The sun is shining, the sun is just right, looking down from the sky, the entire western square market of the city of innocence is divided very neatly, as if there is an extra box of hollow words, one box after another. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

According to the division of the city of innocence, these three boxes are from the inside to the outside, from small to large, which are the one-yuan area, the two-yuan area, and the three-yuan area.

Among them, the area of Yiyuan District is the smallest, and the area of Sanyuan District is the largest.

Not only is the aura the strongest there, but it is also concentrated in the west, 90 percent of the big people.

At this moment, in a quiet manor in the Yiyuan District, a young monk was saying something to a middle-aged monk.

Looking closely, this young monk is the son surnamed Feng that Wang Yi had seen at the secret auction.

However, at this moment, the originally well-mannered Feng Gongzi was extremely deferential and polite.

I saw him bow to the middle-aged man and said:

"Grandpa, my grandson has something to report. ”

The words are clear and the tone is humble.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he didn't look back, continued to grasp the fishing rod in his hand, stared at the lake, and sat firmly on the fishing platform.

I only heard him say lightly:

"Oh, there's something worth telling me. ”

The words were casual and casual, with a hint of surprise in the tone.

Hearing such words, the attitude of the prince surnamed Feng became more and more humble, he did not dare to have the slightest hesitation, and hurriedly told the matter.

After listening to the explanation of the prince surnamed Feng, the middle-aged monk fell into a short silence, and the fingers of his right hand began to hit the fishing rod rhythmically.

Slightly surprising was that the middle-aged monk's right hand had six fingers.

In fact, when he saw this scene, as long as it was a monk who knew a little about the city of innocence, then he would be able to guess the identity of the middle-aged monk.

The six-fingered real person is unscrupulous, although he is only a Jindan real person, he can be the most perverse, and he does not say the slightest reason, and the most important thing is that he is very powerful in his magical powers, and few people of the same level can deal with it, which makes him very famous in the city of innocence, and he is chasing those Zifu real people.

Looking at the middle-aged monk who was trapped, the prince surnamed Feng stood aside respectfully and did not dare to disturb in the slightest.

Although the son surnamed Feng is the grandson of this six-fingered real person, when facing this perverse and moody grandfather, the son surnamed Feng still does not dare to be the slightest presumptuous.

The sound of tapping on the fishing rod stopped abruptly, and the six-fingered real man spoke:

"I know something about what you're talking about. ”

When he said this, the six-fingered real person's words paused, and he saw that he raised his head slightly and looked into the distance, and that direction happened to be the direction where Wang Yi was.

"That person should be a monk who has just broken through the real human realm, and he can't fully control his own power, don't provoke him, if you really have the heart, go and prepare a gift, and send it over when that person comes out, after all, it's always good for you to make one more real monk." ”

After saying this, the six-fingered real person no longer paid attention to Feng Gongzi and continued to immerse himself in the fun of fishing.

Seeing such a situation, the son surnamed Feng was also a clever person, bowed down and replied to follow his grandfather's teachings and quietly retreated.

After leaving the garden, Feng Gongzi quietly breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat that did not exist on his forehead.

In fact, the reason why he went to find the six-fingered real person, that is, his grandfather, was mainly to test the opinions of the real monks in Xifang City on this matter, after all, Wang Yi had his property within the scope of his divine sense, and Wang Yi's behavior seriously damaged his interests.

Whew, calmed down his mood, Feng Gongzi thought about it and was ready to follow the guidance of the six-fingered real person, after all, it is always no harm for him to meet a real person, not to seek to win over, but to leave a good fate.

Of course, what Feng Gongzi didn't know was that at this time, the six-fingered real person was also muttering in his heart, well, after all, Wang Yi, a pseudo-real person, came out too abruptly, and there was no trace at all before.

The city of scattered cultivation is said to be big and small, and it is said to be big because the population of the city of scattered cultivation is very mobile, and there are many monks at the bottom, and it is said to be small because it can touch the realm of real people, and there are only a handful of monks who are only one step away from condensing the golden pill.

For this small group of monks, the six-fingered real person does not say that he understands it thoroughly, but at least he has the most basic impression, but the aura revealed by Wang Yi is completely inconsistent with the aura of these people.

Of course, the six-fingered real person couldn't have imagined that Wang Yi was just a scattered monk.

In fact, this can't be blamed on the six-fingered real person, because there is no record in the history of the Kyushu world that the divine consciousness of the Sanren monk can be compared with that of the real monk.

Of course, it has not been recorded, it does not mean that it has not existed, in the past long years, there have always been some anti-heaven existences, for various reasons to do the same thing as Wang Yi today, but all this is little known.

Just when the outside world was in chaos and there were many discussions, Wang Yi's consciousness was still sinking, and he couldn't imagine what kind of sensation his unconscious action caused in the outside world.

Time passed, and three days passed in the blink of an eye. In the past three days, the 100 miles around Wang Yi have become a forbidden area for life. Not to mention people, even if it is a bug, there is not a single rat.

When the sun stood in the sky again on the third day, Wang Yi's terrifying divine sense, which covered a radius of hundreds of miles, seemed to have reached a limit, and suddenly retreated like a tide.

And this phenomenon immediately aroused the attention of many people, but this is also normal, after all, in the past three days, many people have been suffering, of course, many of them are holding the same purpose as the son surnamed Feng to approach Wang Yi, hoping to take advantage of this to catch up with a real monk, but unfortunately their behavior is destined to be a bamboo basket for nothing.

In the secret room, Wang Yi woke up leisurely.

When he opened his eyes, Wang Yi's eyes were very hollow and full of confusion, and he obviously hadn't come back to his senses yet.

After three breaths, a trace of brilliance appeared in Wang Yi's dark eyes.

After coming back to his senses, his eyes scanned the surrounding environment, and Wang Yi's pale face showed a hint of contemplation.

Suddenly, Wang Yi didn't know what he thought, and raised his right hand tremblingly.

Looking at the hand in front of him, Wang Yi's face was full of disbelief, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't fake it, he really couldn't believe that this was his hand.

I saw that it was skinny and had no vitality, only skin and bones remained. Such a right hand, which should have grown on the body of a person who had been buried in the soil for half of his body, now appeared on Wang Yi's body, which was really a bit incredible.

You must know that Wang Yi is not only young, but also has a successful cultivation, and his physical body already has some of the characteristics of golden muscles and jade bones.

Looking at such a right hand, Wang Yi's heart was difficult to calm down for a while.