The sky was clear, and the occasional bird flew by, but there was a sword shadow shuttling in the sky.

This person and one sword are none other than the Nine Directions.

The Nine Directions Immortal Imperial Sword Flight, when the Phantom Yuan Power consumed more than half of the time, chose to walk, for the Phantom Monk, the Edgeworth Flying is the most basic and luxurious way to travel.

It takes a certain amount of time to absorb and refine the phantom elemental power, and the phantom cultivator will inevitably consume an extremely large amount of phantom power.

"There's a city here. Looking down, through the clouds, you can see a few wisps of cooking smoke floating up.

Not far from the smoke is a city, the tallest building rising from the ground to the sky.

"After three days of travel, it's time to take a break. Jiufang thought to himself.

The phantom power of the Nine Directions has come and gone quickly in the past few days, although it is fast to recover the phantom power by taking the pill, but if it is taken repeatedly for a period of time, the pill will not only be greatly reduced, but also cause damage to the meridians of the phantom monk.

Jiufang secretly calculated to himself, a hundred miles a day, no more than two breaks in the middle, and there was probably one day to reach the place where Si Hanyun was training-Beichuan Mountain Range.

But the journey was tiring, and Jiufang Ming still wanted to choose to take a break halfway.

The previous rest, Jiufang Ming was spent in the wilderness, in some caves, Jiufang Ming has no need for food, and whether the rest environment is safe or not is what Jiufang Ming attaches importance to.

"Phantom monks are generally forbidden to fly in the city...... "Jiufang meditated on the words of a previous person's travelogue, and reduced the speed of the flying sword.

In order not to cause alarm, Jiufang Ming deliberately landed on a suburb of the city gate.

Jiufang Ming walked slowly towards the city gate, and the place where the sound of chariots and horses gathered was where the city gate was.

Jiufang Ming looked up at the city tower, and he could see the plaque on the city gate from a distance: "Beichuan City".

However, when Jiufang Ming approached, he found that there was a long line in front of the city gate, and he was the last to come, so he could only be the last to enter.

"That's all there is to it. Jiufang thought helplessly, flying was forbidden in the city, and he could only queue up.

Jiufang Ming walked quickly towards the end of the team, and without using his body, Jiufang Ming's speed was still as fast as the wind.

Because of the mixed carriages and horses, the team is relatively orderly except for some hustle and bustle.

Jiufang Ming stood in place, slowly following the team, waiting for the first person to pass through the city, and the back queue could enter one after another, which was relatively inefficient.

"Why don't you make two passages?" Jiufang Ming looked at the huge city gate and frowned.

The caravan takes up a lot of space, and it takes more time to pass through the city gate, and if you open another passage, you can effectively solve the contradiction of waiting time too long.

Under the hat, the aura of Jiufang Ming was not revealed at all, and the cultivation could not reveal half a point, in the eyes of the rest of the queue, Jiufang Ming was just a man in strange costumes.

"You don't know, I've been investigating it hard lately!" said an old man in plain clothes, patting the back of the scared Jiufang Ming.

Jiufang Ming nodded, didn't say much, and acted outside, and needed to be cautious everywhere.

The old man didn't continue, and if he talked too much, it was easy to provoke right and wrong.

After a while, there was a long queue.

"Why are there so many people entering the city?" asked Jiufang Ming.

"Not all refugees from neighboring countries!" the old man behind him thought for a moment and said.

Jiufang nodded thoughtfully, there is no need for the Phantom Monk to intervene in the disputes between countries, as for these refugees, he can help.

The most important thing for phantom monks is compassion.

Sympathy is sympathy, and Jiufang Ming will not cause unnecessary trouble for himself because he is too sympathetic.

The so-called "if you are poor, you will be good to yourself, and if you are good, you will help the world".

Jiufang waited for half an hour before he could see the city gate in its entirety.

The city gate was opened, but it was heavily guarded, and the nine directions were a little surprised to spy on these people.

"It's all the seventh order of the Phantom Person, it's just guarding the city gate, can you take such strict precautions?" Jiufang Ming was a little puzzled, it seemed that these were related to what the old man just said, "Check tightly".

After waiting for a while, it was finally his turn to be at the front, and Jiufang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, this waiting time was enough for him to comprehend a phantom martial art.

"What's your name?" asked one of the leading fat guards with a menacing look on his face, while the guards on either side looked at the Nine Directions with wariness.

"Nine...... Leek. Jiufang Ming said in a low voice.

It's better to use the name leek to disguise your identity in the future, Jiufang thought to himself.

"Black-clothed wooden hat, it seems right!" the fat guard looked at Jiufang Ming with some joy, and then waved his hand.

"That's him!" the fat guard snatched the parchment handed by his subordinates, looked at Jiufang Ming, and then said.

"Grab it!" the fat guard snorted coldly.

"You want to arrest me for no reason?" Jiufang Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, his tone was cold, and a trace of killing intent was like a stone, causing ripples in his heart.

"For no reason?" the fat guard looked at Jiufang Ming with some disdain.

"The human and physical evidence are all there, the person who robbed the city lord's daughter, isn't you? Who else could it be?" the fat guard scolded, and then the dozens of guards beside him surrounded the Nine Directions.

Jiufang Ming turned his head slightly, and the old man behind him had already retreated far away.

"Did you recognize the wrong person?" asked Jiufang Ming as he took off his hat, revealing half of his true face.

"Hmph, how could I admit my mistake?" the fat guard was slightly stunned when he saw Jiufang Ming's face, and then snorted coldly.

