Gu Shuo slowly blended into the crowd. He felt that he was a little out of place with the people here. Not in terms of appearance, but in terms of temperament. The monks around him were all in a hurry, and Gu Shuo could sense the tension in their hearts.

Passing by the tea house and wine shop, this is the best place to inquire about news, but unfortunately, there are no monks drinking tea and wine inside at this time. On the contrary, the shops are crowded with monks, going in and out, and it is very busy.

Gu Shuo thought for a while and walked into a teahouse. Finally, a guest came. The shopkeeper looked happy and greeted him personally:

"Sir, please come in!"

Gu Shuo walked into the door and placed a low-grade spiritual stone on the counter: "Shopkeeper, I want to ask about someone."

"Say it!" the shopkeeper skillfully put away the spiritual stones on the counter.

"I want to know where Zhou Fan is now and what his current level of cultivation is!"

The shopkeeper frowned and thought for a moment, then patted the counter: "I remembered that some time ago, about eight years ago, the monks who came here to drink tea often talked about Zhou Fan. They said that he challenged him repeatedly in the City of Chaos, but there was no one.

Defeat. It is said that he was at the fifth level of the God Transformation at that time. No one talked about him after that. I even asked curiously, and they said Zhou Fan was missing."

Gu Shuo frowned: "No more!"

"there is none left!"

Gu Shuo nodded, turned around and walked out of the door. He walked forward along the street. Along the way, he kept entering teahouses, restaurants, and even inns to inquire. As for the shops, there were too many people inside, and it was impossible to understand them.

Q. But the information I received was similar. The final result was that Zhou Fan disappeared, and no one knew where he went.

"Sister Shui, what do you think that person is doing? Is it weird?"

There were two women walking side by side behind him. The temperament of these two women was very similar to Gu Shuo. There was no rush and nervousness. Instead, they seemed like they were walking in the back garden of their own home. I didn't notice Gu Shuo at first.

Shuo, but if a person goes into an empty tea house and wine shop, then quickly comes out and enters the next one, this cannot but attract attention.

Shui Qingrou looked at Gu Shuo's back as he entered a restaurant again, and said calmly: "Maybe he's inquiring about some news, right? It was chaotic here before, and it's even more chaotic now. Maybe he got separated from his fellow disciples."

While talking, the two women had already passed the door. The junior sister pricked up her ears and heard a sentence:

"No more news about Zhou Fan?"

"No more. He has disappeared for five or six years. In this city of chaos, it is normal for a person to suddenly disappear."

Gu Shuo nodded, turned around and walked out of the door, quickly passing the two women in front of him, and not long after walking forward, he stepped into a teahouse again.

"He is asking about a person named Zhou Fan." The junior sister leaned close to the senior sister's ear and whispered softly: "Then Zhou Fan is the proud son of the Zhou family, right?"

Senior Sister Shui glanced at her junior sister with annoyance and continued to walk forward. The junior sister was still active: "Senior Sister Shui, why do you think the Wuhui layman stayed here and didn't leave?

He neither surrenders to the City of Chaos nor refuses the solicitation of our Heavenly Alliance, what is his plan?"

Senior Sister Shui said nonchalantly: "No matter what idea he has, in the face of strength, no idea will be put on the table."

"That's right!" Junior Sister waved her little fist and said, "Let me tell you, Senior Sister Shui, just go and ask that Wuhui layman, what else did he dare to say in front of Senior Sister?"

Shui Qingrou smiled: "You must give Xu Qingdao some face."

Gu Shuo stopped searching because he felt that he would not get any more news. He was standing opposite the gate of Wuhui Manor, where layman Wuhui lived, and he casually walked into a teahouse

, ordered a pot of tea. The owner of the teahouse is a female cultivator, a mature woman, still charming, and she looks like she is a Nascent Soul. There is no one in the shop, so the proprietress simply sat across from Gu Shuo and said:

Pour tea in Gushuo:

"Do you have a grudge against Zhou Fan?"

"That's right!" Gu Shuo said indifferently.

"In the past, people fled here almost every day, and people came here to seek revenge almost every day. But it's so lively, hahaha..."

Gu Shuo turned the tea cup and looked at it with his head slightly lowered: "I see that the people here are in a hurry. Is the landlady still staying here?"

"Yes!" The proprietress looked around the empty teahouse, with nostalgia in her eyes: "I have been here for more than eight hundred years. It's time to leave."

Gu Shuo's heart moved: "After staying here for so long, you should have met the layman Wugui, right?"

"I've seen a very boring person. It's rare to see him once in a hundred years. Are you very curious about him? You're not asking whether Zhou Fan is fake or whether Wuhui is real, right?"

Gu Shuo shook his head: "I just don't understand why Master Wuhui made such a decision? He rejected both the City of Chaos and the Tianmeng. Where did he get the confidence?"

