Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

Li Xuanyu was extremely fast and as airy as a fairy.

Han Yang hurried on with the power of stars, and his speed was not slow.

It's just that Xiao Jiu'er is lagging behind a bit.

After she was sealed, her strength was around the sixth level of the Golden Bone, and she couldn't keep up with the speed of the two of them.

I didn't run very far before I couldn't keep up.

But she remained expressionless and followed silently without making any noise.

Li Xuanyu's snow-white thighs were looming between the fluttering clothes. She looked curiously at Xiao Jiu'er who was slowly falling behind, "Didn't you say she is a golden corpse? Why is her strength so poor?"

Han Yang was helpless. He never expected that the Wine Sword Immortal would turn a corner and slash the Burning Heaven Clan camp fiercely.

The soul-suppressing seal can be unlocked seven times.

When the lotus between Xiao Jiuer's eyebrows withers, Zhenhun Feng will not be able to seal this girl for the second time.

Such an important strategic force cannot be wasted on the road.

He looked at Li Xuanyu silently.

Li Xuanyu blinked, not understanding what Han Yang meant at all.

"How about you go back and kill that old boy?" Han Yang asked tentatively.

"No, that will expose my true cultivation. It's not the time yet." Li Xuanyu said seriously.

Even when the sword slashed the Burning Heaven Clan camp, I didn't see you worrying about exposing your cultivation.

"Then lure him away!"

Han Yang could only speak bluntly.

He finally figured it out. You have to be straightforward with Jiujianxian, otherwise people won't understand you at all.

"oh."

With his toes a little above the branches, Li Xuanyu turned around and walked away.

There was no fuss at all, and we didn’t even ask where we could meet again.

Han Yang wanted to call her to stop and say "see you in the dark city", but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it.

Maybe it's a good thing that she's not around.

Don't let this woman go to the Black City and chop up a whole city with a sword at the slightest disagreement.

The person chasing behind him was indeed only looking at the famous Jiujianxian.

No one even batted an eyelid at a "little miscellaneous fish" like the Sixth Level of Golden Bone.

Soon, the two disappeared one after another.

…

Black City is one of the nine cities of Yuanmen.

Although it was a big city, because the city lord focused more on business and neglected martial arts, no dazzling geniuses were born.

Even the Gray City, which was far smaller in scale, could overwhelm the Black City in martial arts.

But among the nine cities of Yuanmen, Heicheng can be regarded as the most prosperous city.

Rivers of blood flowed from the killings in Yanyue Valley, but this commercial city seemed not to be affected at all. The city gates were still wide open, recruiting business travelers from all over.

"Want to eat candied haws?"

"Don't like it? What about that person?"

"Where's the cooking cake?"

"You're seven or eight years old. You shouldn't play with rattles anymore, right?"

Two figures, one large and one small, appeared on the lively street at the gate of Black City.

The older one took the trouble to "sell" all kinds of delicacies and toys to the younger one, while the younger one had a small, expressionless face.

"Tsk... The wandering zombies are not as sane as the zombies. It's really hard to deal with..."

The two people were Han Yang and Xiao Jiuer.

Along the way, Han Yang tried his best to restore Xiao Jiuer's consciousness, but unfortunately the effect was almost zero.

Han Yang had killed a lot of things like zombies in his eighth life, but he was not very proficient in the heresy of raising corpses.

For Han Yang, no matter how strong the enemy is, he can kill it with one sword. If it fails, he can kill it with two swords. There is no need to raise a zombie to help him.

"It seems that I need to find a few books on corpse raising techniques to study."

Han Yang took Xiao Jiuer's hand and walked towards the city gate.

Unlike Luo City and Taicheng, Heicheng, a commercial city, was completely undefended, with not even a city guard at the gate.

Vendors and pedestrians come and go freely and in an endless stream.

As soon as he entered the city gate, Han Yang saw seventeen or eight people wearing short black shirts, with shrewd faces, nodding and bowing to the passing merchants from time to time.

These people are all know-it-alls in the Black City, little bastards, and they know the business affairs of the Black City very well.

We gather here because we want to make a living by building bridges for businessmen.

If you are looking for information, these people are the most suitable.

Han Yang took out a gold coin and flicked it between his fingers.

Buzz!

The gold coins trembled and buzzed continuously.

Among the seventeen or eight young men in black shirts, one of them moved his ears and looked towards Han Yang.

First, he looked at Han Yang and Xiao Jiuer's clothes from head to toe.

After seeing the precious snow silk white clothes, his eyes immediately lit up.

"Oh, sir, are you new to the Black City? Little Fang An, please give me my regards..."

The young man quickly ran up to Han Yang and bowed, looking very humble.

Han Yang directly flicked the gold coin into the young man's hand, "Which intelligence organization has the most reliable news in the Black City?"

The young man took the gold coin and took a bite. After seeing the teeth marks on it, the smile on his face became more sincere.

"If you are asking this, you are looking for the right person. There is nothing in this black city that I, Fang An, don't know about... If the information is reliable, of course I have to wait for a few days to know..."

"Take me there."

Fang An was about to say a few words in vain, but was directly interrupted by Han Yang.

There are people like this in Los Angeles. If you let him talk, he can talk all day long.

"Okay, please come this way!"

There is nothing simple about being able to make a living as a streetwalker. Observing words and emotions is a basic ability.

Fang An realized that Han Yang didn't want to say more, so he immediately calmed down a lot and honestly led the way.

He was exactly half a step behind Han Yang and never walked in front of Han Yang.

Although he is leading the way, he fully respects Han Yang's status.

After half a stick of incense, Tianzhilou arrived.

Compared with the buildings in Luo City or even Taicheng, as a commercial city, the buildings in Black City are obviously much grander.

An intelligence organization, the pavilion is actually more magnificent than the city lord's palace in Luo City.

There is a smell of money everywhere.

The guards at the two entrances are actually at the fourth level of bone forging, which shows that the charm of money is really irresistible.

He was considered a strong figure in Luo City. In this commercial capital, he was actually willing to do such jobs as guarding and guarding the gate.

"Sir, this is Tianzhi Tower. If you don't have any orders, I will leave!"

Fang An looked at Han Yang with a smile, as if asking for reward money.

Han Yang paused as he walked towards Tianzhi Tower, "You want to leave now?"

Fang An's eyebrows bloomed, and he seemed to be smiling very happily, "Master, do you have any other instructions? Just tell me!"

Han Yang glanced at Fang An with a half-smile, "Nothing else! This is a reward for you!"

As he spoke, he threw out another gold coin.

Fang An took the gold coin and said with a smile, "Thank you, Master."

Han Yang nodded and led Xiao Jiuer into Tianzhi Tower.

Wait for Han Yang's back to disappear through the gate.

One of the guards said solemnly: "Fang An, if he enters my Tianzhi Building, he is a guest of my Tianzhi Building. If you dare to reach out randomly, be careful of your claws being chopped off."

Fang An smiled playfully, "Brother Zhang, look at what you said, I, Fang An, am such a short-sighted person... When he leaves Tianzhi Tower, won't he count as your guest..."

The clothes show wealth and nobility, and there is no mark of the martial arts sect on his body. How could he miss such a fat sheep.