Nangong Yi looked through the "Ten Thousand Miles Yuan Yang Map" and said to everyone: "Yes." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info this place is only fifty miles away from the coast of Wuhuan City. ”

Mu Zhanye nodded and said: "At the moment, we don't have a mount, but don't worry, until dawn, the magic mirror will not be extinguished, and the siege of the Biyu Empire will not find out." Let's walk, and we will definitely be able to reach it at dawn. ”

Now the crowd is hurrying eastward. Nangong Yi didn't know the art of lifting the longitudinal technique at first, and didn't know how to jump lightly, and several of the heroes who were good at light skills and flying skills taught each other, and after a while, Nangong Yi was able to lift his qi and walk quickly. After running for an hour, he has used it freely, and can even jump long distances through the clouds, and the joy in his heart is indescribable.

At dawn, we finally reached the coast. The sea is covered with clouds, the morning stars are falling, the milky white morning mist fills the beach, and the sea breeze is cold to the bone.

The heroes were about to look around for the ship, when they heard a howl from the sea, and suddenly dozens of boats faintly appeared in the white mist, and they flew like arrows. The "whoosh" arrow is like a flying locust, shooting through the air. The group didn't know whether the comer was friend or foe, and hurriedly pulled out the weapon file.

Mu Zhanye said in a long voice: "Canglang Island Mu Zhanye, pay homage to the city lord of Wuhuan City!"

The chaos stopped, and someone said loudly: "If it is a herd hero, please take a look at it by the Xuantian wave blade." ”

Mu Zhanye waved the Xuantian waves and slashed towards the sea, with a loud bang, and the waves were more than ten zhang high, sprinkled all over the sky.

The sea where the dozens of boats were located was only rippling in the microwave. The man on the sea applauded: "Sure enough, it's a herd hero! The villain Wuhuan City is Mo Wanliang, and he has offended many talents." ”

Mu Zhanye said: "The two armies are fighting, and caution is the best. I wonder if the Qu City Lord has recovered?"

During the greeting conversation, the warships and battleships of Wuhuan City had sailed to the beach like electricity, and everyone stepped forward to hug each other and report to the court. Na Mo Wanliang was a tall and thin man, with bright eyes, and he looked very shrewd and capable.

He was talking with Mu Zhanye, and when he heard Nangong Yi report his name, he was moved, stepped forward and knelt down and said, "The whole city of Wuhuan City is grateful to Meng Shaoxia for risking his life to come to the rescue. How can you repay the gods!"

Nangong Yi was taken aback and hurriedly helped him up. After talking, I realized that the madman Tu Honghai couldn't wait for him that day, and he searched for the general all the way back, and after reporting the matter to Wuhuan City, he took thousands of elite soldiers out of the city to look for it.

Nangong Yi smiled and said: "I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, that **** was captured by Aunt Mei of Loulan Country, so Brother Tu can't find me." Is Brother Tu's injuries all healed?"

Mo Wanliang said: "Tuo Shaoxia Hongfu, he has recovered." Otherwise, how could he be so vigorous looking for the young man. The crowd laughed.

So everyone boarded the dragon boat one after another and rowed towards Wuhuan City.

About half an hour later, the fog dissipated, and the clouds opened, and a red sun jumped out of the sea. Thousands of miles of green sea, sparkling gold, everyone bathed in the sunshine, talking and laughing.

Suddenly, Xin'er was extremely excited, tugging at Nangong Yi's clothes, pointing in front of her and shouting, "Brother Nangong Yi, look what it is!" In the blue sea in the southeast, an island towers, and a majestic and magnificent city stands proudly on the island.

The city seems to be made of white jade, crystal, and coral, and it is built by taking advantage of the situation, and it is more than ten zhang high. Flying eaves flow tiles, intrigue. Under the rising sun, the luster changes, clear and exquisite, like a dream.

Mo Wanliang smiled: "This is Wuhuan City." Although it is not as interesting as Canglang Island, it is also fun and tight. ”

The crowd cheered. Nangong Yi was excited in his heart, and after a lot of hardships, he finally came to this Yuanyang Peach Blossom Source City.

The sun is shining, and the sea is golden. The salty and wet sea breeze blew slowly, sweeping away the fatigue of days of trekking. The speedboat flew like a speed, speeding towards Wuhuan City.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Taoyuan Wuhuan

This day was the busiest day in Wuhuan City in several years. There were already scouts with warships and warships, rushing back to Wuhuan City to spread the news of the arrival of the descendants of the gods throughout the city.

More than 100,000 city residents and thousands of empty alleys flocked to the city gate and port to see the demeanor of the descendants of the gods and the Xuantian waves and blades. As soon as the heroes landed from the port, they heard the roar of the salutes, and the black crowd stood on the island and the city walls and let out a deafening cheer.

The heroes were excited, raising their arms and shouting. Nangong Yi's heart was even more surging like a sea tide, his blood was boiling, and he forgot all the hardships and hardships of the past few days.

In addition to the city lord Qu Fu who was seriously injured and could not go out, all the other generals rushed to the port to greet him, and the sixteen generals in a group were all tall and burly men, majestic and heroic, sprinkled with boldness, and all the heroes couldn't help but be heartbroken.

