This is an ancient city.

In ancient times, it was a beautiful name, but in fact it was a broken and small one.

There is only one main street in the city, and small streets with all connections spread in all directions, but they all have to go through this main road to enter and exit the city.

Therefore, one foot just stepped out of the city gate.

Qi Cang saw a burly man squatting in front of a teahouse next to the road.

This big man is too eye-catching.

Although he was squatting and his long hair gathered behind his head, it had already hung in the window on the second floor.

More than just a crane stands out?

It was like a dragon squatting in the flock of sheep!

Although its aura is restrained, its physique is too strong. It should not be too eye-catching in such a small town.

And this person has been seen by Qi Cang.

Or, he had seen him in his previous life.

The future chief marching manager of the Heavenly Court, Zhu Dahai!

Although he is not as good as the Ten Masters of Tongtian, he is not as good as Yuan Duxiu's lifelong enemy, the Seven Heroes of Star Sea. Some even bluntly said that he is just a cart puller.

According to legend, Zhu Dahai was unconscious before entering the Tao and was stupid, but he was the one who had been following the Yuanyang Emperor for the longest time between heaven and earth.

It is called the coachman, but it is actually a disciple.

‘What kind of luck is this…’

The moment he saw Zhu Dahai, Qi Cang felt his mind blank and his mind was a little dazed.

He thought to himself that at this time, there were only a few people who could defeat him. Who would have thought that they would encounter one after another?

It would be fine if you encounter the wind.

Even if he fights again, he is confident of retreating, but if it is that person...

At this time, the sun was in the sky, and the streets were crowded with people, noisy and heat waves were overwhelming, but Qi Cang felt a chill in his heart.

Qi Cang was so shocked that he immediately attracted Zhu Dahai's alert.

He lowered his head, and was separated by a long street, pronunciation like a thunder rolling, and he hit the big tank with a heavy hammer:

"Little one, what are you looking at?"

The air waves rolled on the long street, as if the strong wind was passing by, but the people on the street seemed to be used to it, and just looked up at Zhu Dahai.

Then he lowered his head and went to do whatever he should do.

"I......"

Qi Cang took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement in his heart. As soon as he spoke, his voice became hoarse: "Your Majesty is amazing. You took a look at it for a while, but it was a risk."

He once cultivated to heaven, and even though he had the reasons for adventure, he had knowledge.

He knew very well that an existence who had walked far above the title of marquis and who was very likely to have reached the end could not have been deceived by him at this time.

However, he has no grudges and grudges with him, and he loses his beauty, but instead seems to be a ghost.

Therefore, he forced himself to calm down.

He smiled bitterly, and did not retreat. He walked over with his teeth. He could not even hide his responsibilities before. If Emperor Yuanyang was really there, he could not hide it.

If you have already missed the bottom, then you will be in real trouble.

step,

step.

Qi Cang walked very steadily, but his heart became more and more depressed.

Finally, when he walked to the teahouse, he heard a strange, calm voice:

"Dahai, go and invite this fellow Taoist in."

Hearing this voice, Qi Cang thought he would be shocked, but unexpectedly, his heart calmed down.

This sound is not mixed with any divine power, but the sound itself has the effect of soothing the soul and sootheing emotions.

"I just passed by, so I won't disturb my senior's Yaxing."

Qi Cang still had a trace of luck in his heart. If possible, at least he wouldn't want to see this person at this time.

How can he choose? He would rather fight Feng Xinglie for life and death.

But Zhu Dahai had already stood up and waved his hand: "Please."

Qi Cang's face froze, but he could only bow his hands to answer:

"...so, I'll be disrespectful."

The situation is stronger than others. Don’t say that his injuries have not healed at this time. Even if he is not injured, there is no possibility of resistance.

He remembered the legend of the battle in Wanfalou.

The battle in his previous life was the battle of Yuan Duxiu's rise, but it was also the battle that Emperor Yuanyang truly established the highest in the world.

The founding of Marquis Zhenlong and the leaders of all sects were suppressed by him.

"Um."

Zhu Dahai sat down again, Qi Cang glanced at him, and realized that in his ear, a chick with an ordinary fist was looking at him intently.

"...King of Golden Peng."

Qi Cang's heart was ups and downs.

This golden-winged Roc cub, which is inseparable from Zhu Dahai, is also very famous in the future and once became the king of spiritual birds in the world.

There have been fierce conflicts with the Demon Clan and the Phoenix Clan.

Both of these are there, but it is obvious who is in the teahouse.

The teahouse faces the sun, and it is noon and the light is the best.

There are many people, too.

As if no one was around Qi Cang, he ignored the waiter who came forward and walked to the backyard.

That sound comes from the backyard.

"Bai Yujing, Deqingcheng, the income from these two markets for thirty years is here. I thought I would send it to you after a hundred years..."

"There are some things you ask me to find, and some of them have not been found... The world's top magical weapons and spiritual materials, except for those sect ruins and the Great Cave, there are only three holy places..."

"Listen to you, in the past thirty years, I have used some elixirs that you don't need to offer a reward to create an organization that issues tasks, Xingdao Pavilion, which specializes in killing ferocious beasts from all over the world and building new cities..."

......

Before Qi Cang could walk to the backyard, he had heard a sound.

"This sound is the third wave..."

Qi Cang's eyelids twitched.

Compared to Zhu Dahai who met one time, he was much more familiar with Duan Sanlang.

In the future, he will control all the gathering places of monks in Dongzhou, even Jiuzhou, the four seas, and the endless desert.

It was one of the few people who followed Emperor Yuanyang from the end of the day.

'Is he looking for materials to create magical weapons and spiritual treasures? Yes, yes! He is going to start practicing the 'Heaven Court'!"

Heaven!

It is not a force, or rather, it is not just a force.

It is also the most incredible spiritual treasure in the past 30 million years of practice.

It consumes a lot of treasures of heaven and earth, which is more than any emperor or honor in ancient and modern times, and there are many traces of other spiritual treasures.

It is the treasure of Tao established by Emperor Yuanyang to suppress the world.

Unfortunately, until his death in the future, he did not see the Emperor Yuanyang as enlightened. He could not know whether the "Heavenly Court" could become the number one supreme treasure in ancient and modern times.

There is no way to verify whether it is true that he wants to open the thirty-sixth level of heaven and the thirty-sixth major land.

It is also impossible to witness the future, whether there will be a time when all emperors coexist.

"Forget it, fellow Taoist please come back."

When he walked to the backyard, Qi Cang was calming his mood when he heard the owner of the yard separated by a wall. The sound of the previous voice spoke again:

"This is not the time when you and I meet..."

"Um?"

Qi Cang was stunned at first, then was a little surprised and confused.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he always feels that the following sentence is not for him...
To be continued...