Doomsday Sanctuary

It has been three days since Di Ping came to Huangshi City, and the energy of the sea of ​​stars has not yet receded. Looking up at the Star Wash in Huangshi City, we can see purple energy surging in the sea of ​​stars like a magic mist, strange and magical.

For three days, Di Ping had been wandering around in Yellowstone City, learning more about Xinghai's secrets while investigating news about Tai Meng.

A lot of news about Xinghai has been explored, and there are legends and secrets that are full of ears, but there is not a trace of news about Tai Meng.

Huangshicheng said it was big or small, and it was not allowed to fly. It was not too small to walk, and it was not that easy to meet Tamun.

Moreover, Di Ping found that more and more people came to Yellowstone City. The hotel he used to stay in was relatively empty, but now it is full. The streets are full of people and races of all kinds, which opened his eyes.

Di Ping and his party used breakfast and went to the streets again. Under Xuan Feng's suggestion, they prepared to reserve supplies to prepare for the upcoming Xinghai trip.

In the morning, a group of people purchased a large amount of materials, the energy, food, and necessary materials in the starship, which cost tens of millions of source crystals.

Xuan Feng watched Di Ping pay tens of millions of Yuanjing without blinking, and couldn't help but feel distressed:

"It would be great if you had purchased supplies the day you came. Now that a large number of people have poured into Yellowstone City, prices have only risen by two floors compared to the previous few days!"

Now Di Ping is wealthy, and the drugstore has only been open for a few months, but it is like a gold swallowing machine that has created hundreds of millions of source crystals for him, so he doesn't care about spending money, and smiles:

"It's okay, it won't cost much, at most it will save a million!"

Xuan Feng curled his lips involuntarily and looked at Di Ping angrily.

This is really a man who is full and hungry, and a man who is hungry is hungry. Millions are not a small fortune to him, but Di Ping just throws it away and doesn't care.

There was no so-called forced buying and selling in the material distribution, nor did they run into the evil young slaves. The group of people successfully purchased the last batch of materials and walked out of the store.

However, as soon as he walked out of the store, Di Pingping was taken aback. There were a lot less people on the street, and there were still many people eagerly leaping in one direction.

"Has Xinghai turned on?"

Di Ping couldn't help but stunned, and habitually raised his head and glanced at Xinghai, only to see that Xinghai did not move.

Xuan Feng also shook his head, looking at the figures flying by in the street, his expression was a bit puzzled.

"Master, let me find out!"

The demon guard stepped forward and whispered.

At this time, a welcoming waiter at the door suddenly said respectfully:

"This distinguished guest does not need to inquire. This is a master showdown outside the city. Everyone here is going to watch the excitement!"

"Oh!"

Di Ping's eyes moved and asked:

"Do you know what kind of master it is?"

The waiter respectfully said:

"Returning to the distinguished guest, I heard that someone challenged our Mongolian general's son, Lord Montaigne, who is returning to the Valley of the Wind for a duel!"

"Montaigne?"

Di Ping's brows moved, but he knew that he was a garrison general here, with a strength as high as Rongyuan's eighth rank, and he was the top powerhouse in the world. His son is afraid of extraordinary strength!

So he asked:

"I don't know what strength this Prince Montaigne is?"

When the waiter heard the words, his face immediately showed a hint of arrogance but respectful expression:

"Prince Montaigne is the cultivation genius of our Gamaliel Empire. He is already an intermediate master of the Dharma Realm before he is thirty years old!"

Di Ping only nodded faintly when he heard the words, and did not say much. Instead, Xuan Feng picked up the corner of his eye and glanced at Di Ping.

In his opinion, genius, dare to be called genius in front of this person?

People who are less than 30 years old are already strong in the eighth order of the law.

He saw with his own eyes that Di Ping went from the fifth stage to the eighth stage of the Dhamma in just over two years. Is it considered strong to rise to the intermediate Dhamma at the age of 30?

When Di Ping heard that it was an intermediate-level matchup in the Dharma Stage Realm, he really didn't have much interest, but after thinking about it, maybe Tai Meng would also go, so he decided:

"Let's go see the excitement too!"