In Qingshuang, there is no distinction between day and night. The platform in the middle is always crowded with people, singing, dancing and music non-stop.
When the first ray of morning light appeared, pairs of men and women walked out of each pavilion, but these men and women were not very friendly or charming to each other.
When Xin Zhuo and Sai Qingzhu walked out side by side, they saw a thin man on the left timidly saying to the woman next to him: "Little aunt, you must not tell my mother about this. It is not easy for us to practice for one or two hundred years. Isn't it easy?" Could it be because of this..."
The woman interrupted in embarrassment: "Shut up, I am your aunt."
The thin man scratched his head: "I think it's pretty good!"
The woman looked at each other angrily: "What's good? Where is it good? Is it good for ten breaths?"
The thin man said awkwardly: "The blood is boiling and I can't control it. Sixteen times ten breaths, one hundred and sixty breaths, it's not short!"
On the other side, a man and woman were more polite. An old man with white beard coughed lightly: "Little moth, this matter..."
A small and exquisite girl next to her rubbed the corners of her clothes with her hands and said timidly: "Master, your mind is really profound."
The old man stroked his beard and smiled lightly: "Of course! Remember to keep your mouth shut in front of my brothers and sisters."
The girl whispered: "I know!"
Farther away, most of the men and women were in a hurry, some they didn't recognize, and those they knew didn't want to talk much.
Xin Zhuo couldn't help but sigh: "The world is so big, there are all kinds of wonders."
Sai Qingzhu chuckled and said: "It's just that some low-level warriors choose people with aura affinity to enter the scene. It's just that most of the people with aura affinity have some connection with each other or are fellow practitioners, so there are so many mistakes. "
Then he lowered his voice and said: "Someone is watching!"
Xin Zhuo also felt a few observing eyes and asked, "Can you get rid of it?"
Sai Qingzhu snorted: "Easy!"
Grabbing Xin Zhuo's hand, he flashed into a bamboo forest, then flashed to a hill, and then flashed into a spacious pavilion similar to a "theater", with dozens of people standing inside. There are both men and women, and a man on the opposite stage is dancing.
It can't be said that he is really embarrassed, because his dancing posture is extremely graceful, his limbs are very soft, and every posture is just right. The key is his appearance. Xin Zhuo thought that his appearance would be different after the changes in Wangyuejing and the huge eternal source The Nirvana of the Supreme Bone is already earth-shatteringly handsome, but this person is even more handsome. He has sharp edges and corners, without any flaws. He has the delicacy of a woman and the masculinity of a man. Anyone who looks at it will be amazed, what a good appearance. .
The male and female warriors below, no matter what their level, couldn't help but be fascinated by it.
Sai Qingzhu was not cold, and was even a little bored. He transmitted a message to Xin Zhuo and entered the secret path: "He is the mysterious Holy Son of Tianji Holy Land. Do you see the depth of this person?"
"Unrecognizable!"
Xin Zhuo shook his head. This person's aura was strong and weak. When he was weak, he was similar to himself. When he was strong, he seemed to be similar to Sai Qingzhu. He thought about it and asked: "He didn't wear a veil, but he performed here. Is he a boy or a girl?" Or a guest?"
Sai Qingzhu said: "Boys and girls, he is not afraid of embarrassment and does not want to wear a veil. He has been dancing and seems to be very good at dancing, but no one has chosen him."
"Why?" Xin Zhuo asked.
Xin Zhuo did not lower his voice deliberately. A bearded man next to him sighed and replied: "We don't know whether he likes men or women, whether he likes to be strong and powerful, or whether he likes to be thin and weak. We can't offend a beautiful woman!"
Good guy, he is already a "beautiful woman".
Holy Son Tianji on the stage happened to look over, and the bearded man who spoke turned pale, and a mouthful of blood sprayed all over the floor.
Sai Qingzhu suddenly pulled Xin Zhuo and ran straight to the door. When he got outside, he said, "It's better not to meet each other for now!"
As he spoke, he arrived at another place. This was a restaurant. There were not many diners upstairs. There were only five tables. A group of delicate masked women shuttled back and forth, but they were only serving one of the tables.
There were only two people sitting at the table, and the wine jars next to them were piled up like a mountain.
One of them had a thin face and was as gloomy as a ghost. Xin Zhuo knew Chen Fang, the holy son of the Dayan Sect, who was under the statue of the god in the Daluo and Dayan Holy Lands.
