The Monk

Chapter 130 Holy City

Zhang Ping asked him: "What's the matter, fellow Taoist?" "Look at what you said, I can't come see you if you have nothing to do?" Yong San was really enthusiastic. Zhang Aing said what he was thinking: "Is there always someone chasing you?" Yong San rarely spoke seriously: "There are not many people chasing you." Zhang Aing said his question again: "What about you? Is that right? You want to hunt me down too?" Yong San shook his head: "I'm here to see the fun."

"Is it fun to follow me?"

"There are a lot of them. Two top-level monks from each of the four major families outside the pass boarded this flying aircraft. Several nearby small sects also sent people to join in. In my estimation, after the Holy Capital and the Thirteen Sects got the news, , will immediately send people to wait for your arrival in the Holy City. I wonder if my fellow Taoist is smart or stupid in choosing to escape to the Holy City?"

"I know you will follow me, but I don't care; some say the most dangerous place is also the safest place."

Yong San was amused by him: "You are so blindly confident that you can be safe even if countless top-level masters are chasing you?"

Zhang Ai asked out of curiosity: "Why are the top masters chasing me?"

"We don't allow indiscriminate killing of civilians, but no one cares about killing monks. In addition, the benefits of killing monks are greater than those of killing ordinary people. As a result, it is unsafe for low-level monks to walk outside, and Yuanying monks cannot be dispatched at will. , so major sects send high-level and top-level pill-forming monks when they carry out dangerous missions, but don’t worry, there will definitely be many Nascent Soul masters who want to hunt you down this time.”

Zhang was afraid of secretly calling him bad luck, but said: "Then wouldn't I be honored?"

Yong San actually agreed: "I think so too, why not have a few drinks to celebrate?"

Song Yunying held Xiaozhu in her arms and listened to their conversation, wondering if she could escape this time.

Ten days passed in a blink of an eye, and Feiya arrived in the Holy Capital. Looking from afar, below is a huge endless green city. The outer walls of the city are tall green trees, the inner city is made of wooden houses, and only the roads are paved with stone slabs. The entire Holy City is green and full of vitality, with faint aura fluctuations.

The city is full of monks, so there is no vegetable market in the city. There are only a few furniture stores and cloth shops. The others are shops selling elixirs and spiritual weapons. Every big family sect will have one or several such shops in the city.

The flying eagle fell in the north of the city. Zhang Wen was surprised by the beauty of this city. It was a magic city! The most beautiful magical city in the world is as beautiful as a fairyland on earth! There is not a trace of evil spirit, no filth or filth to be seen, the whole city is clean, tidy and orderly. I have to admire the experts who manage the Holy City for making the Magic City as perfect as a fake.

Yong San walked by and whispered: "Beautiful, the first city of the Holy Gate was not built." "It was not built, could it be blown up?" Zhang was afraid of picking a bad word to anger him. Yong San didn't answer, but walked straight past him, as if he didn't know him.

Zhang was afraid that he felt strange, but then he was relieved. As soon as he appeared, dozens of people from the street outside looked at him, and there were also more than a dozen people who came down behind him. These people did not make any cover-ups and were not afraid of being discovered by him.

They were so arrogant that Zhang ignored them because no one in the Holy City dared to make a move.

He and Yunyi walked along the street and walked in when they encountered shops that interested them. This place is much bigger and better than Shanshentai. In comparison, Shanshentai is more like a self-organized market, while this is a regular business house.

I bought some magic jade slips and special medicinal materials, but didn't pay attention to other elixirs, spells, magic tools and the like. I walked all the way down, buying things while thinking about how to get rid of the flies following behind me.

Most of the flies were higher than me, so if I wanted to get rid of them, I had to spend money and act fast. That guy Yong San didn't know where he went. I originally planned to trick him.

Zhang Ai and Song Yunyi have become a sight that has not been seen in the Holy City for hundreds of years. They are shopping in front, followed by dozens of high-level and top-level monks in the alchemy stage. The monks who didn't know what was going on asked each other: "Who are these two people? Why are they so arrogant? He is the leader of all eight camps in the Holy City."

It was really tiring to go shopping with someone, and everything they bought was under surveillance. There happened to be a restaurant on the street, and the two of them went upstairs to rest. Zhang Ai was very upset that he was on the run again, and he was drinking while thinking about how to escape.

After thinking about it, he felt that it was a mistake to bring Song Yunyi to the Holy Land. He set up a soundproof barrier and discussed with her: "There will be an auction tomorrow. I plan to throw out a few thousand-year-old herbs to cause chaos, and then flee north of the city. You can fly back west. Song Guo, I will take Cheng Xi'er back to you after I lure them away." Song Yunyi stubbornly disagreed: "I won't leave you." Zhang You was a little moved, but also a little helpless.

Originally, he planned to escape to the ghost cave, introduce the flies into the ghost cave, and then use earth magic to escape. He dared to come to the Holy Capital with confidence and confidence, relying on his magic skills. It seems that the plan has changed.

The demon cultivator who was monitoring him was quite arrogant and looked down upon Zhang Awei from the bottom of his heart. Who was a Jie-breaking Dan cultivator? They are quite wary of each other. At this time, a young woman slowly walked up the stairs of the restaurant. She was very beautiful and graceful in a light green dress with a bun. She walked up to Zhang Wen, gave a slight blessing, and said: "Wei Cuihuan of the Holy Capital Yunying My son paid homage to the young master, and upon orders from his superiors, he sincerely invited him to join the Holy Capital."

Cui Huan'er's words did not set any boundaries, and the sound echoed through the entire restaurant like an oriole leaving the valley. The flies who were following and monitoring Zhang Ai changed their expressions when they heard the words. The Holy City Yunying Guards want someone? There are demon cultivators who are regretting it. Yes, if you want the strange fire, you don’t have to rob it. You can invite it to join the family.

Before Zhang Ping could answer, someone on the first floor snorted loudly: "Yunyingwei has such a great reputation, hum!" They were on the second floor, and the speaker was on the third floor. I didn't know who was speaking on the next floor. . Cui Huan'er's expression changed when she heard the man speak. She immediately stood up straight and said respectfully, "Cui Huan'er has met Deacon Gu."

Deacon Gu was very satisfied with Cui Huan'er's respect and said coldly: "The Eighth Battalion also wants to participate?" Cui Huan'er replied: "I don't know, but I am just following the order of Commander Xin to invite the young master to join the Yunying Guard."

"What a brilliant strategy. No matter whether the strange fire works or not, just rely on the name of the Holy City to capture people first. If the strange fire can refine hard iron, will Yunyingwei become the best battalion in the world? Even if it doesn't work, the high-level Dan-forming As a monk, you can become a formal camp guard with a little training, and you won't suffer any loss. Madam Xin is getting smarter and smarter."

Zhang Ai was shocked to hear that, only high-level monks who form pills can become camp guards? How powerful is this? In Tianlei Mountain, the head master's uncle is the high-level practitioner of pill formation. For a moment, I felt cold in my heart, doubting whether I could really escape.

Wind, cloud, thunder, lightning, fog, frost, snow and rain, the eight guards of the Holy City represent the supreme power of the Holy City and supervise the entire Holy Kingdom. Yun Yingwei wanted to be afraid, but the flies had different expressions. Many people quietly retreated and went back to the family liaison office to report the situation. The idea was to let the officials get it.