Fufeng City.

The city gate is majestic and tall, simple and vast.

After entering the city gate, the houses were lined up, the streets were bustling, and there were many tourists.

At first glance, silk shops, paper shops, book shops, butcher shops, medicine shops, jewelry shops, martial arts shops, restaurants... all open their main doors to welcome guests, lively and prosperous, with a unique atmosphere in the world.

In particular, Fufeng Protectorate is the border of the Second Emperor of Yan Han, and there are many foreign races.

Quanrong, white deer, jade rabbit...

Various human appearances, but other beast-style strangers wore Hanfu, mixed in between, without any sense of incongruity.

Erha looked at a certain Rong tribe who seemed to be of Poodle's blood, a little stunned.

Bang!

Huang Xie slapped the incompetent nephew: "What are you doing? Chief Su is asking us for here. How much favor did we spend? What is the chance to reach the sky in one step? Give me a honest and have a good background, and I am afraid that there will be no petites to come here in the future?"

"Wang...ahoo..."

Erha was about to roar with the wolf, but when she heard this, she hurriedly covered her mouth and whispered bitterly: "Uncle, I can't control it either... Besides, dogs are short. Although we look similar to Yan Han people, our lifespan is much shorter than theirs..."

"Stupid!" Huang Xie gave the nephew another palm: "That's why I need to practice. If I can gain the blue eyes of the adults, pass on your qi refining method, and enter the innate world, I can live as long as the human race."

"So that's what it is..." Erha stuck out her tongue.

...

"This Fufeng City is the core of the Fufeng Protectorate. The place where the Major Protectorate is stationed, there are five thousand Black Wind Army guarding it, which is as solid as a god."

Feng Xier was wearing a bright red rider outfit, took the lead and asked with a smile: "What do you think Su Daozhi?"

"The bustling and prosperous life is a unique charm compared to the Middle Earth." Zhong Shenxiu sighed, unconsciously comparing this place with the Middle Earth city in Su Daozhi's memory.

"Are you a little homesick? Don't worry, after you get out of prison for you this time, you can leave the Fufeng range openly and travel back to Middle-earth." Feng Xier sighed: "It's a pity that most of the Su clans have withered, otherwise you can also protect one or two..."

In this era, clans are individuals’ support. On the other hand, after individuals are developed, it is natural to take care of clans.

Logically, when Su Dao was developed at this time, he had the responsibility to take care of the Sioux people who were also sent.

Although Zhong Shenxiu had nothing to do with them, he had promised Su Daozhi that he should take care of his tribe members.

As for revenge?

Think about it, the Su family was implicated in the case of the prince and ordered the emperor, so only a gentleman would take revenge, and it would be no longer too late for ten or a hundred years.

Therefore, I quickly made a grateful attitude: "I would like to ask the lieutenant to inform me where I am the Su clan, so that I can take it back and take care of you one by one."

Feng Xier nodded slightly and came to the Protectorate Mansion.

This mansion covers an extremely vast area, with soldiers and armor patrolling at the door, each of which is elite, wearing hundreds of kilograms of iron armor as if nothing was left.

Zhong Shenxiu's eyes were slightly dark, and she also saw a large amount of magic spell light, which turned into a circle of protection, making it difficult for Taoism to invade.

‘It’s indeed the Great Protectorate, this configuration is much more luxurious than Feng Xier.’

"In front of the Protectorate's Mansion, civil and military personnel dismounted!"

When a soldier saw this group of people, he immediately shouted loudly.

"You are waiting outside, Su Daozhi, come in with me."

Feng Xier got off the horse and ordered.

She is just a lieutenant here, and according to the system, she can only bring one personal soldier into the room.

Zhong Shenxiu didn't care about this, followed Feng Xier into the gate, immediately found out that the defense had been improved, and felt a little depressed.

But it wasn't his turn to meet the Protector.

Yan Han has a very strict rank. He is just a personal soldier, reflecting Feng Xier's due treatment.

As for meeting the Protectorate, are you thinking too much?

Feng Xier threw him in a small hall and went to see the person with the highest power in Fufeng.

Zhong Shenxiu was bored and yawned.

He knew that Feng Xier had to go there to see if the PRESIDENT had time. If he had no time, he would have to wait for a few more hours.

His current status is just like the drivers and secretaries in his leadership, and he can only drink tea in the communication room.

‘No, there are no seats or refreshments here… It turns out that ancient people were even more miserable.’

Zhong Shenxiu sighed secretly: "There are no other personal soldiers of the general lieutenant, it's better to chat and chat together..."

He knew very well that such a leader was the easiest to leak secrets.

Although some top secret information may only be available on the desks of the general or above, it is not a secret for these confidants.

Half an hour later, Zhong Shenxiu suddenly looked up and looked at the entrance of the hall.

A Taoist priest wearing a flat crown, a Taoist robe, with red lips and white teeth, and looked over 20 years old, broke in and looked like he glanced at Zhong Shenxiu: "You are Su Daozhi?!"

"That's right!" Zhong Shenxiu asked with his fists: "What advice does Taoist priest have?"

"Very good." The Taoist priest pointed, and a spell flew out and turned into a black smoke rope, tied up Zhong Shenxiu.

"what are you up to?"

Zhong Shenxiu was shocked and repeatedly activated the true energy of the Spirit Turtle, but it was useless.

Of course this is fake. This Taoist priest is just Gangsha. Although his cultivation is deeper than Feng Xier, Zhong Shenxiu can destroy him with just one wave of his hand.

However, in the Great Protectorate, it is still necessary to sell people for their face. It would be not good to be made a wanted criminal nationwide.

"It's nothing, I'm the Linghe of Yunjian Sect. This is just a review." Taoist Linghe Shi Shi stepped forward, looked at Zhong Shenxiu who was unable to move, and a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth held Zhong Shenxiu's pulse.

A magic power that was very different from the true qi went straight up along Zhong Shenxiu's wrist tendons, circled around his chest, and looked around in his dantian.

"The chest injury is very dangerous. The true qi in the body, the peak of the innate nature, is the true qi of the spiritual turtle, and there is no trace of magic power."

Taoist Linghe nodded slowly, but he didn't know that he had been deceived by Zhong Shenxiu many times.

The injury is fake, and the headless Count is a resentful spirit in the realm of magical powers. He is also good at space magic. He directly creates a different space and hides in it, which is equivalent to the magical power of hiding Sumeru in mustard seeds. This spiritual crane is really unaware of it.

Taoist Linghe pondered for a moment, and suddenly another magic power flew up on his body, turning into golden light, shining into Zhong Shenxiu's eyes.

He shouted sternly, "Is your confession that day false?"

‘Is it a spell that confuses the mind and the like?’

Zhong Shenxiu felt a force urging him to tell the truth.

Unfortunately, this power is too weak. If it is more powerful than a hundred times, he might have called it: "There is no false!"

"good."

Taoist Linghe nodded, took away his magic power, and said nothing, turning around and leaving.

It seemed that Zhong Shenxiu was just a passerby or even an ant, and did not apologize for his previous bad attitude.

After all, in this era, a cultivator in the Gangsha realm does not need to be kind to the mortals.

‘Good, I remember you.’
Chapter completed!