One night, Zhao Lingzhu meditated all night, waved his hand to disperse the smoke that swirled in the quiet room, and secretly remembered the time when he had slept until dawn. Zhao Lingzhu knew that this was his inner demon that was difficult to get rid of, and it was difficult to sleep at night, but sleep was no longer essential for monks, on the contrary, cultivation meditation was the most able to restore the monk's energy and lost true qi, but Zhao Lingzhu just liked the things that were most enjoyable for the mundane, and if the demons were not eliminated for a day, Zhao Lingzhu would be difficult to sleep, and I had to say that this was also an alternative motivation for Zhao Lingzhu.

Coming to the stack, Zhao Lingzhu has the opportunity to see the real scenery of the immortal cultivation world, after yesterday and the "Baimu" Taoist, Zhao Lingzhu swayed in this huge stack, the productivity of the immortals is of course not comparable to mortals, the casual scale of the city of immortal cultivators will far exceed the largest scale in the world, coupled with more mysterious magical powers, in which the scenery has not really seen it will not be imagined.

Zhao Lingzhu can be regarded as a real long insight, because of the limited time, Zhao Lingzhu is reluctant to enjoy the scenery here, Zhao Lingzhu has no choice but to take a tour of the stack. Just a few hours yesterday, Zhao Lingzhu experienced something that he had never experienced in the first ten years of his life...... Listening to Xian'e singing, eating all kinds of special snacks, and seeing many aliens dancing who seemed to be human, but were actually not human at all...... Zhao Lingzhu is a feast for the eyes. It's just a pity that in order to maintain order, the manager of the departure stack, a great monk who forced the scorpion tiger to dare not take a step beyond the thunder pool, stipulated a curfew, and the departure of the stack late at night was silent and boring, and Zhao Lingzhu had to find a shop to settle down.

Said here is really good, each is not big, but although the sparrow is small, the monks who do not have high requirements for survival, there is a secluded place, a futon is enough, not to mention that the gathering array is arranged here, although the effect is average, but it is also beneficial to the monks, and one of the characteristics of this place is far beyond other places is this condensing incense, Zhao Lingzhu waved his hand and dispersed the smoke is emitted after the incense is lit, this kind of want to ask has no taste, even the incense in the world can not be compared, However, it has a characteristic that although the monk himself cannot smell it, it can indeed be smelled by the "Yuan Shen", which can make the monk's mind more calm and easier to enter the state of concentration, and at the same time it brings the benefit of assisting the monk's cultivation. Just for this incense, there are many monks who patronize this "inn" whose consumption makes many monks stay away, and of course it is also famous.

Of course, this is a fresh picture for Zhao Lingzhu at this time, and it can't really bring anything to Zhao Lingzhu, but Zhao Lingzhu, who is not short of this money, just wants to see it. Shi Shiran temporarily left the store in the respectful of the miscellaneous servants in the store, and Zhao Lingzhu walked to the street where the bustling neighborhood had been restored again.

It's just that he didn't go far just now, Zhao Lingzhu couldn't help frowning, because in his perception, there were two more tails behind him, Zhao Lingzhu thought about it, and guessed that it was nothing more than that he had just arrived, but he spent a lot of money, and he was targeted by someone with a heart. Zhao Lingzhu thought about it and didn't care, it was best not to provoke him, otherwise, he was not a Purple Mansion monk who only had money, he still had strength. With a little effort, he easily got rid of the tail's tracking, and Zhao Lingzhu continued to walk leisurely on the street where he left the stack.

But it was said that the two monks who followed lost Zhao Lingzhu's whereabouts, but they lost their square inches, and hurriedly went back to explain to the master, but one of them found the "Baimu" Taoist, and the Baimu Taoist did not move when he heard it, and smiled evilly, and said: "I really didn't read it wrong, the spirit sword...... It's really extraordinary......"

As for the other, he was wandering around in the middle of the stack, sneaking into a building, and for a long time, there was a group of people who came out with him, and the leader was a big man, dressed in a short-sleeved shirt, who looked not like a monk but like a bandit running the rivers and lakes. But no one will underestimate him because of this, because it is not only a primordial god of the Great Perfection, but also a tyrant in the stack, can be called a tyrant in such a place where monks come and go so frequently, and his strength is undoubted, and his most common job is to select those monks who come to the stack, with average strength, but who are worth a lot of money, blackmail, cheating, and even direct robbery, at this time his target is undoubtedly Zhao Lingzhu.

Zhao Lingzhu didn't know about this, and maybe he wouldn't care if he knew, so he was looking at the scene in front of him with interest. But he saw three monks sitting on the ground, one unkempt and ragged, laughing and sharing something with the two beside him; There was another person who was a white-faced little student, and there seemed nothing peculiar about it, but if he looked closely, he could clearly see that his eyes were blue and bottomless, and he was also smiling at this time, as if he shared the happiness of the ragged friar; The last man was serious, and the three of them sat on the ground together, only he sat on a yellow futon, and he held a flag in his hand, but there were no words on it, only two bells that would not ring did not touch and jingle together.

The three of them sat like that, not caring about outsiders at all, they looked very ordinary, and there was no aura fluctuation around them, like mortals, but no one dared to underestimate them, the monk who could get here didn't have two brushes? The biggest possibility for these monks who can't see through the roots is that they have cultivated far beyond themselves! Even if this doesn't explain, then the white-clothed monk not far away, who seems to be independent from the world, has empty eyes, but quietly stares at these three "madmen", which obviously shows that these three people are extraordinary, you know, that white-clothed monk is a real earth immortal monk!

Looking at the people around him, Zhao Lingzhu couldn't help but show a wry smile, this place seems to be no more lively, Xun Xian asked, the only way for monks to grow up, but the monks with no home still occupy the majority after all, these monks have to seize every opportunity in order to go further, seeing the three masters appear in front of them, it can be described as a great opportunity, God does not take it, but suffers from it, so a large number of monks in the three layers outside the three layers surrounded these three "madmen", If you can't say that you have been taken a fancy to it, you will be accepted as a disciple, and it is excellent to be taught a sentence or two if you are not good, and many monks are eager to do so.

Zhao Lingzhu didn't have the slightest heart for this, firstly, Zhao Lingzhu did not lack the teachings of a few earth immortals, Zhao Lingzhu could faintly feel the cultivation realm of these people, proving that their strength did not reach the realm that Zhao Lingzhu could not understand, the strongest of these people may still be the cold and unkind white-clothed monk, and secondly, where is the adventure so easy to obtain? But Zhao Lingzhu didn't want to think about his adventures, and there were three earth immortals here that could be compared.

But Zhao Lingzhu didn't want it, it didn't mean that Qiyu wouldn't find it by himself, just when Zhao Lingzhu was about to turn around and leave, the beggar-looking monk spoke: "That kid! That kid! ”

Zhao Lingzhu didn't plan to deal with this old beggar, he was not a child. However, the white-faced and blue-eyed monk also spoke: "Little Daoist! Little friends! ”

At this time, all the monks noticed Zhao Lingzhu, the age of the monk could not be seen from the physiognomy, but it could also be perceived inseparatively, the "old beggar" was called a child, and the monks on the scene may be regarded as such, but the white-faced young monk who was obviously facing the young young monk called Xiao Daoyou seemed to be the only one who looked like Zhao Lingzhu.

Zhao Lingzhu turned back helplessly, but he happened to meet the white-faced monk's green eyes, and suddenly a flash of essence flickered, but Zhao Lingzhu felt a sharp sword stabbing at him out of nowhere!