It's him?

After seeing that it was this monk, Qin Lang's brows furrowed again.

How did this monk end up here?

What does it have to do with the so-called "prefect" convoy in front of you?

Or is it related in itself?

The more he thought about it, the more doubts Qin Lang had in his heart, but as the distance between the monk and Qin Lang got closer and closer, Qin Lang's figure was also trying his best to cover it up.

Like this monk and the prefect's convoy in front, Qin Lang was completely confident that he would kill them all within three breaths.

Of course, this premise is that there is no distraction Venerable here, otherwise in this kind of unfamiliar place, Qin Lang has only one way to escape.

The old monk walked over from less than ten meters beside Qin Lang, and when he passed by, the old monk also glanced at Qin Lang.

However, it should be because of his old dizziness, he didn't find Qin Lang hiding here.

When the distance between the two engines was 100 meters, Qin Lang followed silently.

Stopped not far from the convoy.

This position can not only suddenly burst out to attack and kill them, but also can instantly stay away when you notice something wrong.

Sure enough, after the personnel of the prefect's convoy saw the old monk, they didn't have any reaction, as if they were used to it.

And after the "prefect" saw the old monk, she stood up and slowly helped the old monk to sit on a stone.

The two of them didn't speak the whole time, not even the slightest sound, and their way of communicating was very strange, drawing patterns on the ground with the wooden sticks they picked up.

The pattern is obscure, of course, it just depends on Qin Lang.

Constantly painting, constantly wiping, their communication turned out to be like this, from the eyes, the change of expression can be seen.

About an hour later, the two of them ended their exchange, and then the old monk walked towards the carriage with the beautiful "prefect" in his arms.

There was no word all night, and the people in the carriage came and went, no wonder there was no half respectful, awe-inspiring look, and if there was, it would be a strange thing.

In the early morning of the next day, the old monk came out of the carriage with a peaceful and solemn expression, as if yesterday's events had nothing to do with him.

After a short time, the prefect's convoy set off, that is, it headed for the front form, and the old monk stood in place and watched the carriage disappear at the end, and then staggered in another direction, but not in the direction of returning to the city.

In this process, Qin Lang discovered one thing, that is, these people did not eat, the "rice" they ate was an elixir, Bigu Dan!

Sure enough, where is this mortal world, but it is a strange world everywhere, as if it is a game?

Although the direction of the old monk and the carriage procession was not opposite, it was also an east and a south direction.

Looking at these two directions, Qin Lang thought for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he decided to follow the old monk.

is still the same sentence, carrying chess that only appears in China on the earth, and the profession is also a profession that only appears on the earth, so in terms of mystery, this old monk wins the former I don't know how much!

The old monk was moving very slowly, and he spent five whole days in a hurry.

When you are hungry, you eat Bigu Dan, when you are thirsty, you drink mountain spring water, and when you are tired, you sleep with your clothes, which is completely the style of an ascetic in clothes.

Provided, of course, that I don't know what happened before.

After waiting for six days, a city appeared in the place where Qin Lang's eyes could see, a city that was not very large, but at least it could accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.

Qin Lang didn't expect that there were other cities in this world, and he originally thought that there would be only one from beginning to end.

The old monk did not enter the city, but waited outside for about half an hour.

A few people came out of this city, a few people who were as beautiful as flowers, but who did not have any cultivation.

Emptiness has its appearance, and after a hundred years, it is a cup of loess.

After the old monk had stayed outside the city for a day, he was on his way and continued his journey into the distance.

However, before continuing to track, Qin Lang paid attention to these women and found that there was no look in their pupils, just like the walking dead.

Of course, this does not rule out the possibility of being controlled, but who would be bored enough to control ordinary people to do such a thing?

Continued to track, time passed quickly, and about a month later, the old monk Qin Lang was following finally did something different from usual, or finally came into contact with a man.

The other party is also a monk, and he is much younger than the former, but his status does not seem to be as high as that of the old monk.

They didn't know what they had said, and the old monk walked towards the city not far ahead.

And this young monk seems to have inherited the will of the former, and continues to move forward, browsing the great rivers and mountains of the world.

Seeing another "parting of ways", Qin Lang decided to continue following the old monk after thinking for a while.

The old monk entered the city in a bright and bright way, but Qin Lang couldn't, God knows, if there would be any accidents.

So when the sky was getting dark, a black shadow on the city wall flashed away.

However, the moment he entered the city, Qin Lang was stunned, even ignoring the danger he was exposed.

Within the scope of spiritual power, whether it is a man or a woman, young or old, or something else,

As long as they are human beings, they are all doing one thing now, the most primitive desire of human beings.

Everyone is like this, the whole city is like this, and people who don't know think that they have entered a whole new world.

This kind of thing goes on until the next morning.

After they eat their food, they start their busy day. After struggling all night, not only were they not tired, but on the contrary, they were full of energy.

It's really a very strange thing,

Day and night are like two completely different worlds, they are like arranged chess pieces, sitting the same thing all day long.

This guess was confirmed after Qin Lang found the old monk. It's really a piece of cake to be disrespectful to the old or something.

This old guy, at Qin Lang's insistence, has been fighting without eating or drinking for three days.

Seeing this, Qin Langli thought of a sentence: "Don't eat or drink, fight until dawn!"

The night came again, and Qin Lang, who had known the situation in this city for several days, planned to put away his spiritual power.

After all, he is not a person with special hobbies, but in the last moment, he seems to see a struggle in a person.

That's right, it's a struggle, but behind the struggle, there is a happy look on the face.

"Two hundred meters ahead!"

After confirming the location, Qin Lang's figure slowly disappeared into the uninhabited room.

This is also a person who is doing the most primitive movements, and his age should be around forty years old, of course, this is not something that Qin Lang should pay attention to.

This guy turned out to be a monk, if it wasn't for the fluctuation of his spiritual power just now, Qin Lang really wouldn't have found out.

You must know that Qin Lang's spiritual power is comparable to that of Immortal Venerable, which is really terrifying.

This is the first monk Qin Lang found when he came to this world, and in Qin Lang's impression, this guy should have been sent over with him.

It's just that Qin Lang didn't pay too much attention to these at that time, so this was just speculation.

It should be a monk who cultivated in the Jindan period, and even Qin Lang is not sure in the accurate point.

The world is full of rejection of everything about the monks, so it is not clear what is not known.

And when I came in again, the sign that was handed out was also like this, and it seemed to be in harmony with this heaven and earth.

Qin Lang's arrival made the struggle in the pupils of this Jindan monk even more obvious, although the cultivator didn't care about the eyes of ordinary people, but in such a situation, no one would be able to keep his face unchanged.

Monk Jin Dan winked at Qin Lang, not knowing what message he was transmitting. But that's the only thing he can do.

Holding his breath, Qin Lang looked at Monk Jindan intently, wanting to see what it was that made Monk Jindan unable to move freely.