Palace Lord, he just wants to be beautiful

After the man shouted, someone answered immediately: "Xiao Changhuan? That beauty is at the top of the list?"

"Yes, I saw with my own eyes the inn where Diancangshan stayed, and Xiao Changhuan is here!"

"What about people? Human monks like to hide most, and eight out of ten wear veiled hats."

"That's right, they scold us every day for not being able to see the light, and I don't know who can't see it."

"I heard that Xiao Changhuan is a female cultivator, tsk tsk tsk, there have been no female cultivators in the top ten years on the beauty list, and I have seen that Yan Fei back then, and his appearance... tsk tsk, even one from the fox clan can't compare, Xiao Changhuan is really comparable Pass that Yan Fei?"

"I've seen it too, and I don't believe it either."

The few people outside the door deliberately spread their voices throughout the inn, and it sounded like a group of demon cultivators who had come.

After listening to a few words, Yan Fei didn't pay much attention to these people: "Don't worry about it, the highest is the early stage of Jindan, and you are provoking the human race in your name."

"These are all righteous sects, how dare they be so arrogant?"

"So what about the righteous way? Regardless of righteousness or evil in Lingyun City, strength is the most important thing. At the rookie conference, the righteous way is also life and death."

Tang Huan listened at the door for a while, and no one from the orthodox sect showed up. Except for the demon cultivators who kept clamoring, the inn was incredibly quiet.

Yan Fei said: "Come here, restore the sea of ​​consciousness."

Tang Huan turned around and came back, touched his face and said, "Everyone is wearing veiled hats, maybe they won't see what I look like after the conference is over."

Yan Fei smiled, and for some reason did not answer his words.

There is a high probability that Immortal Feng Ling will stay nearby, just in case, the two set the location on the bed, and carefully lowered the curtain.

The two lay down side by side, Tang Huan pressed his forehead, and found the crack that was half repaired last time with ease.

The Sea of ​​Consciousness Wall has two floors. In addition to the exposed outer wall, there is another inner wall. According to the current progress, the outer wall should be repaired in two months.

Yan Fei's sea of ​​consciousness exploded from the inside, and the outer wall was so damaged, the inner wall was probably even more tragic, and it might take several times the time of the outer wall.

"Can it be repaired in two years?" Tang Huan asked.

Yan Fei closed her eyes and said, "It depends on whether the Palace Master wants to."

Tang Huan was choked up, didn't he just dawdled a few times, and he was acting weird again.

Spiritual consciousness poked twice on the crack in retaliation. Seeing Yan Fei's brow furrowed, Tang Huan smiled triumphantly and continued to repair it.If the outer wall is repaired earlier, he will be able to probe into Yan Fei's sea of ​​consciousness and see what this guy is usually thinking about.

On his first day in Lingyun City, Tang Huan spent his time restoring his sea of ​​consciousness.

Returning to the Three Realms again, it was still a big scene where various races gathered. His curiosity was aroused and he wanted to go outside to have a look, but Yan Fei disagreed. Tang Huan was forced to put on the airs of the palace master. I got my wish.

The two left the inn wearing veiled hats, wearing the uniform blue-patterned white robes of the disciples of Diancang Mountain. When several divine senses came to the lobby on the first floor, the two did not respond, as if they had just opened up the foundation of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The long street outside the inn was bustling with people, and they were all human races at a glance.

Monsters like to take human form outside, but most of them have some racial marks, such as ears, tails, horns and fangs, so it is easy to distinguish them.

Several people followed all the way, Tang Huan didn't care, and excitedly said: "The dim sum I bought in Daoshi City last time has been eaten up, I don't know if this city sells them, have you been here? "

Yan Fei didn't think of it at first, but Tang Huan was timid and curious, so he pulled someone along, his face turned blue, and he gave a cold "um".

Tang Huan said to himself: "There should be. Although monks can fast, they still have the desire to eat occasionally."

Yan Fei glanced at the shadowy demon cultivator behind him from the corner of his eye, and ignored him this time.

Tang Huan: "Hey, there is a sugar seller there!... Hey, why are you still moving?"

When passing by the stall, there was no need for Tang Huan to yell, Yan Fei directly threw a spirit stone over, picked off a rabbit-shaped candy figurine and handed it to him.

"The honey from Dancing Peak has a bit of aura."

Tang Huan let out an "oh", and quickly glanced at him, eating the sweet candy man, feeling indescribably happy.

Lingyun City is several times the size of Daoshi City, and it would take a long time to walk through the streets in the city. Tang Huan had to look at everything when he passed by. Once he showed the look he wanted, Yan Fei would throw the Lingshi away expressionlessly. To the booth, too lazy to waste more words.

Unknowingly, Tang Huan's Qiankun bag was filled with all kinds of strange and weird things, and all the demon cultivators who followed him were worn away.

When passing by a booth selling masks, Tang Huan's breath suddenly stopped, and he grabbed Yan Fei's clothes with his fingers. Yan Fei followed his gaze and saw a middle-aged man in his forties behind the booth. base.

"What?" Yan Fei asked.

Tang Huan looked apprehensively at the mark of flames between the man's eyebrows, "I've also seen this mark on Xie Xuan's forehead."

"That is the racial imprint of the Burning Demon Clan. Although Xie Xuan is a rebellious demon, his race cannot be changed. Naturally, he has this imprint."

Yan Fei paused for a moment, then added: "However, he has already reached the Nascent Soul Stage, so it is easy to cover up the imprint. Unless he loses control of his emotions, it will not be revealed by him. How did the Palace Master see it?"

