I just want to be a quiet man

Not far away by the bushes, a tall, burly, muscular ghost warrior stood proudly!

His aura is gloomy and cold, black mist is all around his knees, and his black eyes are full of tyranny and bloodthirsty. He hovers under the forest and looks at the Fu brothers motionlessly.

Both Fu Wuyi and Fu Hanshu were startled, this place is Guilu Mountain Range.

The ghost in front of them is the purpose of their trip!

It's just that the Guilu Mountain Range is three days and three nights away from Yongwu Fort, so how can I spend a few words now...

Thinking of this, the two of them were in a trance at the same time, as if they had forgotten something, and they no longer felt that there was anything wrong.

Fu Hanshu heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "We're finally here!"

Fu Wuyi nodded, quickly took out a stack of talismans, gave half of it to his cousin, and said: "This ghost is very powerful, and has a cunning heart, and is good at hiding... Let's go together, fight with all our strength, don't give it to me. It has no chance of escaping!"

Raising his hand to take the talisman, and quickly sticking it to his body, Fu Hanshu nodded: "Okay!"

While speaking, the armors on the two of them instantly lit up with runes, and the weapons behind them were automatically unsheathed and fell into their palms.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Hanshu activated a magic weapon with a little lack of spirituality. Immediately, a circle of pure white flames appeared in the entire dense forest, surrounding their brothers and the ghost warrior.

The invisible restriction spread, and all the unique escaping methods of ghosts were instantly blocked.

Fu Wuyi held up the long spear, his true essence was running, and a little cold light on the tip of the spear suddenly bloomed like a morning star on a winter night.

With a murderous spirit, the spear blatantly stabbed at the ghost warrior.

During the whole process, the ghost warrior remained motionless, without any dodge or defense.

boom! ! !

The tip of the spear pierced into the ghost warrior's head without hindrance. Immediately, the ghost's entire head exploded, and its burly and sturdy body disappeared in an instant like snow falling into the sun.

Clang.

The moment the ghost dissipated, a bright silver token fell out of its body and fell to the ground.

Seeing how vulnerable this powerful and scheming ghost has been raging in Guilu Mountain Forest for a long time, Fu Wuyi and Fu Hanshu felt very puzzled.

When they came, they investigated the mission in detail.

Although the strength of this ghost is within the range they can deal with, it is impossible to use only one move...

The next moment, the two of them forgot something again, and Fu Hanshu immediately said: "Finally killed this ghost!"

Fu Wuyi nodded and said: "That's right, Li Shu here can finally live in peace."

"We're going back now."

Fu Hanshu immediately agreed.

The two were about to leave at this point, Fu Wuyi looked at the token that fell on the ground, hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand and took it into the palm of his hand.

This token is about the size of an adult man's palm. On one side is engraved with a cloud seal character "Ling", surrounded by curved patterns, in a simple and simple style; on the other side, it is densely engraved with various soldiers. blade.

As soon as he took it, Fu Wuyi suddenly felt a sense of incomparable joy, incomparable longing, as if a close relationship of flesh and blood, his heart trembled involuntarily, and tears almost fell instantly.

He was shocked, this token seemed to belong to the clan!

"Brother Wuyi, what's the matter?" Fu Hanshu had already called out Tie Yuan from the storage pouch, but seeing that his cousin hadn't moved, he immediately asked suspiciously.

Fu Wuyi suddenly came back to his senses, and quickly said: "This token may have some origins, let's bring it back to the clan, and ask the elders to have a look."

Fu Hanshu nodded and said, "Okay!"

While speaking, Fu Wuyi's figure moved and jumped onto Tie Yuan.

The next moment, Tie Yuan flapped her wings, soared into the sky, and quickly disappeared into the forest.

After Tie Yuan and the Fu brothers disappeared completely, a figure appeared without warning in the forest where the ghost fighter died.

Xuanshan with a saber on his back and a stern face was none other than Pei Ling.

Looking at the direction in which Tie Yuan was going away, his expression didn't change at all.

