Outside You City, everyone from the Huangkong Chamber of Commerce was still waiting outside the city, waiting for the arrival of the distinguished guest.
Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves was heard in the distance. They all became energetic and looked in the direction of the sound.
One of them said excitedly: "Are you coming? Are you coming?"
Someone looked at the black figure speeding on the road and said casually: "I don't know."
When the man on horseback arrived in front of the city, he did not hold the reins, but galloped directly into the city. The smoke and dust brought up by the horse's hooves did not dissipate for a long time.
Several people from the Huangkong Chamber of Commerce covered their mouths and noses, but they still inhaled a large amount of smoke and dust in their nasal cavities. They coughed for a long time before gradually stopping.
Someone spat out a mouthful of phlegm, pointed at the city and cursed angrily: "Damn it, you are a great horse rider! Was that person from that sect who just entered?"
The companion beside him said: "It was too fast, I didn't see clearly."
"The man on the horse was dressed in black and had a black hairband on his forehead. He seemed to be from Haoran Mountain..."
Not long after, Wu Yu came over. He looked at the angry people, and the people from the Huangkong Chamber of Commerce also looked at him.
In order to avoid unnecessary mistakes, Wu Yu said, "Hey, I want to ask..."
"What are you asking? I'm not free!" After the man from the Huangkong Chamber of Commerce said that, he sat on the ground without even looking at him.
Wu Yu smiled and walked towards another person. The person hurriedly walked aside and picked his ears with his little finger, pretending that he didn't want to talk to him.
Originally, Wu Yu's mood gradually improved after arriving in Youcheng, and he almost forgot about making a fool of himself in front of Zi Yang.
After all, he had been traveling for so long and was a little tired. Now he could finally find a place to rest. However, after seeing the attitude of several people from the Huangkong Chamber of Commerce, his face gradually darkened.
Wu Yu stood there and glanced at them, suppressed the anger in his heart, and entered the city without stopping.
In any case, he came to the Western Continent to discuss business and did not want to cause trouble. Otherwise, the few people standing in front of the city gate would have been lying on the ground.
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sword city
At dawn, the streets of Jiancheng were deserted, the surrounding shops had not yet opened, and the hazy fog gradually dissipated.
A man wearing a hat, red clothes, a wine bottle hanging on his waist, and a short ponytail came outside a shop where source stones were smelted.
He raised his hand and knocked on the door. Not long after, a yawning sound came from inside, and he said, "Who is it?"
The man wearing a bamboo hat said: "I gave you the Origin Stone, do you want it?"
When the person at the door heard this, he immediately became interested. He hurriedly took a few steps with the lantern and took the man outside the door in.
There are several wooden cupboards in the room, with all kinds of strange stones placed on them.
The man wearing a bamboo hat placed a ball of broken stones wrapped in cloth on the table and asked the old man holding a lantern: "Can you restore it?"
After he finished speaking, he walked to the wooden cabinet, picked up the stones inside and admired them.
Upon hearing this, the hunched-backed old man in cloth clothes with gray hair nodded to himself and said, "As long as it is a stone, I can restore it."
The man wearing a bamboo hat paused and put the stone in his hand back to its original place. He walked slowly to the table and said as he walked: "This is not an ordinary stone, nor is it an Origin Stone."
"In addition, I have found several stores. They
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Neither can restore it. "
After hearing this, the old man immediately walked towards him with a lantern and placed the lantern on the table.
When he picked up a crystal clear stone with his left hand and looked at it carefully, his old eyes widened slightly, and he patted the table with his right hand, as if looking for a lantern.
Because the light in the room was dim, he could not determine the material of the stone in his hand without the help of firelight.
Seeing this, the man wearing a bamboo hat quickly pushed the lantern towards the old man. He held the stone in his left hand and the lantern in his right hand and looked at it for a while, then slowly said: "This milky white stone of yours is indeed extraordinary."
The man wearing a bamboo hat looked up at the old man and found a red spot the size of a thumb under his left eye. He didn't pay attention to it and asked directly: "Oh? Do you recognize it?"
The old man put the lantern in his hand on the table, then put down the milky white stone in his hand, and said: "This is a rare thing in the world, the Phantom Stone. Although it is a rare thing, it is precisely because it is naturally formed. things, so they are extremely precious.”
The man wearing a bamboo hat said hurriedly: "Now that you recognize it, is there a way to restore it to its original state?"
The old man said in detail: "I just said that this object is a strange object and cannot be created by human beings. If you want to restore it to its previous appearance, there is only one way."
The man wearing a bamboo hat quickly asked: "What method?"
The old man walked to the inner room with a lantern. After a while, he took out a bottle of milky white liquid from the room, placed it on the table, and said: "Sprinkle the liquid inside on the Phantom Stone, and the broken stone will be broken." Come back together.”
The man wearing a hat said: "How many Origin Stones do you have in this bottle?"
The old man stretched out an old and dark yellow index finger, and the man said: "A Holy Origin Stone?"