The generals of Wuhuan City listened to Mo Wanliang's introduction to Nangong Yi, and immediately bowed down one after another. Although Nangong Yi knew that they were grateful for the grace of God because of their status as the heirs of the gods, they were grateful for the grace of the gods, but they inevitably wondered in their hearts, and they were quite embarrassed, so they hurriedly helped them up one by one.

Everyone reported their names, and when the heroes of Wuhuan City heard the name of Mu Zhanye, they were all moved, overjoyed, and saluted respectfully. Some of the two parties are old people who have known each other for many years, and this reunion is even more joyful.

The head is sensational, the names are complicated, and Nangong Yi can't remember many names for a while, but he is a red-bearded man with a strange appearance and an interesting name, called Yan Xiao, and he remembered it at once.

Nangong Yi smiled: "This name is really interesting. Rock. If you fight with someone, you don't need to use your hands, you just need to smash your head upside down, and you can smash the opponent into a daze. ”

Everyone laughed and thought to themselves, "This young envoy is really as amiable as Brother Tu said. "I feel a little closer to him in my heart.

Yan Xiao laughed, he stuttered a little when he spoke, opened his mouth wide, couldn't make a sound, blinked his eyes for a long time before squeezing out a sentence: "Knock him down, he's, he still has to beat me and beat the money!" Everyone laughed again.

At that moment, the Wuhuan City group hugged Nangong Yi, Mu Zhanye and others and walked towards the city, and the crowd retreated, and the cheers were thunderous.

Nangong Yi kept hearing someone talking in his ears: "Is this the heir of the gods? "Tsk, at such an age, he looks so handsome, it's really ......" He is already a legendary hero of Wuhuan City.

Nangong Yi smiled at everyone, his spirit was flying, his charm increased, and there was another commotion in the crowd. Looking around, many young and beautiful girls were crowded in the crowd, and Qiu Bo looked at him frequently, Nangong Yi couldn't help but pound his heartbeat.

Suddenly, a soft and slippery little hand grabbed his palm, and when he looked down, it was Xin'er. She pursed her lips and said, "Look at you, you can't even remember what it's called." When you see a beautiful girl, do you forget your Aunt and Sister Ganlu?"

Nangong Yi Yileng, this little girl has sharp teeth and sharp mouth, she often can't argue with her, but this time she choked again, so she had to pretend not to hear. Her hand was so tight that she couldn't pull it out, so she had to let her walk in by herself.

Although Nangong Yi was only fifteen or sixteen years old, he had been wandering since he was a child, and he matured quite early, and he mistakenly took forty-eight pills of Wuyang Shen Pill, and his skeletal muscles were swollen and changed, like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. He walked with Xin'er, a pair of jade, straight as brother and sister, I don't know how many Wuhuan City parents he killed.

Wuhuan City is built on the island, and it is a ghostly workmanship. The city wall is majestic, looking up, the sky is half a day, the tower is magnificent, the glare is blurred, and everyone is dizzying.

Nangong Yi is even more fresh. Along the way, Mo Wanliang pointed out the building, explained to Nangong Yi and other tour guides, many story allusions, and great insight.

This Wuhuan City was originally built more than 400 years ago, the Xuanfeng Empire's Xuanfeng Tianzun picked Qionghai Yinshan Reef, the Sea God Temple crystal and the Shenzang Mountain Thunder Stone, and was originally the Xuanfeng Empire's sacred place to worship the sky. Later, due to the southward migration of the Xuanfeng Empire, this Wuhuan City gradually became the fortress of the Xuanfeng Empire on the Qionghai Sea.

The city wall fortress was designed by the first craftsman Gong Yi Pan three hundred years ago, which is strong and majestic, and has the reputation of the first city in Qionghai. At the same time, it is extremely elegant and magnificent, and every brick and tile is a finely carved work of art.

The city is extremely clean and elegant, the streets are all paved with a foot of green square rock and beach Yuxing sand, and the coral trees of Qionghai and the exotic flowers and plants from all over the Yuanyang are planted on both sides.

The dwellings in the city are scattered, all of them are built of Fangling stone and storm wood and marine sandstone, inlaid with crystal windows, but the style is varied, or it is a dance pavilion and a song platform, or a ring corridor imperial garden, although there is a big difference, but it is quite harmonious.

It turns out that for more than 30 years, many heroes have gathered in Wuhuan City, among which there are quite a lot of skilled craftsmen, it is surprising to renovate the style of buildings, and it has always been tolerant and free, the sea is inclusive, the buildings in the city are more diverse in style, and the seaside city within a radius of ten miles is actually the miniature and gathering place of all the buildings in Yuanyang. Along the way, it has been an eye-opener for the heroes.

Blue sky and white buildings, green sea and mangroves. The crystal windows shimmer in the sunlight with a dazzling beauty.

The people of the city walked behind them in a mighty way, and the people of the city welcomed them, and they were dressed in a variety of costumes, each with their own colorful styles, and they were not restricted by the laws of the empire at that time, and their faces were full of joy.

