Airplanes!

Hao Jian stood high in the sky, looking down from a distance, an extremely magnificent capital appeared in Hao Jian's eyes, falling down the bordering city, straight into the sky.

Looking down through the clouds, you can see a lot of people walking around, wearing clothes like outsiders, which is quite surprising.

Looking at the cities and houses lined up together, Hao Jian smiled slightly, thinking that it would not be long before this place would become a land of flesh and blood, and endless demon beasts would set foot here.

"Idiot, let's go down!" Hao Jian said lightly, and then leaned over and fell towards a dense forest outside the city gate.

Buzz.

The idiot shook for a while, and turned into the little lion on Hao Jian's shoulder again, and his hazy eyes seemed to want to fall asleep again.

Hao Jian shook his head, he always felt that the idiot could increase his cultivation even by sleeping, maybe this was the terrifying place of the Heavenly Qilin Clan, and it was also the fundamental gap between the martial artist and the demon beast!

Just looking down on this country, it looked extremely majestic, and at this moment, Hao Jian stood under the city gate and looked even more amazed.

Come to think of it, even the Beichuan Hall is probably not as magnificent, right? But it lacks a little immortal aura.

The galloping crowd was a peaceful scene, some carrying a flat shoulder, some leading a foal, and some coming out of the city in a carriage.

There was a city outside the city, and a city surrounded a city, and at the outermost point was a great plain, but no one had set foot on it.

"If they are really mortals, they don't have the slightest flow of aura, and the strength of their bodies is extremely poor. Looking around at the mortals who came in and out of the city gate, Hao Jian carefully looked at whether there was any aura emanating from their bodies.

Come to think of it, the only martial artist he saw in this Fallen Immortal Valley was the group of people in Chaoyang Village, right?

"There are not even demon beasts around here, it seems that this place is absolutely weird...... "But Hao Jian doesn't care about it, not to mention that his cultivation has reached the ninth order of the Martial King, just say that the idiot on his shoulder, the demon beast of the Martial Sect level, I'm afraid there are few who can beat it."

Immediately, Hao Jian prepared to enter the city to see what the mortal realm of this world was like.

Roads crisscross the city, and there is no end in sight, with small traders and vendors occupying the streets, shouting and selling strange things.

In this regard, Hao Jian turned a deaf ear, just walked around, looking at the sky-high buildings in the distance solemn and extraordinary, thinking that it should be the imperial city in charge of this Dongsheng country in Dan Wuya's memory, right?

Walking through the street, people on both sides of the street looked at Hao Jian in unison, some of them showed a hint of surprise and some people showed some unknown looks.

A fluttering white hair, sword eyebrows and starry eyes are restrained, and the white robe with me perfectly shows off the sturdy body.

Compared to those low-backed mortals walking on the streets, I don't know how many times stronger.

"Hand-woven shoes, hand-woven shoes, selling hand-woven shoes, a pair of ten cents, pure hand-made production, absolutely no bullying!"

"Fresh sunflowers, stained with dew, look at fresh vegetables......"

"Guest officer, please! Today I have a new dish in my store, a delicious ...... of ten directions."

......

Hao Jian did not stop at the noisy shouts next to his ears, but saw a pause on the ground of Zhiweilou in the distance.

A hint of aroma wafts from afar, as if a very delicious dish has just been baked, tempting to linger.

The idiot also seemed to feel the aroma of such delicacies, and then opened his sleepy eyes and looked at the Zhiwei Building.

"It seems like I haven't eaten food for a long time, and I miss the real satiety a little bit......"

Once a martial artist enters the process of cultivation, it can basically be said that he no longer needs to eat, after all, he can survive by consuming spiritual energy, and the food in the world has become a kind of pleasure for martial artists, the pleasure of tasting food.

After all, eating is also one of the joys of the world.

"Brother Hao Jian, it's so fragrant, is the food you said really better than the pill?"

Hao Jian was speechless and smiled indifferently, "If it is delicious, it is naturally that the food is delicious, although the pill has the fragrance of the pill, it is also a medicine, and the medicine is slightly bitter, and the food can have a variety of flavors such as sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, salty, etc. ”

"That'...... Let's go eat, the idiot wants to taste what the food tastes like. ”

Waving his little paw with nowhere to put me, the little idiot pointed to the Zhiweilou Chuannian and said.

To be honest, this fragrance is really attractive, looking at the coins used in the delivery on the side, Hao Jian thought that the mortal survival here seems to be circulating money.

"Let's go...... Anyway, it won't be long before it's going to be hell on earth, and I haven't tried food in a long time. ”

Immediately, Hao Jian walked towards the Zhiwei Building.

Not far apart, the closer they get, the more dignified the floating aroma becomes, Hao Jian looked at the boiling life inside, and thought to himself that this seems to be a restaurant with very good skills.

"This son, please, is it a lobby or an accord?"

As soon as Hao Jiangang stepped into the Zhiwei Building, Xiao Er, a shopkeeper with a smile, greeted him, looked at the son in front of him, and couldn't help but become solemn, this kind of dress is really the first time I have seen it, with white hair and a pet of a cat or a dog?

"Find an Accord with a great view. Hao Jian said lightly, and then looked at the crowd of people who were eating in the lobby.

Each one is almost a brocade hat and mink fur, and the silk and satin are even more common, and it seems that only the rich and noble people who can spend a lot of money can come here.

"Hmph......" snorted coldly, and Hao Jian immediately followed the shopkeeper Xiao Er up to the attic on the second floor, which surprised many mortals.

"Tut-tut, I don't know which family dares to go up to the second floor of this Zhiwei Building, not afraid that one meal will ruin the family?" A fat middle-aged man put the wine glass in his hand on the table, and the food in his mouth was still chewing.

"Hey, hey, today is the singing and dancing of Miss Su Shu from the inner city of Dongsheng, a son like this dares to enter the second-floor attic, naturally he is a wealthy family, how can he wait like me, in order to kiss Miss Su Shu's appearance and sell the property in his hand!"

"Hey, hey, if you can have a full drink with Miss Su Shu, it's really worth dying, what do you care about money. ”

"The power of this Zhiwei Building is really terrifying, even the Su Shu girl in the inner city can be invited, hey, in this middle city, the people who can enter this Zhiwei Building to consume are all big people!"

......

Hao Jian's keen ears naturally heard clearly, no wonder the attic of Nuoda here is a gold cave at a glance, but there are so many mortals here today, and some of them are bankrupt just to see the beauty?

Hao Jian smiled, money, I Hao Jian didn't have such vulgar things to take me, and you don't know you if you have spirit stones!

After you die, who cares about your money and your beauty in death! It will become the only way for me to build this ghost place......

Although the world of mortals is similar to the realm of martial artists, the pursuit of its roots, the things that they aspire to are too different.

On one side are warriors who pursue immortality and enlightenment, and on the other side are mortals who pursue money and greedy for enjoyment.

If there is anxiety between the two, mortals will only end up with the death of God......

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To be continued.