The letter is not much, only a few hundred words.

But after reading it, He Wuhen's eyes were always condensed on the letter paper and could not be moved away.

Mu Zichen seemed to appear on the letter paper, and every frown and smile was filled with resentment.

He Wuhen seemed to see it. She was pouting her mouth, looking angry, and her big eyes were full of high expectations.

After being in a daze for a long time, He Wuhen put away the envelope, folded it, and carefully put it in his arms.

The room was silent. After a long silence, he sighed quietly, as if he was talking to himself: "Oh, silly girl."

After collecting the letter paper in person, he walked out of the house.

When he arrived in front of the door, his eyes were full of determination.

"Zi Chen, wait for me, I'll be here soon."

Then he opened the door and walked out of the house.

After a hundred breaths, he came to the hospitality hall of the City Lord's Mansion.

As soon as he walked into the door, he saw an old man sitting on a sandalwood chair, leisurely tasting tea.

When he saw the old man wearing a royal blue robe, He Wuhen was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that he seemed to have seen this person somewhere.

After thinking about it, he remembered that this kind-hearted old man with hidden power was the old shopkeeper of the Divine Soldier Pavilion in Yujing City.

"How could the old shopkeeper of the Divine Soldier Pavilion appear here? Could it be him who sent the letter?"

While he was confused, He Wuhen stepped into the living room and came to the old man.

The old man naturally saw He Wuhen, and immediately stood up, smiled and bowed, "Mr. He, long time no see, don't be fine."

He Wuhen quickly bowed his hand and said, "Old shopkeeper, what wind has blown you? You are the shopkeeper of the Shenbing Pavilion, how could you visit the remote area of ​​Mingzhu Island?"

The old shopkeeper gave He Wuhen a magic weapon order, which helped him a lot.

Now that we meet again, He Wuhen is certainly welcomed him politely.

"Mr. He is joking. If Mingzhu Island is also called a remote place, then no sect in the entire Eastern Wilderness dares to claim to be a Feng Shui Spiritual Vein."

The old shopkeeper laughed cheerfully, and the compliments between his words were beyond words.

After hearing what he said, I saw the playful look in his eyes again.

He Wuhen immediately felt aroused his heart, frowned and asked, "Oh? What do you say about the old shopkeeper?"

The old shopkeeper showed a mysterious smile and squeezed at He Wuhen and said, "The incident of Young Master He single-handedly destroying the Wind Demon Palace and Guiyuan Sect has long been spread throughout the East Wilderness Continent. Although I have only asked about the East Wilderness, I am lucky to hear this news."

"With the treasure houses and spiritual veins of two major sects, He Da Shao’s Mingzhu Island is no worse than any sect, so why should you be humble?"

"Ahem..." He Wuhen immediately showed a hint of embarrassing smile and bowed, "I didn't expect that I could hide anything from the old shopkeeper, so I made you laugh."

"Okay, old shopkeeper, let's not joke. Please sit down, I have something to ask you."

Afterwards, the two of them sat down to have a tea and talked, and He Wuhen also asked the questions in his heart.

After asking, he realized that the old shopkeeper had a very famous reputation in the Eastern Wilderness Continent.

Almost all the powerful Martial Kings of the eight major sects knew him and were very respectful of him.

The old shopkeeper's real name was not revealed, but everyone in Surrey called him Old Jin.

Since He Wuhen met him once in Yujing City last time, Mr. Jin was transferred back to the headquarters not long after.

The background of the Shenbing Pavilion is unfathomable and has branches in various countries on the Eight Wilderness Continent.

The headquarters of the Shenbing Pavilion is located in the prosperous and prosperous Zhongzhou.

Zhongzhou is the most prosperous continent in the Xuanhuang world.

The area is vast and boundless, with strong people like clouds and geniuses gathered, and I don’t know how many billions of warriors have been nurtured.

Zhongzhou Continent is divided into nine fields, each field is controlled by super sect forces.

Coincidentally, after the old shopkeeper was transferred back to Zhongzhou, he was assigned to the Divine Soldier Pavilion in the Golden Sword Domain.

Not long ago, a letter from Wushuang City was sent to the Shenbing Pavilion.

I saw that this letter was sent to the Eastern Wilderness Continent, and the recipient was He Wuhen.

It just so happened that Mr. Jin had something to go back to the Eastern Wilderness Continent, so he volunteered to come to Mingzhu Island to deliver the letter.