The other man was wearing a big sable dress in summer, with only a small braid on his bald head and a gold ring inlaid on his nose. He looked like he was fourteen or fifteen years old, but he had a terrifying aura, as if the whole restaurant belonged to him. of.
Sai Qingzhu and Xin Zhuo sat down at a table and said: "Chen Fang, the Holy Son of Dayan, and the other is the mysterious young master of the nomadic vampire clan. This person's strength is also unpredictable!"
Xin Zhuo frowned. This boy... looked familiar. He seemed to have seen him before. Where was he?
Sai Qingzhu saw the abnormality on his face and asked, "What's wrong, Master?"
Xin Zhuo asked: "Is the blood clan one of the ten thousand clans?"
Sai Qingzhu shook his head and said: "Of course not! The blood race is also a human race, but it has a unique bloodline and does not associate with the outside holy land of Dongtian, but its strength is extremely arrogant. It is said that it is the blood descendant of the ancient barbarians and the human race, and they often have unpredictable powers!"
Xin Zhuo shook his head and said: "This world is far more exciting than I imagined. I have seen demon clans, ancient clans, cultivators, and even vampire clans!"
Sai Qingzhu chuckled: "Of course, this world is extremely exciting. The sage master often said that this great era of Wanwu is an unprecedented situation. I am afraid that the battle will be dark and dark. It can be said to be a catastrophe of heaven and earth. Who will live and who will die. , it’s also unpredictable!”
"My two benefactors, what do you want?"
At this moment, the restaurant steward came forward eagerly, a look of scrutiny flashed in his eyes. It was rare for the two of them to sit there for a long time just chatting.
"No, let's go now!"
Xin Zhuo took Sai Qingzhu straight downstairs.
Just as the two of them left, the young vampire master who was having a drinking contest with Dayan Saint Son Chen Fang looked at their backs with sharp eyes. To be precise, he looked at Xin Zhuo's back.
Chen Fang smiled and said: "Young Master Zhamu, do you know them? That man's name is Xin Zhuo. He is an abandoned disciple of Daluo. He once summoned the ancient tribe. He is a heinous person. A dragnet has been set up in this land of blue frost. He ran away It won’t fall!”
The young master of the blood clan said coldly: "I'll say it again, my name is Zha Muyi, the prince of the Tulu tribe of the Nine Infants Vampire Clan. If you call me Zha Mu again, your head will be screwed off!"
After all, his eyes were still looking at the direction Xin Zhuo left.
Chen Fang didn't care at all, took a sip of wine and said, "Very good, Young Master Zhamu, do you know him?"
There was a trace of recollection in Zha Muyi's red phoenix eyes, which instantly turned into embarrassment: "The Nine Infant Blood Clan does not respect heaven and earth. They only respect strength and the strong. If the king is stronger than me, I, Zha Muyi, will still crawl on his knees. If he is a three-legged noob at his feet, and my head is torn off by him, who could I have worshiped him back then!"
Chen Fang didn't understand and smiled calmly: "Young Master Zhamu is destined to break his neck. He is in the fifth stage of decline of heaven and human beings. I don't know how bad he is. This kid's mentality is very weird and his strength cannot be determined. After disappearing for forty years, I don’t know what kind of trouble it is going to cause when it appears again.”
"Five declines of heavenly beings? One Jiazi?" Zha Muyi was startled and looked at Chen Fang in disbelief.
He knew very well where this great king came from. Wasn't he just an acquired person?
Chen Fang nodded: "Yes, Yi Jiazi, the number one person in the day after tomorrow, is a monster. If he cannot be killed before he enters Yuanji, then Da Luo and Dayan may not have a chance!
This weird mortal body that has never been recorded in history is too heaven-defying. I am afraid that the major holy places and caves will recruit him, and some saints will accept him as their disciple! "
Zha Muyi frowned, and then said after a while: "This strange mortal body is so mythical. If I were a saint, I would accept him as a disciple!"
Chen Fang shook his head, stood up and said, "It's almost done. The siege has matured. Could you please Master Zhamu to watch the fun?"
…
Xin Zhuo and Sai Qingzhu had already arrived at the open-air terrace square. The crowd was still crowded, but only a few eyes were locked on them.
Yuanji realm, eleven people!
More than expected.
(End of chapter)
