"Shopkeeper, please bring me some good wine."

The old man shouted with a red face and a thick neck. He was the first to sit down and spoke as if no one was watching.

"My ancestors have seen this magical power before. It is absolutely correct. If you don't believe it, just count the balls."

"The 'Zhu Xian Style' of the twenty-eight postures of Palm Palm requires at least a perfect spiritual state before it can be cast. You are ignorant and short-sighted."

Another old man with a black face spat and laughed.

"The disciples of Longqiao Ambush Zhangtian Sect are the Jianhu Peak.

In Nanbaofang, it was the Seven Star Sword that killed the six black wind envoys.

With the abilities of the four direct disciples of Shengfu Zhenren, it is as simple as we can see."

A middle-aged man wearing a scarf answered.

"That's wrong." The black-faced old man said hehely, "The only person who can perform the 'Zhu Xian Style' was a guest at Yuanshi Gate last night. Of course, the Wuchen Sword can go anywhere without any disadvantage."

"What's impossible? The six black wind envoys were easily killed by the man who wielded the Seven Star Sword."

The red-faced old man with a thick neck argued, suddenly finding it difficult to justify himself.

It was not the Seven-Star Immortal Sword that killed people last night.

"Perhaps, these are not important." One person said, "If the rumors are correct, at least five sheepskins fell into the hands of one person."

"Hmph." A strong man said loudly, "If it is to defend the Tao and eliminate evil, there is nothing to say. If the Zhangtian Sect reaches out to the 'Arangyang Palace', then it will not work."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." The green-robed young man sitting in the corner shouted loudly, "The Palm Heaven Sect has been weak for a long time, and the sea of ​​embers can hardly hold it back. Who has the ability to reach out to the boundaries of the ancient city?

On the contrary, the powerful Yuanshi Sect has already reached out to Seven Star City.

Seven Star City is the important gateway of Zhangtian Sect."

Everyone looked at the young man in green robe.

The young man in green robe wears a wing-fan crown woven with golden grass. Two thick eyebrows dyed with ink are inserted into the temples, as if two heavy swords are piercing into the dark clouds. Two beautiful long eyes are piercing, deep and unfathomable, and the bridge of the nose is just right.

The beautiful little mouth, contrasting with the peach-shaped face, gives birth to a scholarly spirit out of thin air.

The young man is not afraid of any pair of eyes, and he will look into the eyes of anyone who looks over.

The other person will always take the initiative to look away.

"Not necessarily." One person said, "The Yuanshimen sent a character like Yuan Fengyang, which shows that things are not simple."

"Yes. The rumors that Jianhu Peak and Zhaodelou are working for the Yuanshi Sect are definitely not groundless.

Those seven sects were looted.

If it was done by a disciple of the Zhangtian Sect, God knows what secrets he would have mastered.

If it were someone else who was just robbing people's homes and making some money, the Yuanshi Sect would definitely find them and destroy their bodies and traces of them."

"That's evil." The young man in green robe smacked his tongue and said, "It's a prestigious family with five righteousnesses and a halo of nine saints. It shouldn't be."

Everyone looked at the young man in green robe and looked at each other in confusion, not sure which group he was talking about.

"Everyone, what will happen next? Who will be the banker?"

The black-faced old man stroked his beard and glanced at everyone with bared teeth.

"It concerns two major factions, so let's stop it."

The middle-aged man wearing a scarf tried to dissuade him.

"Abominable. Evil."

The young man in green robe walked out of the small building carrying a large golden ring knife and followed the winding path into the mountain.

"This knife..."

Everyone looked at each other in shock.

*                              *

Taihong Ancient City has four distinct seasons.

In early winter, it’s chilly.

The morning fog dissipates and the mountains are vast.

The little pony ran happily through the unfamiliar wilderness and forest.

It's not like walking for a short distance and then just walking in circles.

Feng Lan looked at the green grass in front of him, took out the snake cage and bird cage, placed them on the ground, and opened the door.

A small flower snake quickly wrapped around his right arm and coiled up to his neck. The snake's head stretched out to Feng Lan's mouth, revealing its core and making a beautiful hissing sound.

The other two little flower snakes swam out of the snake cage cautiously and swam into the green grass, making a swishing sound in the grass.

The two little birds then jumped out of the cage, flapped their wings hard, flew to a height of one foot, and then fell into the grass. Then they flapped their wings and flew again. Again and again, never stopping.

Feng Lan was naturally afraid of snakes, and he believed that he could handle the venom of the little flower snake, so he didn't care.

He put away the snake cage and bird cage and walked into the grass.

The little flower snake on its neck slipped into the grass, swung its tail, and made a swishing sound in the grass.

Fenglan hopes that they will not come back, but return to nature, be free, and gradually restore their own nature.

Suddenly, a loud arrow shot into the sky, bursting into brilliant fireworks.

Feng Lan whistled, and in a blink of an eye, the little snake, the bird, the horse, and the eight different beasts all came back and got into the spirit beast cage by themselves, each taking their own space.

Feng Lan raised the golden ring sword and rushed towards the direction of the sounding arrow.

"Bitch."

"The evildoers from Yuanshi Clan, let my sister go."

"The legitimate daughter of the Xiong family, how amazing is that? Hehe..."

Feng Lan heard the sound of tearing clothes and secretly shouted: Bloody blood.

"Yuanshimen, despicable and shameless."

Feng Lan thought that it would be enough to scare the other party away, so he shouted loudly on purpose.

"Who?"

Four men in purple rushed out of the mountain.

"Hey, it turns out he's a waste at the beginning of the Condensation Realm."

"Kill him."

The four of them attacked together, and their attack was extremely fierce. They wanted to kill Feng Lan in one round.

Feng Lan waved the golden ring sword, and the golden light was like a golden dragon, sweeping over the four people.

He suddenly abandoned the knife to dodge, raised his hands above his head, and then slowly moved left and right, as if trying to tear the sky apart.

For a moment, black smoke billowed between his palms.

When the palms were at shoulder level, they suddenly moved to the chest, with the left hand at the bottom and the right hand at the top. The moment the hands were switched up and down, a cloud of black smoke was pushed out from the chest and hit the four people.

Bang~, bang~, bang~, bang~, when the four people fell down, it felt like they were being hit on the back of their heads.

Feng Lan emptied the contents of the four people's storage bags, threw the storage bags on the ground, and left with Yu Dao.

He has already suffered a big loss.

Others can easily track it through storage bags or magic weapons.

"Miss."

Just as the wind and waves receded, I could faintly hear the shouts and screams of the people arriving.

"They shouldn't be able to recognize any Taoist or supernatural powers."

Feng Lan chuckled and walked towards the depths of the mountain.

"There are countless small paths in the ancient city. You have to find a needle in a haystack."

*                              *

"The third pile of ashes."

Feng Lan looked around, anticipating where the other party would go.

After accidentally discovering ashes that had been burning overnight, he chased them down.

Here, there are so many mountains and mountains that you can’t even see the edge.

The rugged rocky mountains and dangerous peaks are daunting.

Feng Lan found a secret place, ate and drank enough, and waited until the sun set and no one else appeared around him, then continued searching.

There is a lake on the sunny side of a cockscomb-shaped stone mountain.

The lake water is clear, fish swim happily, and the lakeside is covered with lush green water plants.
To be continued...