So, the current scene came about.

After learning the whole story, He Wuhen suddenly realized the truth and hurriedly thanked Mr. Jin.

Then he inquired about some news about Zhongzhou from Mr. Jin. Of course, Mr. Jin said everything he knew and said everything.

Half an hour later, He Wuhen had some understanding of the pattern of Zhongzhou Continent, and suddenly felt aroused his mind and had a thought.

"Old Jin, you have a heartless request. I hope you can help me."

"Young Master He, but it's okay." Old Jin took a sip of tea, smiled and raised his eyelids.

"The boy is preparing a letter to ask you to bring back the Golden Peel Sword Domain and hand it over to the Saint of Wushuang City."

"Hmm?" Old Jin was stunned, and his actions of drinking tea were frozen.

He slowly put down the teacup in his hand, stared at He Wuhen with a strange expression on his face, and said in surprise: "Mr. He, are you actually going to reply to the Saint of Wushuang City?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" He Wuhen frowned, a little confused.

Old Jin reached out and stroked his beard on his chin, and his face showed a solemn look. He thought for a while before continuing.

"Little guy, it's not that I'm not helping you. The power of Wushuang City is really strong, and it's not much different from our Divine Soldier Pavilion. If it's okay for an ordinary sect, at least I dare not not sell the face of our Divine Soldier Pavilion, but Wushuang City is different."

"Besides, the saint of Wushuang City is a body of gold, and it is a very noble figure in Zhongzhou. I have heard before that half a year later, Lu Feiyang, the young master of Tianjian Sect, would marry Wushuang City, and the Golden Sword Sect and Tianjian Sect will marry into an alliance from then on."

"Now, Wushuang City must have extremely strict protection for the Saint. If it were not for the senior figures of Wushuang City, it would be impossible to see the Saint. If the letter just now was written by the Saint, I have to tell you that the Saint would have paid a great price to send this letter."

He heard this, He Wuhen was silent.

He had long guessed that the so-called Golden Pink Sword Domain, Wushuang City, must be very powerful.

But he did not expect that Wushuang City's strength was beyond his imagination.

Even a super-large force like the Divine Soldier Pavilion that has existed for tens of thousands of years, Wushuang City can not buy it.

Now it seems that he can't even reply to Mu Zichen.

After thinking about it, the only way was to go to Zhongzhou Continent in person, go to the Jinling Sword Domain, and Wushuang City to find Mu Zichen!

An hour later, Mr. Jin left.

Before leaving, he did not forget to warn He Wuhen to act carefully.

Because he knew that He Wuhen would definitely go to Wushuang City.

Moreover, He Wuhen is likely to have a conflict with Wushuang City.

Although he is already a strong man of the Martial King, he is the strongest warrior in the Eastern Wilderness Continent.

But in the vast Zhongzhou continent, this strength is not enough.

After seeing off Mr. Jin, He Wuhen left Mingzhu City.

He rode the little green dragon all the way and flew thousands of miles away to the deep sea in the southwest of Mingzhu Island.

Xiao Qinglong led him to dive into the depths of the sea, more than 6,000 feet deep.

When he came to the golden barrier outside the Tower of Heaven again, He Wuhen opened the door to space.

A white light appeared and soon condensed into a gate.

"Thirty feet in front."

He Wuhen said silently in his heart, and then raised his foot and stepped into the door.

"call!"

A white light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he was teleported thirty feet away and entered the interior of the golden light barrier.

The interior of the golden light barrier is still dull and dark that will last forever.

The dark sky, the desolate desert land, and the majestic black figure in the distance, everything is so familiar.

The little green dragon flew roaring in the sky, and a quarter of an hour later, he came to the Tower of Tongtian with He Wuhen.

He jumped, jumped off the back of the little green dragon, and stepped onto the black shrine.

At the end of the Shinto is a heavy and tall black stone door.

After pushing open the stone gate, He Wuhen walked into the first floor of the Tongtian Tower.

The first floor is still a dark space, vast and boundless, and I don’t know what is hidden deep.

In the center of the first floor hall, there is a spiral staircase that circles in the air and winds upwards.

He Wuhen took the little Qinglong up the black stone staircase.

The stone staircase is very long, but it is as stable as Mount Tai.

In the dark hall, there was only the slight footsteps made by He Wuhen stepping across the stone stairs.
To be continued...