Jiufang Ming put on his hat and slowly straightened it, and a pair of black eyes looked coldly at the more than ten phantom guards surrounding him.

"If you are unreasonable, then I am not welcome. Jiufang said coldly, and then released the coercion exclusive to the illusionist.

How could only the guards of the Phantom Cultivator be able to withstand such coercion, and the twelve guards scattered in all directions in horror.

"Phantom ...... Illusionist?" The guard looked at the Nine Directions in horror.

When the illusion monk reaches the illusionist level, he can release relatively powerful coercion.

Jiufang was silent and looked at the fat guard lightly.

The fat guard was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, his face was pale, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he fell to the ground.

Dozens of guards on the side also felt the coercion of Jiufang Ming, and they all froze in place, motionless, and beads of sweat slowly dripped from the corners of their foreheads.

Jiufang Ming wore a black robe and walked quickly towards the city.

Jiufang Ming passed a few alleys and walked into the bazaar, in the Wuya Sect, Jiufang Ming wanted to feel the excitement of the mortal world several times.

People who are used to being lonely and lonely like the Nine Directions will not dislike lively places.

Among the pedestrians passing by, those who are gorgeously dressed and have extraordinary appearances account for a minority, and among the pedestrians, Shinong and industrialists are all prepared.

A row of lanterns hangs high between the streets, and the pavement is paved with blue bricks, and because of its age, the pavement has been polished very smoothly by passing pedestrians.

Smelling the aroma coming from the vendor, Jiufang couldn't help but take a breath.

However, with shyness in his pocket, Jiufang Ming could only reluctantly walk elsewhere.

"This money has to be kept for ......accommodation," Jiufang Meditation said.

Walking and walking, Jiufang Ming came to a lakeside, the opposite bank was densely populated, and willow branches hung down to the lake.

The breeze gradually rose, and the surface of the lake rippled slightly.

The boatmen either supported the boat with bamboo poles or hooked the bridge not far away with long poles, or tied thick ropes to the willow trees to hold the boats, and a few men were busy lowering the masts to facilitate the passage of the boats.

What's more, the willow branches are directly pulled and wrapped around the boat to prevent the boat from drifting away.

Jiufang Ming happily watched the bustle and prosperity of the world, and then sighed lightly.

Flying across the wide lake, the nine directions reached the opposite shore like a dragonfly.

Jiufang Ming's move caused a lot of alarm, but Jiufang Ming felt that passers-by were making a little fuss, just skimming the water, what was the surprise?

Then Jiufang Meditation figured out that Beichuan City was no better than the Boundless Sect, it was just a small city, and among them, there were naturally very few Phantom Cultivators, most of them were ordinary people who had not awakened the Phantom Dust.

Beichuan City is close to the Hanqu River, in the north of the Hanqu River, named Beichuan City, it is very far away from Taijing, the capital of the Youshang Kingdom, and there are hundreds of miles away from the Wuya Sect.

"Let's get some rest. Jiufang thought to himself, and then found an inn.

The so-called rest of the Nine Directions is actually to recover a certain amount of phantom power while cultivating.

............

Early the next morning, Jiufang Ming retreated from the guest room, looking at the remaining nine lower-grade Yuan Stones in the storage ring, Jiufang Ming was a little helpless.

"Forget about money as important. Jiufang Ming walked out of the inn, patted his head, and secretly regretted.

Although the accommodation that Ming Feizhou arranged for Jiufang Ming was simple, with his Supreme Elder, he could get a lot of oil and water.

Even if Ming Feizhou ignores the affairs of the sect, an extremely huge amount of Yuan stones are credited to the account every month, and there is only so much that Jiufang Ming knows.

"I knew to knock the old man a stroke. Jiufang thought of his roast rabbit meat, if each roast rabbit meat charged a little money for Ming Feizhou, then he didn't have to panic about this money now.

"When the money is used, you hate less!" Jiufang said through gritted teeth as he smelled the aroma wafting from nowhere.

Stepping on the high building, Jiufang looked into the distance and determined the direction of his continued travel.

"Huh?"

Seeing a few rays of light intertwined not far away, Jiufang stared and watched.

Jiufang looked at it intently, and it was actually a human illusion monk fighting with a beast in the air.

Due to the distance, the Nine Directions Darkness could not detect the cultivation of the two who were fighting.

"It's kind of interesting!" Jiufang Ming touched his chin with interest, and then frowned, in such a small city, such a fight is not afraid of hurting the innocent?

Jiufang summoned the flying sword, flew on, and the sword volleyed into the air, flying towards the place where the two were.

After flying some distance, Jiufang Ying could barely tell that it was a female phantom monk and a leopard phantom beast fighting.

The cheetah soared into the air, paws glowing with a lilac glow.

The female phantom monk flew with her sword, and at the same time condensed the phantom power to resist the cheetah's attack.

Although it was Edgeworth's flight, the Phantom Monk was still at a disadvantage.

Jiufang Ming stood on the flying sword and looked at the two people fighting in the distance lightly.

He will not be overflowing with sympathy, and he will draw his sword casually, and he will not do anything as long as the cheetah does not hurt the innocent.

What if that woman was also fighting against the phantom beast in order to protect the innocent? Jiufang Ming had another idea.

"Forget it, let's check it out. Jiufang Shen groaned, and the vertical sword approached the two to fight.

When it was enough to investigate the cultivation, Jiufang Ming could see the woman's face clearly.

"Ming Jinmeng?" Jiufang Ming frowned slightly, because this woman was an "acquaintance".