After walking for a long time, I came to the Juying Hall in the east of the city, which is the place where Wuhuan City receives VIPs, and it is also the royal palace of the Biyu Empire and the Xuanfeng Tianzun when they were aware of the situation.

Juyingtang is located on the huge rock in the east of the city, the boulder hangs in the air, and protrudes dozens of zhang towards the Qionghai Sea. The buildings in the garden are all made of crystal and agarwood, like transparent square boxes, exquisitely clear, and fragrant.

After Mo Wanliang and the others settled down the heroes, they retired. The group of heroes ran around for days, and finally arrived safely in Wuhuan City, and as soon as their body and mind relaxed a little, the sense of sleepiness immediately poked their heads out like spring grass. At that moment, they went back to their rooms, ate some delicious fruits, and went back to their rooms to rest after bathing.

Nangong Yi's room happened to face the sea to the south, and when the crystal window was opened, there was a bright red coral forest below, burning like flames to the sea. The golden sand beach is surrounded by beautiful waves.

The sun is slightly drunk and the sea breeze is refreshing. Nangong Yi looked out of the window for a while before going to rest. I was excited, tossing and turning, my mind was full of the strange things that had happened in the past few days, and I looked at the heart-shaped blood crystal beads and the purple jade of the girl in white for a long time, and then I fell asleep unconsciously.

When I woke up, it was already evening, and Mo Wanliang and the others were already waiting in Juying Hall, and asked Nangong Yi and Mu Zhanye to meet Qu Fu in Bimu Tower. The two followed Mo Wanliang towards the city.

Along the way, many people recognized the descendants of the gods and the Xuantian waves, and saluted one after another. Nangong Yi learned from Mu Zhanye and walked away while bowing his hand. After a while, everyone arrived in front of a quaint white silk wood building, thinking that it was the mansion of the lord of Qucheng. But it looks quite ordinary, and even far less opulent than some private houses.

Seeing that it was Mo Wanliang, the two guards at the gate hurriedly opened the door and entered the house to report. A moment later, a young man of about thirteen years old strode out, bowed down and said, "My father is injured and has difficulty moving. The song is raised on behalf of his father, and he welcomes the heirs of the gods. ”

Nangong Yilian said that he didn't dare and helped him up. The young man looked up at Nangong Yi and let out a soft "huh", as if he was quite surprised that he was so young. The two are of the same age, although the height is half a head taller than Nangong Yi, but there is not much difference.

Qu Feng has bronzed skin, strong muscles, and a proud face with straight eyebrows, looking far older than his age. Nangong Yi smiled: "I'm about the same age as you, you call me Nangong Yi." ”

Qu Feng said: "Don't dare." ”

He saw Mu Zhanye's white hair fluttering, Qingyi encouragement, and said respectfully: "I think this is Uncle Xuantian Langtao Blade Mu?" The little nephew has been admiring it for a long time, and he has to meet him today, and he is fortunate to have three lives." ”

He spoke respectfully and politely, which was even more in line with his age. Mu Zhanye said: "Sure enough, the tiger father has no dogs. The virtuous nephew is young, and he has the demeanor of everyone, which is rare. ”

The crowd talked and walked in. The courtyard is more simple, the four courtyards are encircled, a few sycamore trees are planted in the courtyard, and the sound of cicadas is intensive. Everyone lifted the curtain with the music and entered the main room.

The room was quite spacious, the sunlight shone in through the crystal window, and a middle-aged man was reclining on the bed, described as haggard, but a pair of tiger eyes were still shining.

He smiled and said: "The heirs of the gods and the shepherd brothers are here, and I can't welcome them from afar, I'm really sorry." ”

Mu Zhanye said: "The city lord of Qu is alone fighting the blue-eyed golden-eyed beast to eliminate harm for the people, and this is the only way to get hurt. Qu Fu laughed.

Nangong Yi saw that he was so seriously injured and that the strong enemy soldiers were approaching the city, so he was so optimistic that he was greatly heartbroken.

Qu Fu looked at him with blazing eyes, and sighed: "Since ancient times, heroes have been young people, and they have broken horses and spears to fight. The praise of the madman is not false at all. ”

Nangong Yi smiled and said, "Brother Tu is very loving." In fact, the real heroes are the heroes who come from all directions. Knowing that the future is dangerous, he still moves forward. That's the real rarity. ”

Qu Fu nodded and smiled, and said, "I don't know if the old man's house is okay?"

Nangong Yi was surprised in his heart, wondering if Brother Tu hadn't told him about this? Suddenly he understood that the madman Tu Honghai must be worried that this news would affect the morale of the city, and the blood silk and the Yang Shentian were still on him, and his whereabouts were unknown, so it was not the right time to announce this matter. I didn't expect him to look rude, but he was also quite careful. But now that he has come to Wuhuan City, there is no need to hide this matter.

At the moment, he said solemnly: "It's not a secret, eight days ago, the god of Yang had been materialized on the Forgotten Immortal Mountain. ”

Everyone was shocked and exclaimed in unison. Even Mu Zhanye was taken aback.

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