The next day, the two got up early and headed straight for the royal city.

"Little junior sister, I want to find two things. Once I find them, I will go north and go back to Xiniuhe. Along the way, I have to travel through the uninhabited land and the huge wasteland. Prepare more food and use."

The little girl curled her lips and was speechless.

The horse's journey was very fast. Soon, the towering city wall of Ningdu was already reflected in his eyes. The city wall was black and there were soldiers patrolling the patrol. Occasionally, monsters with wings could be seen flying.

Zhao Xiaobai explained to his junior sister that it was not a monster, it was a warrior of the Elf clan. The Elf clan was found in several continents, many of them were born with wings, had ancient magic, and were good at shooting archery.

This race mostly lives on the edge of the rivers among the mountains and ridges, and moves along the rivers as the seasons. It is a very ancient race, with all the experts in the race.

But although the little girl listened carefully today, she was so disappointed that she was unhappy.

I just entered the city gate and soon passed by a City God Temple.

It just so happened that today is the day when the city gods here open their fasts. There are so many people, hawkers are like flowing water, and there are all kinds of religions and all kinds of things, and it is very lively.

The two of them dismounted and looked around curiously among the crowd. They were all very happy, although their skills might not be as high as possible, they were still able to play three punches and two kicks, like to walk in the world and enjoy revenge.

There is a small square on the left side of the Chenghuang Temple, where artists from the martial arts world fists and legs, cut swords and guns, and make a living.

There were two more Taoist priests who didn't know what sect they were when they saw the contemplation. When they looked at their faces, they knew that they were not from Danzhou in the south. One of them actually performed in public and turned into a crane. The crane actually flew up on the spot and soared in the sky.

Another performance of the skill of sucking water into ice attracted a lot of cheers, and the copper coins were immediately thrown all over the floor.

Zhao Xiaobai felt a little nervous: These two Taoists had low cultivation and were not worth mentioning. Their skills performed by them were also seemingly a bit powerful, but they were really powerful. At least if he only relied on his immortal power and did not use magic, he might not be able to do so freely.

The hidden dragon and crunching tiger in the world should not be underestimated!

Looking up, there is a couplet at the main entrance of the City God Temple: Why should we care more about things in the world? There is a Mahayana division in the divine realm. In the middle of the couplet, above the lintel of the City God Temple, there is a huge abacus. Below the abacus is a horizontal couplet, four golden characters: It cannot be calculated by others.

There was a stage on the right side of the Chenghuang Temple, and the audience was filled with people, but today there was no opera. Only an old man in gray clothes was telling the story on the stage.

A young girl of fifteen or sixteen sat on his right head, with a three-string on her slender legs. When the old man said something important, the girl would tweak it a few times, either urgent or slow, staggered and sound, like a pearl falling from a jade plate.

Is this a storyteller or a Pingtan? Zhao Xiaobai was curious and couldn't help but stop and listen. However, when he heard this, he was shocked!

The old man dressed up as a Confucian scholar, with a strong stature and a divine light in his eyes, and was obviously a cultivator.

What he said was not Ningdu's local dialect, it was soft and glutinous, and he could only understand six points, but he actually said:

The human genius, Qin Fangfang, the first disciple of the Wumen Yuan of Daxia, Dongsheng, fought against the demon Yan Meier of Beijuluzhou in Wumeng deserted mountains,

What are your moves like "fire trees and silver flowers never sleep in the sky" or "letting out the immortal army" and so on.

The two of them fought, and the wind was rising and clouds were surging, and the world changed color, and the gods and ghosts were both worried; the river water turned over, fish and shrimps came ashore, and they threw them into the oil pan...

Three hundred rounds are difficult to distinguish, and there is no winner.

The old man was talking about the most important thing, and he couldn't help but frost and the awesome trees slapped the mountain, and the audience applauded.

The little demon was secretly shocked: Although he and his junior sister had been delaying some time in the mountains, they had only been a few days. How could this news spread so quickly?

How did he know what happened in the mountains? He actually compiled it into a book to tell you?

Could it be that he is from Yuanwu Sect. In order to expand his popularity in Danzhou in the south, Yuanwu Sect specially sent him here to sell melons and boast about himself?