Tang Huan said honestly: "Double cultivation time."

"Shuangxiu... then it's not surprising."

Yan Fei glanced at Tang Huan lightly, but did not pay this time.

Not only did he not pay, but Yan Fei didn't speak again all the way afterwards, and Tang Huan also sensed something was wrong, so he absent-mindedly licked the sugar man all the way.

On the way back, the two accidentally ran into a dispute between monks of human and devil races.

The reason is that both of them fell in love with Fengyu Jiansui at a stall at the same time, but there was only one sword spike, and the man and the devil refused to give in to each other, and finally turned into a big fight.

Two strong men at the Golden Core Realm were fighting in mid-air, while monks from various races around were happily watching the excitement. Tang Huan also stopped, looked at the unrelated humans and demons around him, and finally understood what Yan Fei said "Whether good or evil here, strength is respected."

However, in the city of the Three Realms, there was a rule that no private fighting was allowed, and the power of Lingyun City's rules increased greatly, instantly pinning the two of them to the ground and immobilizing them.

A moment later, the guards in the city arrived, and the long knives fell, cutting off the two's hands and feet in unison.

Click!Blood splattered everywhere.

Onlookers from all ethnic groups shouted excitedly, Tang Huan flinched, his face turned pale under the veil, Yan Fei was not surprised, and dragged Tang Huan into an auction house next to the street, "There are more than four hundred people this year. To participate, more than [-] people will be eliminated in the first round. Before the big meeting, you need to prepare some magic weapons, how many spirit stones does the palace master have?"

Tang Huan probed into the mustard space: "I don't know, there are almost as many as one mountain."

Yan Fei was silent, and took the person directly to the inner room, and asked the staff to call the cargo master from Baixiao Pavilion.

The magic weapon list in the Three Realms is arranged by Baixiao Pavilion, and the auction houses in all directions are also established by Baixiao Pavilion. Yan Fei didn't talk nonsense, and directly asked the shopkeeper to take out the best boots in his hand.

Yan Fei said: "The first competition is about luck. All the monks will be scattered and thrown into the Wandao Continent. Baixiao Pavilion has a hundred jade charms hidden in the mainland. Only those who get the jade charms after ten days can enter the top hundred." , In the first match of previous years, at least half of them will be killed or injured."

Tang Huan nodded. He had read the original book and vaguely remembered the rules of the Rookie Conference. He found it stimulating when he read it, but he was only terrified after experiencing it himself. But he opened his eyes and remembered the positions of several jade charms, so he didn't worry too much.

"When entering the arena, the teleportation circle will disrupt everyone. Apart from us, there must be strong people from other factions mixed in. With the current strength of the Palace Master, no matter what the opponent's cultivation level is, just run away."

"..."

So you came to buy him escape boots?

Tang Huan didn't know whether to say that he was considerate or scold him for looking down on others. He was a peak Yuanying, but when he met Zhu Jindan, he had no choice but to run away.

The shopkeeper was the first to take out a pair of high-grade black boots. Yan Fei took a look at them and said calmly, "The base price is [-] spirit stones, so why don't you just show me this?"

The cargo master's face changed, but he didn't expect the two Foundation Establishment humans to ask for a hundred thousand, so he quickly took the boots back with a smile on his face, and communicated with someone via sound transmission for a long time, and soon someone sent a pair of silver and gold boots.

"Daoist friends, please look, these are the wind riding boots that our Baixiao Pavilion just took out from the Langya Secret Realm. Yujian travels a hundred miles a night, and the light travels a night for a thousand miles. Wearing it to participate in the rookie conference, it is difficult for the golden core to touch you. ! There must be at least a few kilometers of chasing above the golden core."

The merchandiser boasted about the boots. Yan Fei opened the Fengyun Monthly Report and took a look. The boots were ranked in the [-]s on the magic weapon list. They were not bad. Tang Huan tried them out and finally bought them for [-] spirit stones. down.

Tang Huan asked, "What about you? Don't you want to buy it?"

After taking away the [-] spirit stones, his little Jinshan hasn't changed much, and it's nothing to buy another pair, it's considered as a reward for Yan Fei.

Unexpectedly, Yan Fei directly refused.

"I do not need."

"You're welcome! I have money." Tang Huan thought he was embarrassed.

Yan Fei glanced at him, and opened the magic weapon list.

[No.9: Flying Moon Boots (Changhuan Palace? Yan Fei)]

Tang Huan: "...pretend I didn't say anything."

sloppy.

The villain has been fleeing for his life since he was a child. In terms of running, who in the Three Realms can't compare with him in experience?

Just as the two paid their money and left, another group of human monks walked into the auction house.

The rookie conference started the next day. In today's Lingyun City, the auction house is the busiest place outside the inn.

That group of monks came from Luofeng Mountain. The Taoist clothes of Luofeng Mountain were orange-red like a phoenix in the setting sun. They were the most conspicuous among the several righteous ways. They were all wearing veiled hats like Dian Cangshan, so they couldn't see their faces clearly.

When the two of them passed by the door, Tang Huan was staring curiously at Yan Fei's boots. Just as his front foot stepped out of the threshold, someone grabbed his wrist tightly.

Looking back, it was the male cultivator headed by Luo Fengshan.

A voice sounded hesitantly, but the words he said were like thunder, causing Tang Huan to freeze on the spot.

"Palace Master...?"