As the two people landed on the ground and Yang Man were squeezed to the side, the street became more spacious, and the men and women in white walked towards the young man waiting there slowly, the two of them looked calm, and they just smiled at the strange eyes of the crowd, neither proud and self-hanging, nor disdainful, calm and gentle, humble and polite, the two of them said something but naturally reflected a kind of temperament out of the world, of course, the identity of the person who appeared in this way must be unusual, Otherwise, there would not be people with excellent status in Yandu to receive them in person. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

For the greetings of the few people who have been waiting here, the two did not hold their own special identities and high-end shelves, but returned the gift very kindly.

The girl in white opened her mouth first, "Actually, you don't have to be like this!" ”

The young man smiled and said softly, "It's not like that, it's just that I haven't seen you for two years and thought about it."

"Humph!" This is the snort of the young man in white, putting his face aside and the appearance of being docile and polite just now, the young man just smiled more and glanced at the young man in white and turned sideways to lead the way, but the young man in white seemed to be even more angry and walked quickly to the front, walking directly towards the destination, where he needs to guide the way, he has long been familiar with this Yandu.

It was strange for the young man in white to be such an onlooker, but the few people who were watching didn't seem to care too much, and the girl in white nodded to the few people behind the young man.

"He's still like this, he hasn't changed, he was so well-behaved before, I thought that even people's personalities could be changed when they got there!" A man behind the young man said.

"Thank you!" The young man said to the girl in white, over the years, although the Yunchuan Sect belongs to the top Immortal Sect and the rules of the sect are also very strict, but when the small family is not in harmony, let alone a big sect like the Yunchuan Sect, although it is always very good, but many of the things involved are too complicated, and it is necessary to be alert, and Mu Zhi is too stubborn and can't handle things, so he said this to the girl in white, it is already difficult to get out in the genius gathering place, and it is really hard to look at Mu Zhi.

The girl in white turned her head to look at the young man's head raised slightly, and said seriously: "Jiaying is not hard, Brother Yan is hard......"

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As a few people disappeared, the crowd gradually dispersed, but it became more and more noisy, the two of them bowed their heads together, the three of them made a noise, and the five people were bragging......

Do you know who that person is?

Cut! Who doesn't know?

Bai Jingyan!

Who?

Yo ho! There are really people who don't know, the soil buns from a small place, right?

Bai Jing Yanyandu, the son of the White City Lord, this White City Lord always knows, the master of foundation building! The locals who spoke inevitably showed pride in their words.

Bai Jingyan has a gentle temperament, and the people who get along with him in Yandu have a lot of praise for him, this is a true gentleman, and he is talented, he crossed the cultivation realm at the age of three, he is the fifth layer of condensation at the age of ten, and he is already the eighth layer of condensation at the age of fifteen!

People who have just entered the Yandu inevitably sigh

Fifteen-year-old condensation eight layers! Genius!

It's not impossible to build a foundation at the age of twenty, right?

Tut-tut! The White City Lord is really a blessing!

Ay! I can't say that now.

What's wrong?

That was before Bai Jingyan was fifteen years old, who would have thought that he would be like this again after the age of fifteen, now he is almost twenty years old but has not grown, and he is still condensing eight layers. Although it is said that the eighty-year-old eighth-layer condensation can be regarded as a genius, but he has not advanced an inch of cultivation over the years......

At the same time, the vendors on the street began to blow each other, the girl who played the piano and sang music in Yuyulou began to change words, and the gentleman who told the story in the teahouse spat and was excited.

Today, everyone's question is not Bai Jingyan, who the pair of teenagers and girls are.

Syllable! The storyteller wakes up and shoots, everyone knows about the triennial gathering in Yandu! The top four of the Juying Festival once every three years will be favored by the White City Lord, and everyone knows it! Do you know that last year's Juying Club was twice as talented as the previous one, and it was better than the previous ones, but the city lord only saw the top two!

Well, I don't know! Then you are curious about what benefits those people got after seeing the city lord? Why do you rarely appear in everyone's sight when you are missing?

Everyone shook their heads, why?

Mr. Storyteller sells Guanzi, I didn't know at first, but now there are some speculations, but it is precisely because of these speculations that I ...... Heaven cannot be divulged, confidential!

Oh, back to the point, who is that mysterious boy and girl?

Speaking of girls, everyone still remembers that two years ago, Yandu had a mysterious senior......

What I heard was mixed with other people's more or less compilation, but if words such as foundation building genius were involved in the words, no one would mention that character less, the young man with a knife who built the foundation before the age of twenty, he came from a small place that no one had heard of, his name was Guan Haotian............................................................

Yandu is very rich compared to Yang Man's hometown, but the richer the place, the colder the human touch, and the Yandu is powerful and luxurious, but there are not a few beggars in Yandu.

As soon as a few little beggars approached the door of the teahouse and wanted to hear the story, they were driven away by the gang with sticks.

Yandu is the attic of the high courtyard, red bricks and green tiles, sparkling cars and horses, people come and go, from time to time there is the shouting of the vendors, it is very lively, the prosperity is fully displayed, and the place where the poor live is in great contrast.

In the corner of the low wall, which was difficult to break and crumble, a little beggar knocked on his head and said uncertainly: "That good-looking boy is really similar to Erniu!"

Erniu, that missing little beggar? No matter who Erniu is, how good can the people the beggar know!

So the little beggar's self-talk was soon despised by the people on the side, "I really don't have any knowledge, I dare to say anything!" ”

The little beggar blushed, and soon he looked at the old beggar on the side, "That's Erniu?" "It's really similar, the more he remembers it, the more similar it becomes, although today's boy and Erniu look very different.

The little beggar did not win the old beggar's affirmation, the old beggar gave him a look and told him not to speak, and finally thought about it and said to the little beggar, "No."

"No, it's very different," the little beggar nodded, feeling ridiculous......

"What's wrong?" A few beggars who had just been chased away by the teahouse guys came back with a bitter face to attract the attention of the old beggars.

"Did you get beaten again?" Just now, the little beggar looked at the beggar in front of him who had been beaten by a stick because of his tail and said.

The beggar didn't care and put down the broken sleeve to cover the scar, "Hmph! That king and eight calves don't let us stick to the corner of the door, it's not rare, and grandpa can also tell stories! As he spoke, he squatted down beside the old beggar, "Grandpa ......!" ”

"Okay, I'll tell you ......!" The old beggar saw that it was still early, so he responded with a smile and put the thick bowl in his hand on the ground, "Huh? This is......? ”

There was a certain amount of white silver in the thick bowl, and the old beggar looked up with his black boots on the side of the bowl, and the owner of the silver was a tall and thin young man with clear eyebrows, and the little boy looked not very happy with his dark face.

"Tell a story, I want to listen to Guan Haotian's story......"