Chapter 187 I Really Overestimate You
"We have nothing to do with the City Patrol Guards..." The woman's voice trembled as she retreated into the shop.

"The store was raided and everyone inside was killed." Pan Qi's voice was tinged with coldness.

Ding Huan took out twenty crystals and threw them on the counter: "I want this talisman pen, and this is the crystal."

The white-bearded old man seemed not to have heard Ding Huan's words. He had a backer, and the backer of their store was the Dongcheng Association.

But facing Pan Qi, not to mention one Dongcheng Society, even several Dongcheng Society members would not dare to come out.

Whether it is the Dongcheng Association or the Tieli League, they are groups allowed by Pan Qi. If Pan Qi does not allow it, they have no right to stay in this area.

"Wait, bring the guy with the backpack over here."

Pan Qi saw Ding Huan casually grab twenty crystals from the bag and throw them on the counter, and there were obviously more crystals in the bag.

Ding Huan didn't even look back, but just slashed over with a blade of divine consciousness.

People like Pan Qi, who don't even ask about the cause and effect and just raid the store and kill people, would not complain even if he died a thousand times.

Pan Qi suddenly felt a chill in his body. His years of experience fighting outside made him frightened, and he fell backwards without hesitation.

The wind blade brushed past his chest, causing his skin to tremble.

"Puff!" Because Ding Huan did not control the strength of the wind blade, and the wind blade was moving from top to bottom, after Pan Qi avoided the wind blade, the wind blade did not stop, but instead split the neck of a shop owner who supported Pan Qi.

A blood mist spurted out and the crowd retreated frantically.

Again.

Before, the Tieli League was wiped out by this unknown wind blade, and more than a hundred shop owners and employees were also killed by this silent wind blade.

"Huh." Ding Huan came out.

This guy was experienced in combat and was able to avoid his wind blade by relying on his sense.

"Who are you?" Pan Qi sat up again, with some fear in his eyes.

Ding Huan opened his hand, and the only spear in the grocery store flew up and was caught in his hand.

There is a halberd in Ding Huan's star house, but Ding Huan feels that this spear is obviously more handy, and this spear seems to be a low-level magic weapon.

Ding Huan's mind turned almost instantly and the spear was refined by him.

Thinking back to when he had spent several days removing the restrictions from the Star House.

And now, he only needs a moment.

"Aren't you going to kill me?" Ding Huan walked out of the shop holding a spear.

Even though Ding Huan hadn't made a move yet, and hadn't even pressed his breath on him, Pan Qi could feel his breathing becoming a little rapid.

This is a psychological suggestion that the other party is dangerous.

"My friend, we have no grudge against each other. It was rash of me to talk about fighting just now." Pan Qi clasped his fists.

He didn't want to fight with Ding Huan because Ding Huan was too dangerous for him.

Ding Huan had no plan to waste time with this guy. With four people at the ninth level of Qi training, he could just practice his nine spear skills.

"Your name is Pan Qi? Are you the controller of East City and South City?" Ding Huan asked.

"It's me, Pan." Pan Qi clasped his fists. Although he did not get off the unicorn, his tone was much more polite.

"Very good." Ding Huan shook the spear in his hand, and rays of light shot out.

The violent murderous intent locked Pan Qi. At this moment, Pan Qi felt like a paper boat in the strong wind and huge waves.

Any drop of the raging and boundless waves could crush him to pieces.

He wanted to resist, but under the crushing pressure of such powerful gun aura, he didn't even have the ability to resist.

Ding Huan's killing power from his spear has taken into account the momentum of Pan Qi's magic weapon. Regardless of whether Pan Qi uses the magic weapon or not, his Soul-Falling Spear will completely lock down all of the opponent's attack space.

What made Ding Huan speechless was that his Nine Dao had just started to gain momentum, but the opponent was suppressed to the point where he didn't even have the ability to resist.

Not to mention using magical weapons, he couldn't even raise his fist.

Using nine magical powers to deal with such a guy is like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

Ding Huan sighed, and the nine spear beams were dispersed by him as soon as they came out.

Following a gust of wind, Pan Qi's neck was torn apart. When his head rolled off the unicorn, there was still fear in Pan Qi's eyes.

"I really overestimate you." Ding Huan shook his head.

He also understood what was going on.

The Luoshijing that he practiced was definitely a first-rate technique, and he had cultivated his divine consciousness during the Qi Refining Stage, which was even stronger than that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Even so, he still used the Nine Magical Powers to deal with a low-level cultivator who was at the ninth level of Qi training. It was like using a cannon to kill a mosquito, and it narrowed the gap between him and Pan Qi.

Ding Huan was speechless. He also knew that he was deceived by Pan Qi's previous dodgment of a wind blade.

He thought that since the other party could dodge his divine wind blade, his strength must be quite good. Now he realized that he did not have a clear measure of his own strength.

Thinking of this, Ding Huan's heart moved slightly.

