Old Yang explained.

Nie Tian shook his head and smiled bitterly, muttering: "I'm afraid that if I don't kill them, someone will take revenge."

According to Nie Tian's method, it must be to cut the grass and root it out. Now that the two people have escaped, this is the real release of the tiger back to the mountain.

Wait, someone will definitely take revenge.

Old Yang didn't say much, he jumped directly on the carriage, and Nie Tian followed immediately.

Nie Tian certainly knew in his heart that just now Old Yang asked him to take action, on the one hand to teach those two blind guys a lesson, and on the other hand to test his strength.

In the final analysis, Old Yang still didn't trust him.

A moment later, the carriage drove into the inner city of Xumi Lingdu, where there was a prosperous scene everywhere and it was very lively.

"Miss Meng, you should get off the car and leave." Old Yang stopped the carriage and shouted lightly.

Meng Xueqing showed her head and said, "We haven't reached the Alchemist Guild yet?"

This girl is really honest. She even wants Old Yang to take her to the Alchemist Guild.

"The Alchemist Guild is just ahead. Go by yourself." Old Yang pulled open the carriage curtain and let Meng Xueqing get off.

Nie Tian was slightly stunned. Old Yang seemed to be very familiar with the Alchemist Guild. Moreover, he mentioned Meng Fanchen's name just now. His expression was very calm and there was no respect at all.

Indistinctly, Nie Tian felt that Old Yang seemed to have some relationship with the Alchemist Guild.

Meng Xueqing had no choice but to say hello to Yang Zixiao, then got off the carriage and said to Nie Tian, ​​"Brother Nie, let's go."

Nie Tian sneered and said, "Miss, Old Yang asked you to leave, but he didn't let me leave. Besides, you are going to the Alchemist Guild to go home. Why should I go?"

"You saved my life. I'll ask my grandfather to repay you." Meng Xueqing said seriously.

"Forget it." Nie Tian waved his hand and said, "We'll talk about it next time."

"Okay." Meng Xueqing was a little disappointed. She pinched Nie Tian's arm with her little hand, then turned to the carriage and said, "Brother Zixiao, I'm leaving."

"Sister Meng, see you later." Yang Zixiao's weak voice came from the carriage.

Meng Xueqing turned and left, and her nimble figure quickly disappeared.

"Mr. Yang." After Meng Xueqing left, Nie Tian no longer held back and said directly, "You came to Xumi Lingdu to find President Meng Fanchen, right?"

Mr. Yang's eyes condensed, and that expression was saying: How do you know?

Nie Tian nodded and smiled, and Mr. Yang's expression told him that he guessed right.

Mr. Yang didn't have much respect for Meng Fanchen, which undoubtedly showed that his identity was not far from the latter.

And judging from Mr. Yang's mental power, he must be an alchemist.

Since Mr. Yang felt that he was incapable of curing Yang Zixiao's body of Hundred Voids, he could only seek help from one person, that is Meng Fanchen.

"Mr. Yang, Meng Xueqing was here just now, why didn't you go to the Alchemist Guild with her?" Nie Tian asked.

"It's not time yet." Mr. Yang replied indifferently.

Nie Tian's eyes condensed, and then he said seriously: "Meng Fanchen can't cure Yang Zixiao's illness."

"If he can't cure it, can you?" Mr. Yang said coldly, obviously very disgusted with Nie Tian's words.

"I can!" Nie Tian nodded heavily, with extreme determination flashing in his eyes.

When Mr. Yang heard Nie Tian's words and saw his eyes, he couldn't help but be stunned. He was stunned for a few seconds and said coldly: "Boy, don't joke about Xiao'er's illness, otherwise even if you saved us, I won't show mercy."

Cold words, cold eyes, cold killing intent, Mr. Yang was really angry.

Yang Zixiao's illness was the pain in his heart, no one could touch it, let alone joke about it casually.

Nie Tian took a step forward and said, "Do I look like I'm joking?"

Old Yang was stunned again, his eyes trembled, and said, "How can I trust you?"

"Yang Zixiao is only at the first level of Yuanling, but he is enough to defeat a warrior at the ninth level of Yuanling, because he can weaken the opponent's combat power, right?" Nie Tian said directly without fear.

"You, how do you know?" Old Yang was shocked beyond words, his face completely stiff.