Celestial Artifact City is located next to the Forest of Terror.

It can even be said that it encircles a forest of terror that ordinary people fear, and the periphery is in the city.

The trade of the Heavenly Weapon City is developed, and the Danqi Pavilion spreads throughout the starry sky realm of countless galaxies. And the general pavilion of the Danqi Pavilion is in this heavenly instrument city, which can be imagined as attractive to the people in the rivers and lakes. The resident population is tens of millions, and the annual floating population is calculated in hundreds of millions. It's not an exaggeration to say it's a small world.

There are mountains and rivers in the city, and there are colorful green trees and red flowers.

The mountain is a bald mountain, there is not a bit of green on it, the deep gray and inconspicuous red dotted on it, and even the sky is rendered a little bit of red meaning, like a burning cloud shrouded the entire Celestial Weapon City.

This group of bigwigs from the ten states came to this starry sky realm due to many restrictions from the Heavenly Dao, and the spiritual fire could not be used, so they could only skillfully borrow this volcano to refine pills and spiritual weapons.

This is also a great wonder of the Heavenly Weapon City.

The water is the Runwu River, just talking about the length, it is only under the Yangtze River that crosses the eastern soil, it is said that these two great rivers are in the same birthplace, and some people say that this is actually the Yangtze River. What is the specific scene of the source, no one has been able to reach that depth to investigate.

This Runwu River went out from Tianqi City, mighty, almost cutting the Central Plains in half, and converging into the junction between the west and the Central Plains - the inland lake and the holy lake.

It is said that the center of the lake is connected to the four seas, and there are sometimes traces of krakens.

Facing the Central Plains, the Celestial Artifact City is an endless plain.

At this time, the plain was lined with military camps, and the Honghu battle flags of the last dynasty were waving everywhere.

This stalemate has been going on for more than a month, and the number of troops is still increasing, and this sea of people alone can overwhelm the entire Heavenly Weapon City.

The end of the dynasty blocked the Heavenly Weapon City like this, and it was not allowed to enter or exit. It made the people of the entire Heavenly Weapon City panic.

Beyond the plain, there is a small city called Qishang.

It is not small to say that it is a small city, it is close to Tianqi City, it can be said to be the bridgehead of Tianqi City's commerce, and its prosperity is several grades higher than that of the top city of Saddle Youcheng.

This Qi Mall was born because of the Heavenly Weapon City, and also died because of the Heavenly Weapon City.

The only thing left of the prosperous scene of the past is depression, and from time to time there are armies stepping on it.

The bustling streets are full of dust, and the closed doors have long since been empty, leaving only the ground full of depression.

A group of people who did not belong to the city gathered here from all directions.

They each have different thoughts, and they rest here.

If someone who understands the rivers and lakes comes to this Qi Mall to carefully distinguish it, they will find that these uninvited guests are all famous people in a region.

They don't enter the official career, they don't join the army, they crawl and roll on the rivers and lakes, and they are all ruthless characters who pin their heads to their waists and are good at fighting alone.

Someone described these charlatans like that.

Where there is a benefit, drill where it is, and break the head for a little chance.

Is there a chance here?

Of course, when the Heavenly Weapon City throughout history was broken and devastated, I am afraid that even a brick is a fortune.

Qi Mall was very quiet, except for the occasional earth-shattering sound of horses trampling the ground, it was a little too quiet.

These old oilers are very patient, and if they look for a piece of land at random, they can sit for ten days and a half months, and eat a few bites of the dry food in the ring.

They don't trust anyone except people who have a relationship with life and death, and they won't go to the door, walk around, and connect with feelings.

They were just silently waiting for that moment. can make a lot of money while witnessing history.

The atmosphere of slaughter quietly permeated Qi Mall, which was the calm before the storm.

"Today is a good day, and tomorrow is a good day too!"

The shouting sounded on the avenue near the Central Plains.

A snow-white giant wolf swayed slowly on the avenue, and a young man dressed in black held a wine gourd in his hand.

Take a hard bite and shout a few more words.

That's called a refreshing, that's called a happy!

The atmosphere that ordinary people feel difficult to breathe seems to have no effect on him.

The young man's face was a little flushed, the smell of wine overflowed, he seemed to be a little drunk, he stroked the head of the giant wolf under him, "Little wolf, why are you walking so slowly on the avenue?

"Whew!" the wolf's head rubbed the boy's calloused palm affectionately, and continued to sway slowly down the avenue.

The ground seemed to shake twice.

The wolf head was indifferent, and the boy was also indifferent, "Little wolf, how many times has this been?"

"Whoa!"

"Four times?" The yellow sand behind him was all over the sky, and the sharp colors in the young man's eyes flashed, and he was still swaying slowly with the giant wolf on the avenue, without the slightest intention of avoiding.

"Your enthusiasm is like a fire!" the song became even louder.

The voice was getting closer, closer and closer, and it seemed to be behind him.

"Smack!"

The long whip breaks through the air!

A hint of sarcasm flashed at the corner of the young man's mouth, but he didn't wait for him to make a move.

"Smack!"

There was another whip, and it went towards the first long whip.

Strike back and throw it off.

"Xiao Jiu!" a mellow voice sounded, "Don't make trouble." ”

"Okay. The horse passed over the giant wolf, and the voice was still ringing, "Little boy, go home and wash and sleep, don't think about the dream of becoming famous! Ha ha. ”

One by one, the Hummers crossed the giant wolf, and laughter resounded in the air.

That enthusiasm and that wolf nature, the young man then thought of the Xuanbei guards who shocked him greatly.

Die, you have to die on the battlefield, even if you have a breath left, you have to complete the set task.

"I didn't expect it to be a group of elites!" Nangong Fan cracked the corners of his mouth, looked at Qi Mall, which was less than three hundred meters ahead, and patted the wolf's head, "Little wolf, keep up with Ben Shao!"