If he had not escaped in the Lost Swamp, could he have used his nine magical powers to kill Deacon Qiong?
This thought flashed through the deacon's mind, and Ding Huan felt that he was right to choose to escape. Deacon Qiong was not an ordinary foundation-building cultivator, but a foundation-building cultivator who was looking for the way to the true elixir.

He probably isn't the opponent's match yet.

Besides, even if he could kill Deacon Qiong, he couldn't do it. Ding Huan's mind swept over Pan Qi, then he walked over and pulled a small bag off Pan Qi.

This bag has restrictions and is most likely the storage bag as rumored.

Pan Qi was killed with just one move, and seven or eight shop owners who were cheering behind Pan Qi retreated hastily.

Unfortunately, what awaited them were seven or eight wind blades.

Seven or eight bodies lay on the street. How could the bystanders in the distance dare to stick their heads out?

Ding Huan knew very well that being lenient in Xifeng City would only bring trouble to himself.

Only by killing these people and scaring them away can he live a peaceful life.

The other three people who came with Pan Qi quickly got off the unicorn and bowed to Ding Huan:
"I've met senior."

At this moment in their eyes, Ding Huan was definitely a powerful foundation-building master.

"Who is Gu Zhanjian?" Looking at the three people in front of him, Ding Huan suddenly spoke.

The tall and thin Gu Zhanjian stood up, his face was pale and he looked terrified:
"Gu Zhanjian greets you, Senior."

"Very good." Ding Huan just said two words, and wind blades like rain rushed towards Gu Zhanjian.

After understanding Pan Qi's strength, Ding Huan did not plan to continue using a cannon to fight a mosquito. He believed that the wind blade technique could kill the opponent.

As soon as Ding Huan's wind blade came out, the Bone Sword sensed it.

Unfortunately, Ding Huan is a Qigong practitioner with divine consciousness, and with the blessing of divine consciousness, Ding Huan's wind blade is as real as a substance.

Gu Zhanjian has no divine consciousness. As for other things, whether it is combat experience or the richness of his true energy, he is far inferior to Ding Huan.

These divine mind blades were so dense that he couldn't even grasp the direction of each one.

After a wind blade struck his forehead, he could only look at Ding Huan unwillingly:

"Why……"

Ding Huan said calmly:

"I am the captain of the city patrol. How many of my city patrol members have you killed? Why?"

"Plop!" Gu Zhanjian fell down, unwilling but with no alternative.

“Senior Captain, although we are with Pan Qi and Gu Zhanjian, we have never killed them…” The other two spoke in a fearful tone.

Similarly, before they could finish their words, Ding Huan's blade once again surrounded the man and woman.

If you don't remove the roots of the grass, aren't you asking for trouble?
Ding Huan didn't know what the relationship between these two guys was with Pan Qi and Gu Zhanjian.

But he knew one thing, since these two guys came with Pan Qi and Gu Zhanjian, they meant to help.

Letting this kind of person go will only make him uncomfortable.

The four people who were at the ninth level of Qi training had no power to resist Ding Huan.

Although he could use his spiritual power to sweep away the storage bags on their bodies, Ding Huan still walked over and took them away.

The captain of the city patrol guard was so terrifying and ruthless in killing that no one dared to stay on the street at this time.

In a short time, the streets of Shengdao Street were littered with corpses.

This is the fourth time today that corpses have appeared on Shengdao Street.

Ding Huan stood on the blood-stained street and said loudly:

"From today on, everyone in West Wind City must obey the rules of the patrol city guards. Anyone who violates the rules will be killed without mercy."

In a place like this, there is no other punishment, killing is the simplest and most effective.

"Hello, senior." Seeing Ding Huan walking back to the shop, the white-bearded old man quickly bowed to express his gratitude.

He still felt like he was dreaming. Was this young man the new captain of the city patrol?
"Help me get a thousand formation flags. Oh, and this gun and that talisman pen. Calculate how many crystals they cost."

Ding Huan weighed the spear in his hand and found it quite easy to use.

"I don't dare to ask for money, just take it, sir." The old man said respectfully.

Ding Huan waved his hand:

"I, the city patrol, follow rules when doing things. I won't force you to buy or sell anything. I'll just give you what you want. If you don't want to sell it, I'll go to another store."

"Sell, sell... Senior, just give us fifty crystals." The old man said quickly.

Ding Huan estimated that fifty crystals would not be enough to buy these things.

He took out another hundred crystals and threw them on the counter:
"I'll give you 120 crystals. Pack the things for me. And there are four unicorns outside. Help me deliver them to the city patrol."

"Yes, thank you, senior." The old man said with a fearful tone.

Ten minutes later, Ding Huan walked out of the only grocery store.

This time, what made Ding Huan satisfied was not the purchase of the talisman pen and the formation flag, but the killing of Pan Qi and Gu Zhanjian.

It is certain that after these two guys are killed, West Wind City will definitely be much more peaceful in the future.

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