After listening for about half an hour, they also mentioned that the little witch killed four directions in the mountains, killed three people in the Xu realm, killed twelve people in the Xuan realm, and countless young cultivators.

Qin Fangfang followed the teachings of the saints of the Confucian Temple and did not kill anyone, but was full of righteousness and was defeated by many masters in the Return to the Void Realm, allowing them to survive and die in the wasteland...

Hearing this, the little girl quietly stuck out her tongue and muttered to her senior brother: "It's a good example that we don't kill people. He has abandoned his cultivation and abandoned it in the barren mountains. There are monsters everywhere. This is even more cruel than killing people!"

Zhao Xiaobai smiled at her to show encouragement, and thought to himself: The junior sister is growing up and gradually has her own opinion.

However, that little witch is really serious. She can compete with Qin Fangfang, who is famous in Qingming?

The sound of the "bang" on the stage was loud, but it was not exactly the end of the battle? The little witch was slightly defeated, dragged her gun away, sneaked into the mountains, missing...

Zhao Xiaobai suddenly realized: No wonder she was not seen in the secret realm, nor in the camp behind her. I think she was probably scared away by Qin Fangfang's battle and had no chance to enter the secret realm!

What I said was a little over the place without knowing where I was. How could I trap her such a disaster?

Just as I was thinking, a sudden thirteen string sounded on the stage, and the old man's topic suddenly changed.

When I heard this, what he said this time:

The rising star of Beiju Luzhou, a young genius magician and the first disciple of the Dayan Sect, died in the Wumeng Mountains by the hands of a mysterious monk. The demon clan was shocked. The Dayan Sect has sent a master of the divine dispersion realm to go to Wumeng Mountain to find out the truth.

This storyteller is so popular that Tian Lemo is so popular that it seems that this young genius master in Qingming is not the fourth person except the little witch and Qin Fangfang.

Even the little Zen Master Wuchen in the Holy Mountain is several years younger and is not as good as the time, so I am afraid that he will be inferior to him. If he is a little worse, he will not dare to act rashly.

If you listen to it, what I said is: Tian Mole is the third son of the Tian Sect Master of the Dayan Sect. Not only did the Lord Tian Sect Master say it, he must find out the murderer of the son. Tian Mole's eldest brother and second sister have also come out of the Demon Palace to take revenge. Once he finds his enemy, he will be willing to give up.

Zhao Xiaobai was surprised when he heard this, and always felt something was wrong. However, a few words on the stage were heard lightly and he suddenly burst into his head like thunder!

The general meaning is: Tian Lemo is only more than four feet tall, but his staff is a five-foot-long crescent serrated knife, which has the power of unpredictable gods and ghosts...

"Oh no! This man surnamed Tian, ​​he, he, he actually... is that big swordsman! I didn't expect that I would hide for so long and be extra careful, and even caused such a strong revenge?"

Seeing the little junior sister casting a slightly smiling look on the side, Zhao Xiaobai couldn't help but feel embarrassed and angry: I'll be in my mind!

At this time, Sanxian on the stage was even more anxious, just like a storm. After a while, with a "defying" sound, the old man's topic changed. This time, he said: Zhao Xiaobai, a new disciple of the Taoist Qingyang Mountain, has a romantic character, and how red lips and white teeth, handsome eyebrows and eyes, everyone loves, and flowers are ashamed to see flowers... and so on.

Zhao Xiaobai was shocked and couldn't laugh or cry. The little girl laughed like a flower on the side, and her eyes were tug at him...

This is not over yet.

The old man took a sip of tea and became more and more energetic when he spoke. He bragged to Zhao Xiaobai, which was extremely stingy!

What destiny belongs to the gods, who are favored by the gods, and they only bring beauty to the top, making great contributions to the world of cultivation...

What other secret realm is there? Thousands of ghosts and monsters protecting treasures? Zhao Xiaobaiyong cannot be regarded as the one who killed the sky and the earth, and the blood-stained battle will not retreat!

The little girl couldn't help but smile even more: This is what she said! Did she ever be my senior brother? When did he become such a brave person?

That is impossible!

If the people in the world know that he is actually the most timid and timid person, I wonder what he thinks?
Chapter completed!