Douluo: Demon King from Another World

Chongjian City.

This is where the Fengjian Sect is located, far away from the Star Luo Imperial City. It is said that this entire city is the territory of Fengjian Sect.

There are rumors that the current leader of the Fengjian Sect, Murong Feng, loves to use swords. He likes to fight with strong men with sword martial souls, and has developed a strong swordsmanship. Although he is a Contra, his strength is no less than that of an ordinary titled Douluo.

Some people say that Sword Douluo from the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect is Murong Feng’s idol, and even the name of Chongjian City was derived from his admiration for Sword Douluo. I once wanted to invite Sword Douluo to join the Wind Sword Sect, but was sternly rejected by Sword Douluo.

Perhaps it was precisely because of Sword Douluo that the Wind Sword Sect had not surrendered to the Spirit Hall. But that's fine, Tang Fan can take advantage of this opportunity.

At this moment, on the outskirts of Chongjian City ten miles away, Tang Fan, wearing a mask, was driving a carriage towards this direction. This is not an official road, there are not many pedestrians, and it is rare for Tang Fan to be quiet.

"Wait a minute, please wait."

A slightly urgent voice came from both sides, and Tang Fan's eyes narrowed. Did he encounter a calamity?

After a moment, a handsome young man in purple clothes, about 20 years old, ran quickly. He was carrying a big baggage on his back, which looked quite heavy.

Tang Fan stopped the car when he saw that he was neatly dressed and didn't look like a robber or anything. He didn't look threatening.

"What's the matter?"

The young man took two rough breaths and begged: "This... this brother, can you give me a ride?"

Tang Fan frowned and took a moment to look at this person.

"no!"

Just kidding, for no reason, why should I help you?

After saying that, Tang Fan was ready to leave. When the young man saw it, he quickly threw down the baggage in his hand and stopped in front of Tang Fan's carriage: "Brothers, please help me. My carriage was stolen a few days ago, and I walked all the way here. I …Can’t I just pay the fare?”

The young man took out a small bag of silver soul coins from his arms and handed it to Tang Fan, but was Tang Fan someone who cared about the money?

Ignoring him, Tang Fan flicked his whip and the carriage started moving slowly again.

"Wait a minute, brother, I think you are going to Chongjian City in this direction. I would like to remind you that it is not that easy to enter Chongjian City these days!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Fan hurriedly stopped the car and looked at the young man with some confusion. What does he mean?

The young man chuckled and said, "Brother, how about this? Just give me a ride and I'll tell you why it will be difficult to enter Chongjian City."

Tang Fan showed an evil smile and was playing tricks on me? You're still a little short of that.

"Really? Then I'll go to Chongjian City to see if what you said is true."

With that said, Tang Fan drove over. The young man wanted to cry but had no tears. Why didn't this guy follow the routine?

"Yes, brother, I'm wrong. It's like this. In a few days, it will be the 80th birthday of Murong Feng, the leader of Fengjian Sect. During these days, irrelevant personnel who have not received the invitation letter are not allowed to enter Chongqing Chongqing. From Sword City!”

Murong Feng is going to celebrate his eightieth birthday? !

Tang Fan pondered for a while, since he wanted to win over this force, he might as well start at this moment. However, I don’t have an invitation letter, so it might be difficult to get in.

Suddenly, he focused on the young man in front of him. Yes, since this person knows such important news, he must not be an ordinary person. He must have an invitation letter on him.

Looking like a profiteer, Tang Fan got out of the car familiarly, patted the young man on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother, I was just joking with you, don't mind. Come on, come on, get in the car. , it just so happens that I still need a talking partner by my side."

As he spoke, he put the big bundle into the carriage. The other party is only in his twenties, but judging from the soul power he exudes, he is just a soul sect of more than forty levels. There are no strong people around to protect him secretly, so he does not pose any threat to himself.

Seeing that Tang Fan was willing to give him a lift, the young man said excitedly: "Thank you so much, brother, thank you so much, brother. Don't you know your name?"

Tang Fan smiled slightly, "Zhuo Yifan."

The young man cupped his fists and said, "Brother Zhuo, it's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for your kindness!"

…………

Along the way, Tang Fan resisted the urge to beat him up and came up with some useful words with great difficulty.

This Xie is the eldest son of the Xie family in Jinnan City, Xingluo. He has average qualifications and talks a lot of nonsense. His father thought that his son was not strong enough, so he focused on cultivating his business ability.

It happened that the Xie family had some connection with the Feng Jian Sect, so they asked Xie E to represent the Xie family to celebrate the birthday of Sect Master Murong. One is to improve the status of their Xie family, and the other is to broaden Xie's interpersonal relationships.

Who would have thought that he would meet Jie Dao on the road, and all the guards he brought out would be killed. He was the only one who still had some strength and ran out with important things.

Tang Fan was secretly stunned. Those gangsters were quite brainless. They were so stupid that they couldn't even catch the young master, so it was hard for them.

Finally arriving at Chongjian City, everything was similar to what Xie E said. The guards here were indeed very tight. Anyone without an invitation letter was stopped outside the city by the guards.

With the invitation, Tang Fan leisurely drove the carriage into the city. Then we found an inn and settled down.

"Brother Zhuo, Brother Zhuo, there are many interesting places in Chongjian City. Let me be the host and take Brother Zhuo to enjoy it."

Immediately, regardless of Tang Fan's thoughts, Xie E took him and went out to play. Tang Fan was speechless, but in order to obtain some information, he chose to endure it.

After walking around for a while, Tang Fan discovered that the most popular thing here was actually the blacksmith shop! And most of them are made of iron swords!

"It seems that Murong Feng is very popular here." Tang Fan looked at it and then thought.

Suddenly, they stopped at a market. Many people gathered in front, but no one spoke.

Looking around, a young man wearing the Wuhundian system was tugging at a girl, with a smile of success on his face.

"Let go, I don't know you. Stay away from me."

The young man chuckled and said, "Little girl, come with your brother and let him love you."

As he said that, he went to catch the girl again, and the lust in his eyes became more and more obvious.

At this moment, a wave of air bounced the young man away, and an old man appeared next to the girl, staring at the young man with unkind eyes.

"Uncle Yan." The girl quickly hid behind the old man.

When Tang Fan saw the old man's face, he instantly remembered the identity of these two people. It was Bei Mingxue and Yan Changsheng who had met once in the far north.

"I didn't expect them to come too."

Tang Fan murmured something, and Xie E happened to hear it: "Why, Brother Zhuo knows that girl?"

"It's just a chance encounter, not an acquaintance."

Xie E's expression suddenly changed, and he poked Tang Fan with a mischievous smile, "Brother Zhuo, could it be that that was your fiancée? It turned out that he didn't like you and dumped you. You said that out of anger. Yes."

"By the way, I haven't seen Brother Zhuo's true face yet."

With strong curiosity, Xie E stretched out his hand to see Tang Fan's true face, but Tang Fan ruthlessly knocked him away and gave him a cold look.

"Stingy." Xie E muttered in a low voice, but took back his hand haggardly.