Cao Lin was dead, and Shui Qingyang had no choice but to burn him clean with a fire.

Standing up, she found that Song Yuhu was still staring at him, looking as if she wanted to eat it alive, so she stretched out her hand: "Sister Song, borrow the pen and ink."

Song Yuhu gritted his teeth: "No!"

"That's hard. Without writing, how could I write down the Nine-tailed Fox magic power?" Shui Qingyang looked distressed: "Why would you like to pay credit first?"

Brush brush.

A stack of white paper and brush and ink flew to Shui Qingyang. Song Yuhu said coldly: "Don't think about making fraud. I will check with Xiaorong. If you dare to write a wrong word, don't blame me for turning against others."

The sunset dyes clouds.

When the paper pages full of handwriting were handed to Song Yuhu, the woman felt like she had a treasure. She endured her excitement and asked Ding Yourong to check it out.

After confirming that, Song Yuhu smiled even at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes. He looked at the pages again and again, as if he could never see enough.

After a long time, I realized that I had lost my composure and hurriedly put the paper into the storage ring. I also did not forget to patrol around to prevent anyone from seeing it.

Finally, she fell in front of Shui Qingyang and said fiercely: "Boy, only you and I know what happened today. If you dare to reveal it, I will destroy you."

Shui Qingyang nodded and said he knew: "Sister Song, please take care of Teacher Ding next. When you meet Ding Bo, tell him that I was chased by the people from the Fengfeng League and temporarily lost my whereabouts."

As soon as these words were said, both women were in a good mood.

Song Yuhu quickly took a few steps back and put on a vigilant posture: "What bad things are you going to do? I will never be with you."

Shui Qingyang laughed silently: "Don't worry, I will act by myself next, it has nothing to do with you."

"Do you need help?" Ding Yourong didn't ask what he was doing, but directly expressed his attitude. Such a straightforward personality is hard not to be appreciated.

However, this time, Shui Qingyang did not plan to take anyone and said frankly: "I want to go to Wanling Mountains. If this trip is successful, I will be back at most three months. If it is not successful, you and I will meet each other and give me such things to Ding Bo."

He handed out another stack of paper, which was written just now, with a few big words at the beginning, almost blinding Song Yuhu's eyes.

Bi Fang’s magical powers!

This guy is really... generous enough!

Ding Yourong's beautiful eyes flashed violently, and his beautiful face, which had always been indifferent, was like a turbulent wave of waves in the flat lake, revealing a complex expression.

She didn't reach for it, but she was so anxious that Song Yuhu, who was standing beside her, wanted to reach out.

After a moment of silence, Ding Yourong said, "If you must go, I will accompany you."

"There is no need for that. You have broken through to Caixia realm and don't need to take risks for me. I can't afford it. If Ding Bo and the others find out, they may hate me."

Speaking of this, Shui Qingyang chuckled: "Teacher Ding, thank you for your care in the past two months. If you are lucky enough to return, we will make another appointment in the woods."

When Song Yuhu heard this, he immediately showed a gossipy expression and looked back and forth at the two of them. What good things can this man and the woman who are unmarried and unmarried in the woods?

Ding Yourong's fair and cold face showed two light red balls, her beautiful eyes were floating, and her shy look was as beautiful as the clouds in the sky.

Even Song Yuhu, a beautiful mature woman, was so moved that she was even more sure that this pair of dogs and women were not simple.

After plugging Bi Fang's magical power into Ding Yourong's hand, Shui Qingyang turned around and left with great strides.

"Hey, boy, are you really planning to try the level with the genius of the War List? Don't die. I don't care about villains. How about introducing you to a few more beautiful monks?"

Song Yuhu shouted behind him, his eyes rolling: "Are you afraid that I will steal Bi Fang's magical powers and learn secretly?"

"Hahaha, as long as Teacher Ding agrees, Sister Song will learn it." Shui Qingyang did not look back and waved his hand.

Such a generous attitude made Song Yuhu unable to hate it, so he had to stamp his feet and sigh: "It's not useless. Xiaorong, should you catch him back?"

Ding Yourong seemed to have never heard of it, and finally said coldly: "This is his choice, what qualifications do we have to stop it?"

The sunlight dyed the mountains and fields orange-red, and cast a long shadow behind the boy. He was alone, calm and composed.

Looking back on the little things he met with, his experience in recent months was particularly clear. For some reason, Ding Yourong felt a little sad in his heart.

She kept staring at Shui Qingyang's figure until she disappeared from afar. She was not sure if this was her last meeting with the other party.

"That's the Wanling Mountains. Even the monks in the Dharma Realm will never return. With his cultivation..." Song Yuhu shook his head, unable to bear to say anything more.

Cuihua City, in the garden pavilion of the city lord's mansion.

After listening to Liu Fei's report, Lan Jinsong was furious and broke the teacup and said gloomyly: "The idiots in the Fengfeng League can't even tell such a simple blackmail? Now, I'm so proud of it, but that kid is sure."

Liu Fei's old face is not good-looking either.

The relationship with the Zhuifeng League must not be exposed, and there must be no doubts! But the people in the Zhuifeng League are not reliable in their work, so the monks present at that time actually ran away.

Liu Fei bowed and said, "The city lord, according to the Fengfeng League, among the escaped monks, Li Santong and Lin Chuan. These two are Shui Qingyang's confidants and must be eliminated as soon as possible. Even the monks of Fengfeng League at that time need to be eliminated together. Let the subordinates go there."