Then he waved his hand and said, "I'm just asking casually, you don't have to answer."

"When you say that, I feel even more uneasy. No, I have to leave here. I can't stay here any longer." The landlady stood up and walked out simply, waving her hands to Gu Shuo and saying:

"This little brother, this tea house is given to you."

Gu Shuo looked outside through the window and saw the proprietress walking along the street towards the entrance of Fangshi.

So decisive!

Then……

He saw the landlady stop and step back. A rough voice sounded:

"Wuhui layman, a certain Tieshanyue family, come out and answer the question!"

"Everyone stays put, otherwise, we will be killed without mercy!"

"Boom boom boom..."

The roar of the divine passage method suddenly sounded, and it fell silent in a very short time. The bodies of more than a dozen monks were lying on the ground. They were the monks who wanted to resist or escape from Fangshi.

The proprietress took advantage of the moment of the fight and ran back to the teahouse. At the same time, two women also flashed in. It was Shui Qingqing and her junior sister.

Gu Shuo suddenly had a headache. He saw Bei Xueling, Yun Sixia and Tiemuzhong among the crowd on the opposite side of the street.

Why are these three people here?

The proprietress quickly came to the opposite side of Gu Shuo, sat down, and patted the rough waves: "I'm scared to death."

Gu Shuo leaned his head out of the window slightly, then retracted and whispered softly: "There are a lot of people coming!"

"Yes, there are thousands of people. And there are three transformed gods. The leader, Tieshanyue, is in the late stage of transformed gods."

Shui Qingrou and her junior sister came to Gu Shuo's table generously: "Can you sit down?"

"Sit down!" Gu Shuo motioned to the landlady with his eyes: "She is the landlady. What kind of tea do you want to drink? Ask her."

The junior sister next to her looked at Gu Shuo's calm expression: "Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid! Is it useful?" Gu Shuo picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp. He turned his eyes to the window and looked at Bei Xueling and the three of them. There was a hint of anxiety between his eyebrows.

"Master Wugui, if you don't come out, I will destroy your place and find you out."

Tieshanyue used his spiritual power, and his voice echoed between heaven and earth like a bell. It was transmitted to the ground.

Deep underground, there is a vast underground space. In this vast underground space, there are nine crouching dragon-like magma converging toward the center from nine directions. In the center of the nine dragon heads, there is a dragon head about ten meters in diameter.

Magma pool, magma flowing from nine directions poured into the pool. The pool was like a bottomless pit that could never be filled. In the center of the pool, there was an octagonal array floating, which was constantly heated by the magma.

The magma washes away.

Beside the lava pool, there was a man standing.

She has silver hair but the face of a baby.

He looked down at the formation disk. The formation disk was red, but in one of the eight corners, there was about half an inch of black red. Being washed away by the magma, that half inch of black red was changing slightly.

Into crimson.

This person is Wuhui layman. Although this place is three thousand meters deep from the ground, he can still clearly hear the shouts of Tieshan Yue on the ground. He frowned slightly, then raised his foot and stepped out of the magma.

Disappeared by the pool.

In the middle of the city.

Tieshan Yue's face is full of evil spirits. Anyone who can survive in the chaotic city has a good temper.

"Master Wuhui, if you don't come out within three breaths, I will demolish your Wuhui Manor first!"

"Iron Mountain!"

A voice sounded from Wuhui Villa, and when the third word fell, the figure of Wuhui layman was already standing in front of the door of the Villa, looking coldly at Tieshan Mountain opposite.

Tieshanyue's murderous intent became even stronger: "Master Wuhui, don't give you any face, you are shameless. Boss Lian has sent people to persuade you many times. Today I will ask you again, will you vote for the City of Chaos?"

"I said, come to me after your City of Chaos and Tianmeng have reached an agreement. I don't want to be your bargaining chip."

"Chips?" Tie Shanyue sneered: "The City of Chaos has only one more you and one less you. Today I am here to ask for a pleasant word. If you agree, you will follow me now. If you don't agree, today next year will be your death anniversary.

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Wuhui layman frowned: "Go back and tell fellow Taoist Lian to give me two more days."

"Two days? Not even a day!"

Tieshanyue stepped forward and had already sacrificed his magic weapon. The two avatars beside him also sacrificed their magic weapons and quickly rushed towards the Wuhui layman.

"well……"

Wuhui let out a long sigh, and this long sigh accompanied his figure as he retreated. The long sigh crossed the sky and ended at the door of the Welcome Hall. Wuhui's figure disappeared inside the door of the Welcome Hall.

"Boom boom boom..."

Three magic weapons, a sword, a cauldron, and a seal, were smashed towards the guest reception hall. At the same time, the three transformed gods also rushed into the gate, but they did not rush into the guest reception hall, but watched with vigilance and vigilance.

One sword, one cauldron, and one seal struck down.

"Crash..."
To be continued...