Chapter 8 It’s time to fight! You should be beaten to death!

"Hmph!"

Li Anshun sneered contemptuously, not taking Nie Tian seriously at all, and said: "Your vitality is completely destroyed and you have no strength at all. What are you if you are not a waste?"

He was full of momentum and aloof, as if the person standing in front of him was not the master of the house, but a slave!

"Yeah?"

Nie Tian twitched the corners of his mouth, and a chill came out of his eyes.

The surrounding void was suddenly filled with a chill, bitingly cold!

He didn't want to take action at first, but now it seems that someone is keeping an eye out, so he has no choice but to take action.

"how come?"

Li Anshun suddenly felt a chill, and his heart trembled inexplicably.

"Snapped!"

The next moment, a clear slap sounded.

Li Anshun had no reaction at all, and half of his face was swollen.

"Nie Tian, ​​you..."

Li Anshun's eyes widened, as if he was in a dream. He looked at Nie Tian in front of him, as if he still didn't believe it.

"Ouch!"

It wasn't until the burning pain appeared on his face that he howled again, pointed at Nie Tian and cursed: "You little bastard, how dare you hit me! Do you know who I am?"

"Snapped!"

Before Li Anshun could finish speaking, the second slap sounded.

"Little bastard, I belong to the Archdeacon..."

Li Anshun roared, but he could only say half of the words.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The crisp slaps came one after another, and Li Anshun never had a chance to say everything.

After more than ten slaps in a row, Nie Tian felt his hand hurt, and then he stopped.

"Now, you can tell me who you are."

He glanced at Li Anshun with some sympathy and said lightly.

At this time, half of Li Anshun's face was bulging, and his fingerprints were stained with blood.

"I'm the Archdeacon's brother-in-law!"

He looked at Nie Tian in horror, then suddenly burst into tears.

"Nie Santong's brother-in-law."

Nie Tian was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said lightly: "Then he really deserves to be beaten."

Only then did he understand why a bully like Li Anshun could become the head of the financial hall.

It turns out he has a good brother-in-law.

Since Li Anshun was Nie Santong's brother-in-law, this beating was not unfair at all.

If Nie Tian had known Li Anshun's identity in advance, the previous slap would have been even more severe.

"hiss-!"

The people around looked at the scene in front of them and gasped.

Fortunately, they were not arrogant in front of Nie Tian just now, otherwise they would be the ones who were beaten into pig heads.

"This person despises the family master and provokes the family master's majesty. Should he be beaten?"

Nie Tian raised his head slightly and glanced at everyone with a playful look.

"It deserves to be beaten! It really deserves to be beaten! It deserves to be beaten to death!"

Everyone reacted and nodded.

"Is there anyone among you from the Finance Hall?"

Nie Tian's expression softened, he smiled faintly, and asked loudly.

Everyone didn't know what Nie Tian was going to do next, so they looked at each other.

"Go back, come back, Master, little Nie Anmin is from the Finance Hall."

After a long time, a young man about twenty years old finally stood up and said in a trembling voice.

"Nie Anmin, very good."

Nie Tian saw Nie Anmin's trembling look and couldn't help but smile and said: "From now on, you are the new head of the Finance Hall. Bring me one hundred gold coins."

"Yes Yes Yes Yes."

Nie Aimin was stunned on the spot, and it took him a long time to react. Then he nodded repeatedly, with a look of ecstasy on his face, and hurried into the inner hall, and quickly took out a hundred gold coins.

Nie Tian got the gold coins and left directly.

"Damn, are you now the master of finance? I should have known I would have stood up!"

After Nie Tian left, everyone looked regretful.

After leaving Nie Mansion, Nie Tian went straight to Moyang City.

It was now noon, and the market was bustling with people everywhere.

All kinds of cries and quarrels were mixed together, like a grand march.

Nie Tian walked around the market but couldn't find the medicinal materials he wanted.

Most of the stalls in the market sell low-quality medicinal materials, which really don't appeal to him.

"Oh, let's go."

After thinking about it, Nie Tian was ready to leave.

"Um?"

But just when he turned around and wanted to leave, his expression changed, and his eyes were fixed on a broken sword above a stall.

Only half of the sword body was left in the broken sword. The sword body was dark in color and exuded a simple and violent aura.

"This breath..."

Nie Tian carefully sensed the remaining sword intent in the broken sword, and his face became more and more complicated.

"My old friend, it is indeed you!"

After a long time, Nie Tian's eyes became extremely hot, and a fire seemed to be burning in his heart.

The sword cuts to the sky! !

The broken sword in front of him was actually the sword he used when he was in the heaven, the sword that cut through the sky!

Back then, when Nie Tian was fighting against the most powerful enemy in his life, Qi Wu Xiaotian, the Emperor of the Demon Realm, Jian Jue Tian Zhan was severed by the opponent's Xiaolong Demon Sword, and was subsequently lost in the abyss of the heaven, without a trace.

He never expected that when he was reborn a hundred years later, he would meet Jian Jue Tian Zhan again.

Involuntarily, Nie Tian picked up the broken sword, and a familiar yet unfamiliar aura came to his heart.

Things have changed, people have changed, and the world has changed dramatically!

"It's been a hundred years, my old friend, and your breath is still familiar."

Nie Tian stroked Jian Jue Tian Zhan, and the confusion in his eyes disappeared, replaced by extreme determination.