At the Yousu Tomb, in the third gate of the land of good fortune left by the "curse", he had a battle with Fu Yijin, a Taoist monk from Yanxi City.

When the other party was dying, he handed him a token and asked him to return it to the Fu family of Yanxi City.

He used his own fate as a deposit, and told him that after the matter is completed, Fu Shi will give him the rest of the reward...

It's just that now that Pei Ling has embarked on the road to immortality, he doesn't need that kind of reward any more.

The purpose of coming here this time is to keep the promise and settle the karma.

Therefore, returning the token this time, he is not going to let anyone know!

So let these two Fushi's arrogance, take this token as an opportunity they got by themselves, and bring it back to Yongbao Fushi...

In this way, Pei Ling fulfilled his original promise without causing any trouble.

After all, the purpose of his trip was to challenge the Lord of Yanxi City.

If people find out that he has contacts with Fu Shi, it will inevitably cause side effects.

While thinking about it, Pei Ling used another trick to send the two Fu's disciples back to Yongbao quickly...

Chapter 72: Bit passing.

The capital is Yanxi City.

City Lord's Mansion.

training room.

The sea of ​​fire was surging and extremely blazing, scorching the entire room.

The city lord bared his upper body, stood in the fire, and slowly swung the double hammers. Every move was simple and clear, but it was full of terrifying power, causing the space to vibrate.

Suddenly, he turned his head to look at the door of the training room, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Outside the door, the middle-aged monk from before knelt down on one knee, holding a letter written in blood on the black background, and said in a deep voice: "The city lord, Pei Ling, the holy son of Chongming sect, sent someone to send a letter of war."

When the city lord heard the words, he immediately stopped practicing, let go of the double hammers, stretched out his hand, and the letter of war immediately appeared between his fingers.

After reading the content of the gauntlet with a calm expression, there was no surprise on his face. Pei Ling challenged the emperor of the Liugai Dynasty. After defeating the emperor, he came directly to the boundary of Yanxi City, apparently to come and continue to challenge him!

He has been waiting for this gauntlet for several days!

The city lord asked: "Who is the person who sent the letter of war?"

The middle-aged monk said: "She is a female cultivator who was born to teach. Judging from the aura of her skills, she should be Pei Ling's furnace."

Born to teach?

The city lord was slightly surprised, but soon he understood that it was Pei Ling's personal plan to challenge the emperor of the Liugai Dynasty, and even him, the city lord of Yanxi City, and not the purpose of Chongming Sect.

Otherwise, the person who came to send the letter of war should be a member of the Nine Ah Li family of Chongming Zong...

It seems that the news from the Liugai Dynasty is not false at all. The purpose of Pei Ling's trip is to come for the Dao, and there is no senior from the Chongming Sect following him.

Thinking of this, the city lord thought for a while, and then said: "The location of this battle will be Wuwangze."

"That place is desolate and remote, and will not hurt innocent people."

"As for the time... it will be three days later."

The middle-aged monk clasped his fists and said, "Yes!"

Seeing that the city lord had no other orders, he withdrew and left.

In the training room, the sea of ​​fire was still burning, weakly tempering the Dao body of the city lord.

Looking at the gauntlet in his hand, his expression gradually became serious.

Wen Ren Taishang Elder went to challenge Pei Ling, and he should have already lost.

Otherwise, this gauntlet would not have been sent...

The Supreme Elders of the Nine Great Sects are basically in the middle or even late stage of the Dao.

I heard that the cultivation base of the Supreme Elder is in the middle stage of Hedao!

Although he doesn't have the magic weapon to suppress the sect, but with the opponent's cultivation level, he is still defeated by Pei Ling... Then Pei Ling's strength will only be stronger than that of the middle-stage monks!

Yes, the other party has definitely joined the Dao, and should have joined the Dao of All Beings and the Dao of Heaven and Earth at the same time!

This battle is extremely dangerous, but it must not be defeated!

Thinking of this, the city lord immediately took out a special sound transmission talisman to activate.

After a while, a familiar voice sounded from the talisman: "City Lord, I'm defeated..."