Seeing the old man shaking his head with a smile, he frowned slightly and said, "A source stone?"
The old man said straight to the point: "Ten divine source stones!"
The man wearing a bamboo hat looked up and said in disbelief: "What?! Ten Source Stones? Did I hear you right? The thing in your bottle is worth ten Source Stones?"
The old man put away the spiritual spring filled with milky white liquid on the table and said, "Didn't I tell you that the phantom stone is a rare thing in the world? Since my spiritual spring can restore it to its original state, it is naturally also a rare thing."
"Ten divine source stones shouldn't be too much for you, right?"
"Too many. I don't have that many Source Stones. Let's wait until I have the Source Stones." With that said, he wrapped up the broken Phantom Spirit Stones on the table and prepared to leave.
Seeing that he wanted to leave, the old man immediately reached out and grabbed his wrist, smiled mysteriously, and said: "Don't leave in a hurry, there is a place where you can get a lot of Origin Stones, but I don't know if you dare to go there..." . . ”
The man wearing a bamboo hat immediately said: "Oh? Where?"
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A few days later, Huxiong's realm was successfully promoted to the first realm of death and reincarnation, while Ziyang entered the second realm of death and reincarnation. Xiaoliu's realm was the highest among the three, and she had already reached the third realm of death and reincarnation.
The three of them came to the flat road outside Youcheng, looked up at the Youcheng gate in the distance, and walked slowly.
Hu Xiong looked at the scattered people in front of the city gate and said with some confusion: "The ghost realm will open in two or three days. Why does it feel a little deserted here?"
Xiaoliu frowned slightly and said, "I also feel that something is not quite right."
"There are many casual cultivators in the Western Continent. It stands to reason that the ghost realm is about to open.
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The city should be overcrowded. "
Zi Yang, who was wearing a clown mask, paused and said, "You're already here, let's go to the city first and have a look."
Before he finished speaking, there were dense footsteps behind him. The three of them stood in front of the city gate and looked back.
I saw a group of people dressed in black, with heavy and powerful steps and black hairbands on their foreheads, rushing towards them.
Because this was the first time Zi Yang saw someone wearing a black headband, he couldn't help but ask, "Who are they?"
Hu Xiong said casually: "He is from Haoran Mountain."
The few people walking at the front of the team hurried forward and shouted: "Make way, make way!"
Zi Yang, Xiao Liu, and Hu Xiong stood aside and did not argue with them.
Not long after, a very majestic red-cloaked carriage drove past them and slowly entered the city.
On one side of the carriage, there was a man riding a tall horse, with a golden headband on his forehead, a hooked nose, thick lips, golden clothes, a cape embroidered with a golden tiger, and a golden belt buckle engraved with a golden tiger. A roaring tiger, wearing golden tiger boots, a man in the eight realms of reincarnation.
The man on horseback did not follow the carriage into the city, but pulled the reins in his hand and stopped in front of Zi Yang and the others. He stared straight ahead without looking at Zi Yang and the others.
After a while, the man's throat moved slightly, and a mouthful of thick phlegm spit out from his mouth.
Snapped!
The thick phlegm just landed on Zi Yang's clown mask. He slowly raised his eyes and looked directly at the man on horseback.
Huxiong and Xiaoliu's expressions changed with shock. Worried that Ziyang couldn't control themselves, they hurriedly stretched out their arms to hold him.
After all, it would be unbearable for anyone to be humiliated like this in public, let alone Ziyang.
The man didn't even look at Zi Yang and said, "Wear a mask when you go out. Who are you pretending to show!"
Ziyang answered naturally: "I'm ugly. If I don't wear a mask, I'll scare people."
The man smiled coldly and said: "You'd better not let me touch you again, otherwise, I will let you eat the spit on the mask."
"Drive!" He lifted the reins and landed on the horse, quickly entering the city.
After the people from Haoran Mountain entered the city, Zi Yang turned to look at Hu Xiong beside him and asked, "Do you know that person just now?"
Hu Xiong shook his head and said: "I've never seen it before. But Haoran Shan's strength and talents are divided according to the headbands, which are black, red and gold."
Xiaoliu added: "The disciples of Haoran Mountain usually wear black clothes, but that man not only wore a golden hairband, but his clothes were also different from others."
"Obviously, his status in Haoran Mountain is extraordinary."
Huxiong said: "That kid's realm is too high, but since he is here, he happens to be in the realm of reincarnation, so he must also be going to the ghost realm."
"If you want to teach him a lesson, you can only do it in the ghost realm. Otherwise, the people in Haoran Mountain will not agree."
Zi Yang took off his mask, looked at the yellow phlegm stuck to the mask, and smiled helplessly. The smile on his face gradually turned cold.
"Let me eat it next time we meet? Hmm..." His face darkened and he smiled lightly: "That's a good idea. As for who eats it, I can only decide with my fists. .”
After that, he rinsed away the yellow phlegm stuck to the mask with water and put it on his face again.
He looked sideways at Huxiong and Xiaoliu and said, "Let's go into the city."
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