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Between immortals, there is no norm.

Killing people and grabbing treasures has been regarded as the norm, and the winner is the king and has been enshrined as an iron law by countless immortal cultivators.

The weak are eliminated tragically, but often at the cost of lives.

The environment of the immortal cultivation realm is many times more cruel and harsh than the mortal world.

Han Fenglan motioned for the two of them to stop the topic, after all, they were in a mortal town now, and they were still obviously hostile to immortal cultivators.

"Yo, the food is good." A whistle came from the door, and the four of them looked at the door and saw that it was the beggar who scolded Han Feng Lan for blocking the sun.

When the shopkeeper saw this, he shouted: "Whoever let you in, get out of here!" ”

At this moment, the beggar was holding his head in his hands, leaning back, and looking ruffian. Ignoring the shopkeeper as nothing, he walked directly to Yi Che's side.

The shopkeeper didn't dare to squeak when he saw this.

The beggar didn't regard himself as an outsider at all, moved a bench by himself, and sat directly next to Yi Che.

Yi Che didn't say anything, and his body didn't move.

The beggar looked at the delicacies of the mountains and seas on the table, and then at the four people who were not moving, and wondered: "Why don't you move your chopsticks for such a delicious dish?" ”

Han Fenglan's fingers moved, and the soundproof barrier was laid down.

Seeing that Han Feng Lan had laid down the enchantment, Yi Che said directly: "You dare to eat things in this town?" ”

"Oh." The beggar raised his voice, "What did you find?" ”

The shopkeeper had been paying attention to Yi Che's table, and saw that everyone's mouths were moving, but there was no sound. The gloomy face is dripping with water.

Yi Che watched the beggar take his chopsticks and kindly reminded: "There is something strange about this Immortalless Town, everyone can see it." Are the immortal cultivators here being controlled by something in the town? Do you think we dare to eat anything here? ”

The beggar listened thoughtfully, nodded, and directly put a piece of meat in his mouth. Chewing and muttering: "That's right, there is something here that does restrict us, so you better leave quickly, otherwise you will soon become like us." ”

"Can you tell us what controls you?" Yi Che watched the beggar eat his meal without scruples, and was a little speechless.

The beggar took another large piece of meat and put it in his mouth: "Why should I tell you that you can't get me out?" ”

"Do you know who the person across from you is?" Yi Che raised his head and pointed at Han Feng Lan with his mouth.

The beggar glanced at Han Fenglan and didn't care: "Who is he?" ”

"Speaking out can scare you to death." Yi Che covered his mouth with his hand, covered his mouth, and approached the beggar's ear: "He is the first son of Zhongzhou, Han Fenglan." ”

As soon as Yi Che's voice fell, the beggar's pupils dilated significantly, and the hand stretched out to the dish also paused. But the tone still didn't care: "It turned out to be him, but you have stayed for a long time and can't leave, so you better leave quickly." ”

Yi Che sat upright, puzzled: "Don't you want to go out?" Han Gongzi is the smoke season, we have no intention of passing by this town, we wanted to rest, but we didn't expect this town to be so weird, so ......"

"You better leave it alone, I'm doing you well. If you have three longs and two shorts in the future, don't blame us for not reminding you. The immortal cultivators in the previous condensation period angered the people in the town here, and they all ended up with no bones left. ”

Two immortal cultivators in the condensation period!

It was the purpose of their trial in Wuxian Town this time.

Yi Che then wanted to knock on the side, but the beggar didn't say any more information except to tell them to leave quickly.

After the beggar finished eating, he unceremoniously patted his ass and swaggered away.

Yi Che and the four exchanged a look, but Han Fenglan finally called the shopkeeper over and asked to stay in the hotel.

If there is usually business, the shopkeeper is definitely kind, but because the other party is four immortal cultivators, the shopkeeper is obviously reluctant.

Han Fenglan didn't care if the shopkeeper's only two rooms were true or not, the immortal cultivator didn't sleep and meditated all night, and the two of them could take care of it, so they went with the shopkeeper.

After nightfall, the shopkeeper saw that the door of Yiche's four-person room had not moved for a long time, so he sneaked out of the inn, came to a dark alley, and knelt respectfully in front of the people who had been standing there for a long time, with a posture of letting orders.

The man had his back to the shopkeeper, and the darkness was too thick to make out his eyebrows, but from his tattered clothes and tall figure, it was the beggar in the morning.

Yiche hid behind a tree, his mind carefully watching what was happening in the alley. After seeing the shopkeeper looking respectfully at the beggar in the morning, she didn't feel much surprised.

Without the tone of the morning hanger, the low voice with the quiet night has a little more weirdness.

"The backstage of those four people is too big this time, don't act rashly, just let them leave by themselves."

Before the shopkeeper could respond, he saw that the beggar, who was motionless, suddenly turned to the side and said in a solemn tone, "Who is it, get out." ”

I'm being followed!

Cold sweat fell from the shopkeeper's forehead, the night wind blew, and the cold sticky feeling behind his back was very uncomfortable.

Seeing that there was no movement, the beggar didn't bother to talk nonsense, and quickly rushed behind the tree.

The speed is so fast, and the strength of the outbreak has obviously reached a period of condensation.

The shopkeeper trotted over to the beggar, panting and lighting a fire.

Empty.

……

Yiche quietly returned to the inn and deftly turned out of the window into the room. As soon as I entered, I saw Sumire looking at herself with a thoughtful face.

Sumire was too cold before, and Yi Che didn't plan to take the initiative to explain. As soon as I meditated and was about to cultivate, I heard the flat voice of Sumire.

"Why are you participating in this trial of the first three disciples?"

That's an interesting question. The purpose of participating in this trial should be the same as that of Sumire, and it is rare for her to take the initiative to speak by herself. The first sentence turned out to be this question. Yi Che's mind turned back and forth, and he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Sumire Yan leaning against the window.

At this time, Sumire Yan was carrying Yi Che on her back, and the window was not closed because of Yi Che's entry and exit. There were no lights in the room, and the lights were dim outside. A bend of the moon hung high on the branches, and the pale light fell on the pansy smoke through the layers of leaves. Because he couldn't see Sumire's face, just looking at her back, Yi Che suddenly felt a thick mismatch.

The vicissitudes of life that did not fit Sumire's age came from her. In the moonlight, something called sadness surrounded her.

For the first time, Yi Che felt that he couldn't see through the smoke of the violet. Obviously such an ordinary person......

"I made it to the top three of the month, so I qualified for the trial. Exercise yourself and increase your knowledge, don't you and I have the same purpose? As soon as Yi Che finished asking, he heard Sumire smile lowly, mocking.