Qi Shi's eyes widened, what was the situation?

Qi Shi pursed his lips, but did not continue to speak, it seemed that he was stunned.

Facing a group of people's questions, Qingying felt that she was fluent in answers, as if she was born with this kind of talent for maneuvering.

He didn't like it himself, so his smile occasionally stiffened.

The alchemists just looked at this young seventh-rank refiner, and then became familiar with each other, and they would see each other in the future.

It seems that this master of chaos is not bad, at least he doesn't have a nose that reaches the sky.

In the end, everyone was happy, the alchemists got to know a seventh-rank refiner, and the refiners had an additional seventh-rank refiner, and there was not much difference.

When everyone dispersed, returned to the City Lord's Mansion, and turned his back to everyone, Qingying's expression suddenly calmed, as if it wasn't him before.

Walking rhythmically, Qingying walked to the door of the study, paused when he raised his hand, pushed the door and walked in.

Xingchatian leaned against the bookshelf, and the poison sickle leaned against the wall opposite him, and the two seemed to have a good conversation.

Seeing Qingying coming in, the two paused.

The Poison Scythe smiled and waved at Qingying, turning to leave.

Xingchatian pressed the books in his hand into the bookshelf, and leisurely pulled Qingying out.

Li Yanhan was still at the door, so they didn't meet anyone else all the way.

The City Lord's Mansion has lived for a long time, and now there are only Brake Poison Sickle and Li Yanhan.

The other guards who patrolled had their own places to live, and with their distance, Li Yanhan could call in manpower just by relying on his own cultivation, and there was no problem that the guards did not arrive in time.

If something really happened to the City Lord's Mansion, the guards would be useless at all.

What can these guards do if they can't fight against the poisonous sickle.

As he walked to the main hall, Xingchatian suddenly raised Qingying's hand and stuffed the Chaos Void Ding into his hand in his stunned gaze.

"This ......"

Xingchatian blinked, and said with a smile: "How about I lend it to you?" The sixth-grade refining weapon is much easier to use than the seventh-rank refining weapon. You don't think that you can defeat the Qiuping Gang with just a seventh-grade refining weapon, right?"

Qingying pulled out an ugly smile and wordlessly put the Chaokong Ding into the plain bracelet.

Walking out of the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, Li Yanhan bowed slightly.

The bow of the ninth-layer elemental master of the Wuyuan Realm could not be afforded by ordinary people, and the two of them felt at ease.

Qingying wanted to return the gift, but was dragged by Xingchatian without leaving a trace.

It wasn't until the two of them walked away that Li Yanhan slowly got up.

After going back and forth, he also got to know some about this young man from the city lord. The city lord was just optimistic about this young man at first, but later, I don't know why, he actually said to him that Qingying was his brother?

He's just a guard, at most he plays the role of a personal bachelor, and there are some things that can't be asked.

Since he is a friend of the city lord, or a brother, he should not be wrong with the specifications and etiquette of facing the powerhouse of the Infiltration Yuan Realm.

Turning the corner, Qingying wondered, "Why don't you let me return the gift?"

He felt that Li Yanhan was not bad, and he should not be able to afford this kind of courtesy.

Xingchatian's pace quickened a little: "Do you think that your identity will always be just an ordinary person? Are you willing to keep your status forever? As long as you still have a trace of ambition, your status will continue to change, and it will only be a matter of time before you are in a high position."

You have to adapt to this environment in advance, and when you infiltrate the Yuan Realm, you still need to give a return gift to an elemental master of the Yuan Realm? ”

Qingying was speechless, bowed his head and caught up with Xingchatian, silently thinking about the intention of Xingchatian's words.

At this time, Xingchatian suddenly turned around.

"Ahh

"Painful ......"

Qingying covered his forehead and looked at Xingchatian speechlessly.

Xingchatian rubbed his forehead and said, "Ahem, accident...... Let's go make two clothes, and we can't always wear the Demon Hunter's uniform......"

Looking down at herself, Qingying thought for a while and said, "Yes, you pay." ”

“......”

Xingshatian stared at Qingying for a while, and when Qingying hesitated to give up, Xingshatian turned around and waved his hand: "Let's go, I will pay, I will pay." ”

The two continued to walk around for a while, and there were quite a few tailor shops.

At this time, it was dark for some reason, and there were many fewer pedestrians.

The hectic day makes ordinary people just want to go home for a hot dinner, have a long talk with their family, and then sleep soundly.

The tailor shop is not closed yet, and their main business hours are in the evening, and some even spend the whole night cutting clothes, as if their time has been turned upside down.

The bright moon is half hanging, and the starry night is dotted.

Every night is a unique sight.

After turning around for a while, Qingying couldn't help but say, "Why haven't you found it yet?" ”

Xingchatian shook his head, "Do you want your clothes to be destroyed during the battle? ”

Qingying shut up, and he learned another common sense.

Finally, they wandered to the north gate of the Demon Hunting City, which was directly opposite the northern part of the Black Fire Forest.

If you go deep into the northern forest, you will see the Tianlong Cliff......

Xingchatian dragged Qingying to a tailor's shop that looked extremely quaint.

At a glance, there are only dozens of squares in this shop, and there are only three words on the door plaque, "Crane Pavilion".

The three rugged big characters, revealing a long history, may dissuade a large number of young people, and it looks dusty inside, as if it hasn't been cleaned for decades.

If it weren't for the clothes hanging on the walls inside, I'm afraid no one would have seen that this is a store that cuts clothes.

Xingchatian had already walked in, and Qingying had no choice but to follow.

As soon as I landed, it was a smell of dust, which went straight to people's hearts.

Qingying's eyes moved, and the wind element faintly covered his face, filtering out the choking smell.

Xingchatian didn't care, but walked faster.

What is surprising is that from the outside, it seems that this Heju Pavilion is at most four or five zhang to the end, and now after walking nearly a hundred zhang, there is still no other scene.

No matter how sluggish Qingying was, he knew that he might have fallen into an illusion.

At this time, Xingchatian raised his hand horizontally, and a dangerous light condensed in his hand.

The next moment, the discomfort around disappeared in an instant, and what came again was a refreshing fragrance.

In front of the two of them was a middle-aged man in brown clothes with cold sweat on his forehead, and the man had a lens hanging on one eye, and he didn't know what it was for.

Sweep around.,At this time, the surroundings are clean and bright.,The space is still only so big.,But everything is different.。。

There were only a dozen or so pieces of clothing hanging on the walls on either side, but each one had a shiny flow on it, and it was obviously not ordinary clothes.

Xingchatian looked at the middle-aged man with a smile and said softly: "Boss, but it's hidden ......."