"Little brat, are you not convinced?" The man at the end tilted his head and looked at the wolf and child eating gray behind them with a smile on his face.

"No, I just wanted to tell you. The rivers and lakes are not places for soldiers to play. Nangong Fan showed his white teeth and laughed.

"Hahaha!"

"Can the little kid still tell us a big reason? There is danger ahead, go and play in the mud next to it. ”

"Be careful, don't fall. Nangong Fan kindly reminded the big man who tilted his head and didn't look at the road ahead.

"Tell you, boy, uncle, I won't fall off my horse even if I close my eyes. ”

"Really?" Nangong Fan's face became more and more strange.

"Boom!"

The roar was mixed with the painful neighing of the horses from the front.

"Hmm, crow's mouth!" the big man hurriedly reined in.

Nangong Fan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he could feel that from this moment on, the rebellion in Heavenly Instrument City had officially begun.

With just a slight pat on the wolf's head, the ice wolf almost instantly stopped moving forward.

It is in stark contrast to this strange and exquisite man.

It's not that he can't be skilled at home, it's just that the wolf king is too spiritual.

Nangong Fan looked at the flat road in front of him, and the twelve people who suddenly rushed to the sky, his eyes kept flashing.

The black clothes and masks are somewhat similar to the clothes of the Secret Society. The most important thing is that the people who are ambushed by the side of the avenue are all legends.

What are they doing in ambush with a bunch of light cavalry?

Nangong Fan was puzzled, but he didn't mean to make a move, so he sat on the wolf king with his hands on his chest, and watched from the wall near the battle group.

There seemed to be three words written on his face, "Don't mess with me!"

"Boy, let's go!" The big man who had just laughed with Nangong Fan finally grabbed the horse, and had the leisure to turn around and remind the little broken boy to leave quickly.

Nangong Fan's eyes didn't have any waves, and when he was in the Heavenly Bull Star, his heart was cold.

As long as Nangong Fan is adamant, even if the human race is eaten alive in front of him, although he will be angry, he is also very calm, and can even be said to be indifferent. What's more, at this time, it's just the mutual tilting of the human race.

Nangong Fan finally has some traces of the old rivers and lakes on his body, and it has nothing to do with himself.

I don't know if the blood in his heart is cold?

Dahan turned his head again, this is worthy of being an elite teacher, and the two leaders are even more legendary cultivators. Except for a few horses that were lost in a hurry, all personnel were fine.

Fortunately, it was the person who threw the whip and blocked the whip to wade into the muddy water first, otherwise the big pit that suddenly appeared would really make a person turn over on his back.

The horses sank into the pit that was neither small nor too small, but filled the avenue.

Two legends, cautiously looking around.

Without the help of the run, the cavalry was no longer so powerful, and the two thousand men and horses had the feeling of being surrounded by twelve men.

"The lackey of the Demon Gate!" The guy who shook Nangong Fan's whip was obviously a violent temper, and immediately gritted his teeth, "Twelve Demon Disciples!"

"Hmm! It's the Twelve Demons. Nangong Fan's eyes flashed, feeling interesting.

The boss of these twelve demons is a character of the same level as Zhong Nanzi and King Beiliang at the beginning.

It's just that Nangong Fan didn't feel that there was a perfect person in those twelve violent breaths, and it seemed that the boss hadn't broken through yet, and he had been left behind by the two guys.

"Kill!" the man at the peak waved his hand.

Twelve figures flickered, and they were killing two thousand people like this.

Pots and pans, eighteen kinds of martial arts.

These twelve people all used unpopular weapons.

Nangong Fan was about to take a good look at the skills of the Twelve Demon Disciples, who had a great reputation in the rivers and lakes, but suddenly found that a cold light was coming towards him.

It was a silver needle, piercing the space, wrapped in a blood-colored sheen, and bringing wind and waves.

It was a guy with a scorpion painted on his mask who threw it casually.

Nangong Fan's breath was constricted, making people not perceive the slightest threat, but that slightly resolute face, in the eyes of Lao Jianghu, looked like a guy who didn't have any hair, and he could throw out a needle or look at the ice wolf who looked a little fierce under him.

Nangong Fan sighed leisurely, please, I just want to see a lively scene.

What does it matter to me that your famous city and the last dynasty fought for life and death?

Hmm, my Dragon City is also one of the famous cities. Big brother, we're in this group!

Nangong Fan's mind turned, his hand reached out slightly, and he didn't see any fluctuations, and the burst of this middle-level legend was just held by him with one hand.

This silver needle kept beating between two fingers as if it had a soul, but it couldn't jump out of Nangong Fan's control.

Nangong Fan looked at the silver needle slightly, and the needle was a little green.

"Scorpions are poisonous! The ancients didn't deceive me!" Nangong Fan couldn't help but sigh when he smelled the slight fishy smell coming from it.

The scorpion didn't look at Nangong Fan when he threw out a needle in his face, what is there to see about a dead man?

"The ancients also taught me to treat others the way they did! I am a good baby, and I have to listen to the teachings of the ancient sages. Nangong Fan made a weak move, and his palm shook slightly.

The spirit of the silver needle seemed to be annihilated, and it slashed through the sky at a faster speed than when it came.

The same but more intense blood flickered in front of the scorpion's face.

The face of the scorpion, who was killing on a large scale, only felt a slight numbness in his arm.

With a light sigh, the toxins were permeated.

He bowed his head slightly, looking at the familiar silver needle inserted into his body, and his skin was dyed with a conspicuous layer of green.

His body shook slightly, dodging the slashing saber, and took out two bottles from his arms.

In between dodging, his fingers picked the cork and flew down, pouring it into his mouth.