Lan Jinsong: "You set out immediately, contact Zhuifeng League if necessary, and at all costs, get rid of Shui Qingyang and his confidant, and bring the head back."

"Subordinates obey the order."

...

The journey to Wanling Mountains was temporarily decided by Shui Qingyang.

Because he could imagine that Lan Jinsong would know what was happening sooner or later. With his current strength, it would be difficult for Lan Jinsong to deal with it if he could do anything.

He didn't want to make a breakthrough in order to make Lan Jinsong's urgent breakthrough, so he simply avoided it for the time being.

This time he goes to Wanling Mountains, and it will be a smooth road. If he fails, he will at least see the reality clearly. In the future, he will not be obsessed with breaking through the limits and just improve his cultivation.

Skipping in the mountains and forests, day and night, more than half a month later, Shui Qingyang arrived at Baiyun City.

Baiyun City is the prefecture of Baiyun Prefecture. Just about the height of the city wall and the garrison, it is more than two streets of Cuihua City.

There are two passages at the gate of the city. One is lined up in a long line, all of which are ordinary people. The other is much lonely, which is the path for monks.

Cultivators must not think about mingling with ordinary people, because there is a test formation at the city gate. Once it is found out, I’m sorry to go to the law enforcement supervisor to sit down.

Shui Qingyang obediently walked towards the monk's path, which attracted a lot of envious eyes from the people.

The monks on both sides of the road stopped him, and Shui Qingyang took out his identity document.

"Are you the Nancheng Captain of Cuihua City?" The monk in charge of the inspection raised his head and put away his careless attitude.

Shui Qingyang smiled and said, "It made my elder brother laugh. This time I came out in a hurry and did not apply for a road guide. Can you please be more comfortable?"

If the casual cultivator dares to say this, the monk guarding the city would spit on him.

In the area ruled by the Immortal Dynasty, if a monk wants to go to a certain place to do business, he must first apply for a road guide at the local city lord's mansion and write down the destination so that the official can understand the situation.

No way to lead? Where to come from, go back to where to go.

However, Shui Qingyang has different identities. First of all, he is the captain of Yicheng.

Secondly, a few months ago, the state lord personally appointed a lieutenant. Because the incident was too sensational, these monks of the Immortal Dynasty heard about it.

They had guessed that the young boy in front of them was the lucky one. Even the state masters favored him. How dare they neglect them?

While hesitating, Shui Qingyang cast a few pieces of silver from somewhere and stuffed them into the hands of several people. The few people weighed the portions but did not dare to accept them, but Shui Qingyang persuaded them to stop.

The monk in charge of the inspection said, "It is normal for people to be negligent. The Water Captain doesn't have to take it seriously. If you have time, just go to the city lord's mansion to get a replacement road guide."

"It must be certain." While thanking me, Shui Qingyang successfully got into the city and couldn't help but sigh at the usefulness of the official identity.

Of course he didn't come to Baiyun City for a trip. The reason he came here is because the entire Baiyun State only has a teleportation array.

The Taixuan Realm is too big, divided into nine heavens, each day is a vast star field, containing many life planets.

Baiyunzhou belongs to the Emperor Yutian, while Wanling Mountains are in the Xingluotian realm. They are several star domains apart, and if they rely on their own to travel, they will never be able to reach it for a hundred lifetimes.

The teleportation array is located on the east side of the city gate. It is a five-story stone altar, covering an area of ​​more than 100 meters.

There were two long queues on site, and there were still people and monks.

Although monks rule the world, they suppress ordinary people, they also bring great convenience. Today, ordinary people can use the teleportation array to realize interstellar tourism as long as they have money.

Some wealthy businessmen have even bought industries on different planets, making Shui Qingyang, who was first heard of for a while, speechless.

After paying enough money, Shui Qingyang and other monks climbed to the fifth floor stone altar.

Depending on the transmission distance, the transmission array is divided into five levels.

The lowest level can cross different roads. As for the state and city, because the distance is too short, it is not worth the cost to build the corresponding teleportation array, so it is not designed.

The highest level is the star-domain teleportation array with the farthest teleportation distance.

A flash of eyes, time and space were reversed. After about two days, the light fragments dissipated, and Shui Qingyang was already in another magnificent city.

The City of All Spirits.

This city is not in the territory of Emperor Yutian, but is located on the Ziyun Star of Xingluotian, and is also the closest city to the Wanling Mountains.

Walking down from the stone altar, Shui Qingyang still had a sense of unreality that seemed like a dream. He spanned countless light years like this. Do you want to go to heaven in this world of fairy tale?

The streets in Wanling City are hundreds of meters wide, far from comparable to Baiyun City, with mottled and dilapidated stone slabs. The shops and pavilions on both sides are also weathered and frost-beaten, and most of them are very simple.

Passers come and go, holding swords and wearing swords, and there seems to be no mortal. Many people even wear multiple storage rings between their ten fingers. Unlike Shui Qingyang, they dare not wear them on their hands.

In the sky, there are divine birds carrying people flying by from time to time, and there are also fairy swords leaping across and leaving.

Wait...

Outside the city, the mixed magic power was like a water column soaring into the sky, as if it was about to penetrate the sky, making Shui Qingyang's eardrums almost crack. He turned around and looked at the clouds in the sky in horror.

What level of cultivator must this be able to create such a big noise?
Chapter completed!