Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Chu Baizhou rode towards the city gate.

Seeing this, the leader breathed a sigh of relief. The little ancestor was finally gone. Now it was time to deal with Mo Jinghong and Feng Qingran.

"Which state are you from?" the leader asked Mo Jinghong.

When Chu Baizhou was about to enter the city, he looked back and his eyes flashed with surprise. There was a young master who turned into a god hidden here. He didn't notice it at all just now.

Chu Baizhou suddenly caught a glimpse of Feng Qingran's colorful mysterious clothes and immediately reined in the horse's rope.

Chu Baizhou couldn't tell the grade of Qicai Xuanyi.

But he had been surrounded by his father for many years, and based on his eyesight, he concluded that the robe was definitely not simple.

Chu Baizhou patted the horse's back, and the horse turned around and walked towards Feng Qingran.

When the leader saw that Chu Baizhou was back, his heart skipped a beat, "Young Master, do you have any other orders?"

"Get out of the way!" Chu Baizhou said coldly.

Chu Baizhou lowered his head and looked down at Feng Qingran, "I wonder whose hand this girl's dress was made by?"

Feng Qingran looked sideways at Mo Jinghong.

Mo Jinghong's starry eyes were bright and flashing, and the corners of his lips seemed to be smiling.

"A gift from a friend." Feng Qingran said crisply.

"This girl's good friend is a weapon refiner?" Chu Baizhou's eyes were full of expectations. Those who can refine this mysterious garment are definitely not just ordinary people.

"My fourth senior brother is a weapon refiner." Feng Qingran answered the question incorrectly.

Seventh Senior Brother is busy enough.

I can only borrow the name of Fourth Senior Brother.

"Did the girl's fourth senior brother participate in this spirit fighting competition?" Chu Baizhou asked excitedly.

"Yeah." Feng Qingran nodded.

"I wonder where the girl's fourth senior brother is?" While Chu Baizhou was speaking, he glanced at Mo Jinghong several times.

"Fourth Senior Brother will not be able to enter the city until later." Feng Qingran said politely.

Chu Baizhou is a tool-refining fanatic, and he will sympathize with all outstanding weapon-refining masters.

And Chu Baizhou's father, Chu Qianji, was also admired by the fourth senior brother.

That's why she was very polite to Chu Baizhou.

"That's a pity. It seems we can only see each other again in the Spirit Fighting Competition." Chu Baizhou said with a little regret.

Chu Baizhou's eyes fell on the leader, and he threw a bag of spiritual stones to the leader, "These two people are my friends, follow me in first."

"This... young master, this is against the rules." The leader is in a dilemma, he still needs to make a mission!

"What's against the rules? Contestants in the spirit fighting competition should go directly to the city. What do you mean by being stuck like this?" Chu Baizhou saw the clues.

"But the people who came before them are all queuing up?" The leader moved everyone out in an attempt to get Chu Baizhou to let go.

"Those who participate in the competition should be let in first, and the others will be interrogated later. I think all fellow Taoists will have no objection." Chu Baizhou looked around, his voice getting colder.

Some people immediately waved their hands, indicating that they didn't mind the competition's advancement.

The leader thought for a moment and finally gave in. After all, he couldn't afford to offend the Chu family.

"I wonder if you two will have a place to stay after entering the city?" Chu Baizhou asked.

"Thank you, sir, the accommodation has been arranged." Feng Qingran smiled on her jade-like face.

Chu Baizhou nodded and looked at Mo Jinghong a few more times before leaving.

This young master's aura was very strange. Most of the time, when he was talking to Feng Qingran, he couldn't feel Mo Jinghong's presence.

Such a stunningly beautiful person should attract attention no matter where she goes. How could she have such a poor sense of presence?

With the help of Chu Baizhou, Feng Qingran and Mo Jinghong entered the city smoothly.

Feng Qingran took Mo Jinghong to the yard he bought in advance.

Feng Qingran asked Zhang San to prepare two courtyards in advance.

One is for other people from Qingyun Prefecture, and the other is for people from Lingyun Sect.

"Seventh Senior Brother, do you think the leader of the city guard army is from the Baili family?" Feng Qingran didn't figure out the person behind the leader's actions all the way.

"If the Baili family wants to target us, they can manipulate the competition." Mo Jinghong's eyes were cold and sharp, making people dare not look directly at him. His luxurious black clothes only showed his unparalleled dignity.

"The only ones in Huolingzhou who can mobilize the city defense army are the four forces, and the leader's appearance clearly means he knows us, and there are not many people in Huolingzhou who have seen our true appearance." Feng Qingran's mind flashed. Many people have no clue.

In fact, she first suspected Su Yanran.

But Su Yanran hadn't seen them for ten years and didn't understand them at all.

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The venue for the spirit fighting competition is wide.

Above the stands, each state is divided.

Feng Qingran's apricot eyes scanned the contestants from the eight states and saw several familiar faces among the contestants from the Haoling state.

Feng Qingran also noticed that after entering the venue, the Third Senior Sister and the Fifth Senior Sister frequently looked in the direction of Di Lingzhou.

Di Ling Prefecture is where Baili's family is located. I heard that Di Ling Prefecture is full of powerful gods. It is the place where all the top forces gather, and it is also the state with the most abundant spiritual energy.

The contestants from Diling State seemed to have a natural sense of superiority.

Feng Qingran remembered that there was an extremely strange phenomenon in the list of participating disciples from each state that Zhang San had handed over yesterday.