Chapter 4686: The messier the better

Wang Fan caught the fleeting disdain in the beggar's eyes, and couldn't help feeling a little depressed.
This is yourself, despised by a beggar?
But he didn't say much, but walked quickly towards the store.
The beggar glanced at Wang Fan and was too lazy to pay attention.
Just a mere yellow realm god, in this blood-marked city is really nothing, it is too insignificant.
However, just as Wang Fan was about to enter the store, the beggar suddenly felt that the space around him had become illusory.
This sudden scene made his complexion change suddenly, and when he subconsciously got up, he had already sacrificed a magic weapon.
As a killer, even if his position in the Bloodline Sect is not high, his response is still extremely fast.
It was only the first time that he knew that he had fallen into a phantom formation, and the level of this phantom formation did not seem to be very high.
As long as he hits with all his strength, or hits several times, he will definitely be able to explode.
However, he did not have the chance to blast out the magic weapon at all, and a sword light had already fallen from the sky.
With a puff, the beggar fell to the ground with a face full of unwillingness, with no vitality.
Before dying, he saw a familiar face.
That face belonged to the monk he looked down on.
On the street, everything was as usual, and no one noticed anything unusual.
The previous scene was too fast, and the beggar was wrapped in the illusion and trapped formation, so there was no sound at all.
Only a few monks realized that the beggar was gone, but they didn't know how the beggar disappeared.
Wang Fan didn't say much. After beheading the beggar with thunder, he followed the crowd into the shop unhurriedly.
Then, after getting acquainted, he followed the flow of people out, quickly merged into the crowd, and disappeared.
About a few kilometers away from where the beggar fell, a thin middle-aged vendor suddenly stood up.
"What about the old beggar, why did he suddenly disappear?"
He felt that something was wrong. The old beggar was still there before, but it was just a few breaths before it disappeared.
Where has he gone?
The middle-aged vendor thought to himself, and immediately notified the rest of his companions.
In less than a few minutes, a large number of monks swarmed.
They surrounded the entire store, not to mention the area within a hundred miles.
This sudden scene also shocked the other monks on the street, looking at each other, not knowing what happened.
Why are the cultivators of the Bloodline Sect going crazy? Why did they suddenly come here? Did they find any suspicious characters?
Those cultivators didn't pay attention to them at all. The leader was a cold middle-aged man named Yuan Ye, whose cultivation base had reached the middle stage of the Earth Realm God.
Yuan Ye, as a realm killer, even if he is not proficient in formation, he is still dabbling in it.
Although the phantom and trapped formations arranged by Wang Fan were mysterious, they were quickly destroyed by Wang Fan.
But that kind of breath and fluctuations, it is impossible to disperse in such a short time.
Therefore, in just a short period of time, Yuan Ye had already sensed something was wrong.
He suddenly looked at the monks around him and asked coldly, "Who moved his hand here just now?"
The surrounded monks looked at each other, but no one spoke.
Yuan Ye was not surprised when he saw this scene, and immediately said: "Immediately take control of all the monks within a hundred miles, and investigate one by one. This person can't shoot more than a stick of incense, and he can't get away in such a short period of time. "
He actually wanted to say that the entire city was blocked, but unfortunately, he didn't have that much power yet.
And even the blood-marked door, in the blood-marked city, it is impossible to cover the sky with one hand.
If it was before, it might be possible to cover the sky with one hand.
But now, the Bloodline Gate has joined the Wang Batian camp, and there are many monks from the Wang family in this city.
And not only the Wang family, even the ancient tribes of other alliances, there are many people in the city.
Those people are also the ones he can't afford to provoke.
When the monks heard the order, they immediately acted without any hesitation.
"What are you doing, this young master is a direct descendant of the Wang family, you dare to touch this young master?"
"The blood-patterned door is really majestic. Someone kills people here. What's the matter with this god? Do you really think that my Yin family is easy to bully?"
"The mice of the blood-marked door, are you looking for death?"
Sure enough, the arrests of the monks of the Bloodline Sect had only been carried out for a while, and they had already encountered resistance.
Yuan Ye was also very helpless about this, and could only order to ignore those people.
But in this way, it will be more difficult for him to catch the murderer.
The most important thing is that, along with the resistance of those with decent identities, the rest of the monks also began to resist, and some people have already started to do it.
Although Yuan Ye was very angry, he couldn't do anything about it.
You must know that most of the people in Bloodmark City are from their alliance.
If all of them are offended to death, then the consequences are definitely not something that Bloodline Sect can bear.
In desperation, Yuan Ye had no choice but to give up continuing the arrest, and let people secretly start an investigation.
He wants to find out all the people of the enemy camp lurking in the bloodline gate. Only in this way can the hidden dangers be eliminated.
Inn room.
An Xin naturally also noticed the movement outside, and couldn't help but worry.
With such a big thing happening in Bloodmark City, and even the cultivators under the door were dispatched, how could she not hear the wind?
She didn't need to think about it at all, she also knew that it was mostly what Wang Fan did outside.
Just when An Xin was worried, Wang Fan returned to the room calmly, and then sat down leisurely.
"This blood-marked door is really fast. It just killed a low-level killer. It reacted so quickly, and it is so inspiring."
Wang Fan was also a little speechless in his heart.
Because he also underestimated the importance Bloodline Sect attached to those bottom-level killers.
When An Xin heard Wang Fan's words, she was also a little speechless.
Kill a beggar?
is this real?
Why does it feel outrageous?
Wang Fan didn't say much, and after telling An Xin not to worry, he left again.
It's a little chaotic outside now, and he must continue to act to make it more chaotic outside.
Only in this way can it make people panic and destroy the Bloodline Gate.
Wang Fan thought to himself, he had disappeared into the room, and at the same time he took out the beggar space ring.
When he saw the resources in the other party's space ring, he couldn't help but want to scold his mother.
So poor, how dare you look down on him?
At the edge of a crowded street, Wang Fan stopped again.
He bent down, picked up an inconspicuous scroll at random, and asked, "How do you sell this thing?"
When the uncle who set up the stall heard this, he first glanced at Wang Fan suspiciously, and then he was about to ask the price incessantly.
All of a sudden, it became dark in front of him.
He had a bad secret in his heart, and was about to make an emergency response when a loud bang came out, and his consciousness fell into darkness.