There were no defenders in the holy city of Celestial, and the rule of not fighting in the city was never promulgated by the true ruler. Its harmony has been maintained to this day, which is the result of the joint maintenance of the young monks. Now a group of warrior monks enter the holy city and cause trouble. No one can stop them.

Looking at a group of young people paralyzed on the ground and no one dared to approach in the distance, the bearded man was immediately convinced. He smiled happily and said, "Haha, what a sacred city, a place where a group of rabble gathers. Since no one cares about you, let me call the shots, haha. ”

"Eagle of the Flying City, the Heavenly City cannot have the final say yet, it should be ruled by my Northern Alliance. At that moment, an icy buzz sounded. In the distance, ten monks descended from the sky. Each of them has the momentum of martial arts.

Before the big man could reply, a dozen men and a dozen horses came from all directions. Everyone and the leader of the horses were warriors, and the monks in the martial arts followed him.

The men and horses gathered together, only to rub the momentum between them, leaving the young monks in despair on the spot.

The result is more different.

This time, these people will enter the Heavenly Holy City with such a tacit understanding, that is, they are determined to obtain the Heavenly Holy City, and they also know that staying in the mountains and forests is not the way. Only by taking control of a city as prosperous as the Holy City would they have the right to challenge the four heroes of the Southern Emperor. Otherwise, in the days to come, the four heroes of Nanhuang will slow down their pace, and this is the end of their cowardice.

The old man shook his head and said with a wry smile, "You are not only cowardly, but also stupid. Forget it, I'll be stupid if you talk too much with a bunch of stupid people, so you'd better go your own way. ”

"Presumptuous, kill your dog today!" the bearded man roared and slapped the old man with one hand. In an instant, a terrible light appeared, and he was about to smash the old man to pieces. Not only the elderly will be affected, but also the young monks in the vicinity.

It's just that the expected scenario doesn't appear. The intense flash seemed to be the same as the bright light. After the exposure, nothing was left and nothing was destroyed. It was as if the candlelight had magnified countless times and flashed by.

But after the lights dimmed, I don't know when, across from the old man sat a young man in a black robe. The old man smiled and poured a cup of tea on the ground and pushed it to him. The young man in the black robe drank it and said, "Little shaver, what power do I have to fool me with tea?" What wine am I going to drink?"

The old man shook his head and said with a smile, "Master, your habit is not good. There are a few adults who are coming to the Rising to fight for you. As he spoke, he had an extra flask in his hand.

"Won't you drink some?" As for this? What does it mean. The young black-robed Gu Lu took a pot of wine and said dissatisfied.

"That's not to say they're stingy. Your calamity is too great. Xiao Jing didn't know if he could get rid of it. The old man said, still drinking his own tea.

"What do you think about what I want you to promise?" The young man in black said suddenly.

"Master, you might as well spare me. I'm old. I want to live peacefully for a few years. By the way, I'll help you find some good wine. You don't want to mess with my old bones. The old man said with a wry smile.

Alas, there are one or two that are not easy to worry about. You are so, and so is Xiaojing. Let Dragon City get busy first. If you agree, go talk to him. The young man in black sighed and said.

"Did you find it?" The old man said suddenly.

"Well, it should be ......there," the young man in black nodded.

"When are you leaving?" I'm here to see you off. The old man said.

"Just a few days...... There is no need to send. The black-robed young man's fingers flicked the flask, making a crisp sound.

"You should have come back sooner, or I might not have been able to wait that long...... old man said thoughtfully.

"Yes. The young man in black whispered.

The two old men and young men just sat on the street and chatted casually. The content of their conversation was strange. A young man calls an old man a mustache, while an old man calls a young man the master, but they have no respectful attitude, which makes it impossible for everyone to guess about their relationship.

What's even stranger is that a group of Warlords float in the air behind them, but they are completely ignored, as if they are standing there, like a cloud of air, they are not outsiders who want to take over the Holy City.

Everyone listened to their conversation in amazement, forgetting why the attack of the bearded man had turned out to be a glorious affair. They're like out of this world, or just two crazy people.

"Well, I'm leaving. The young man in the black robe stood up, clapped his hands, and said that he had never seen the monk behind him from beginning to end.

"I can't reach them unless you solve your troubles. The old man rolled his eyes and said that he really didn't want to remind him, but he was really afraid that the young man in black would forget about it.

"What are the rules of Amagi?" The young man in the black robe thought for a long time before he came up with a sentence that made people speechless.

"Those who fight for favoritism will not be forgiven. The old man coughed lightly.

The young man in the black robe neither agreed nor denied, so he walked with a light step until he reached the end of the street. But when the black-robed young man walked on the road, the monks who were originally hanging in the air fell to the ground like a stone weighing 10,000 catties, and pits appeared.

The monks were all prostrate on the ground, unable to move, not even a finger. What scares them even more is that their soul power is rapidly fading. When the young man in the black robe crossed the monks, they were all the only ones.

In Fan Zenan, Zhongguang Building.

There are two tombstones in the barren mountain. This tombstone is some years old and has some fine lines on it, but its body is spotless. There are no randomly growing shrubs and grasses around. In front of the tombstone, there are some fresh fruits and vegetables. Obviously, people often come to worship.

On this day, four people, two men and two women, came to the tombstone. The first man is very handsome, while the woman is also a fairy. The man touched the word "Chen Lin" on the tombstone, and said with a smile: "Mom, the child has come back to see you." ”

The painting appears in front of the tomb of Chen Lin in Zhongguang Building. Naturally, it is Xiao Wuyou and Bai Huanting. As for the man and woman behind him, they are Xiao Yin and Xiao You.

"I've seen my uncle and aunt. Bai Huanting came to kneel in front of Xiao Wuyou. This is Xiao Wuyou's adoptive mother and her husband. Naturally, she should be on her knees.

"Mom, is the daughter-in-law the child looking for, are you still satisfied?" Xiao Wuyou said with a smile.

Although Bai Huanting and Xiao Wu have been friends for hundreds of years, her face is very thin. Listening to Xiao Wuyou's words, her face flushed and became more delicate. She retreated with Xiaoyin Xiaoyou, leaving space for Xiao Wuyou. She hasn't been back in hundreds of years. Xiao Wu has a lot of things to tell Chen Lin.

Bai Huanting came to the hillside, where the terrain was quite high, and the entire Zhongguang Mansion could be said to be unobstructed. She looked at Zhongguang Mansion from a distance, as if she heard some lively sound. In her beautiful nose, there is a thin vitality of heaven and earth. Her heart ached. She said softly, "Is this the Zhongguang Mansion where the little senior brother lives?"