This voice is hoarse, tired, and slightly emotional, which is exactly what I heard.

The city lord didn't have any accidents, and immediately said: "Elder Wenren Taishang, are you seriously injured?"

Wenren Lingse said: "Most of the injury has recovered, and when the healing is complete, I will rush back to Yanxi City immediately."

The city lord nodded slightly, and immediately said: "My sect rules, the city lord is replaced every 500 years, and I have been in charge of Yanxi City for more than [-] years. In this battle, regardless of victory or defeat, the next city lord must be determined first."

"Young city lord Xin Yaxiu is still young, and his cultivation level is too low to bear the overall situation."

"The other Supreme Elders who have not closed the long test, or have a temperament like idle clouds and wild cranes, do not like mundane affairs; or are obsessed with alchemy and other Taoism, and have no time to look around; or are too upright and do not know how to be flexible... They are not suitable to take over the position of city lord."

"Only Wenren Taishang Elder, who once took charge of Duan Eyuan, can control the situation, and is upright, no matter the cultivation level or the character, he is the top choice."

"After this battle, please ask the Elder Wenren Taishang to take charge of Yanxi City."

"Wait until Ya Xiu is strong enough, and then assist."

After finishing speaking, the city lord didn't give Wenren Lingse a chance to reply, and ended the sound transmission directly.

The runes on the sound transmission talisman immediately began to flicker, emitting a faint gleam. It was obvious that Wenren Lingse activated the talisman and wanted to continue talking.

Without any hesitation, the city lord immediately crushed the sound transmission talisman.

Immediately afterwards, he ordered: "Come in!"

Soon, a handsome young man in armor strode into the training room.

The sea of ​​flames that filled the room disappeared suddenly when it appeared, revealing a simple and spacious stone room.

The young man bowed and saluted, "Master!"

The city lord looked at him, and with a thought, a black token suddenly appeared in his hand. On the front of the token, the word "Yanxi" was engraved with cloud seals, surrounded by thunder patterns, and on the back was a giant ax with a violent aura. , like thunder falling from the nine heavens.

He let go of his hand, and the token was suddenly supported by a force, and flew in front of the boy.

The young man was puzzled and said, "Master, this is..."

The city lord stood with his hands behind his back, and said in a flat voice: "After three days, hand over this city lord's decree to Elder Wenren Taishang."

"According to the rules of my sect, after I go, you should have taken over as the city lord."

"But your cultivation base is too low, and now it's troublesome again, and the demon sect is rampant."

"This city lord, you can't sit still now."

"Cultivate with heart from now on."

"In the future, when your cultivation base is high, Elder Wenren Taishang will pass on the city lord position to you."

The young Xin Yaxiu listened silently, and immediately saluted: "Yes! Disciple obeys."

The city lord nodded slightly, and then stepped out, leaving the training room and appearing in a vast stone palace.

This stone palace seems to have been chiseled out of the mountainside with great magic power, with rough style and simple furnishings.However, any living beings who enter this place will not pay attention to the stone palace itself, but will be immediately attracted by the dazzling array of weapons.

Swords, guns, halberds, axes, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, sticks, spears, and rakes... all kinds of weapons are suspended in the air, and the sharp edges of the cold are refracted like scales. The sea, the vast ocean is unrestrained, and the evil spirit is soaring into the sky!

The city lord calmly walked into the sea of ​​soldiers.

The breath of life aroused the instinctive will of the weapon, and thousands of blades moved together like a school of fish, swarming and pointing at the city lord.

Immediately, the endless sharpness rushed towards his face, as if the next moment, he was going to chop the city lord into a flesh.

Unmoved, the city lord strode forward.

If the sea of ​​soldiers set off waves, using them as arrows, they pushed towards the depth layer by layer.

As the city lord went deeper, there were fewer and fewer weapons around him, but the power and determination contained in them became stronger and stronger.

Before he knew it, he seemed to have reached the end of the sea of ​​soldiers, and the surrounding area was empty, with nothing.

The city lord kept walking and continued to move forward. After walking for a long distance, a weapon finally appeared in the void in front of him.