She also went in the direction of the Holy Courtyard and followed Jimoya's carriage......

The cousin did not want to see her, she walked along the footsteps and breath he had left behind, and she felt happy, except for the slightest pain......

As soon as Jimoya entered the city, it received great attention from all sides.

In the courtyard of leisure somewhere in the holy courtyard, there is an old locust tree with a large stone table under the tree.

The two old men were playing against Go, and the chessboard was already dark, but the two old men had a humble and gentlemanly smile on their faces, calm and calm.

"You guys from the Mo family are here, didn't you just advance to the Xuanling Master some time ago? Why, today he has become a middle-level Xuan Ling Master, but the old man is dizzy. "This is the Murong Qiong of the Murong family.

Strictly speaking, the foreign family that belongs to Jimoya has a certain blood relationship with Jimoya, but the Murong family is very large, and the bloodline is relatively scattered, so it does not belong to the immediate family.

Jimo Kaiyuan He's red skin, even his face was red, and he said loudly, "This kid is really nonsense, the family has repeatedly asked him to come step by step, down-to-earth cultivation, what is this kid doing so quickly, it seems that he has to teach him a lesson......"

There is also a barefoot man next to him, with a big waist and a round waist, with a round appearance, he stands on only one foot, the golden rooster is independent, and the other foot is lifted by his hand in his hand, and the dead skin is pulled in the center of the foot, the legendary image of the big man who picks his feet.

This is Shangqiu Zero of the Shangqiu family, Wang Lingshi.

"Jimo Kaiyuan, you have to sell cheaply, see your grandson is so hard, the old man is angry......"

Jimo Kaiyuan couldn't hold it back, and laughed.

As soon as he was proud, he accidentally let Murong Qiong on the opposite side win the chess, Murong Qiong stretched out his hand, "Come on, come on, the old man won, bet on a purple-level magic weapon, bring it." ”

Jimo Kaiyuan was rare and willing, and took out the bet.

He is good at refining weapons, but he is stingy, and if he loses chess, he usually regrets countless moves, and he has to fight a fight in the end before he comes up with a bet.

"One more plate, another plate!" Jimo Kaiyuan is in a good mood, and he has to have a plate.

The old man Murong Qiong was worried that the magic weapon he won would not be guaranteed, so he waved his hand and couldn't come.

The big man who picked his feet sat down, "The old man will have a plate with you!" If you win, the old man will give you a million spirit stones, and if you lose, our family's Yan'er, you will give a guarantee, give it to your family's boy, borrow a seed, and give birth to a descendant, you must stay in our Shangqiu family, do you want to do it? ”

Jimo Kaiyuan's face suddenly fell, "Do you think it's a sow to give birth?" This kid's marriage is a headache for his mother, and the old man doesn't wade into this troubled water! Besides, even if it is seeded, it is also from our Jimo family, and the patriarch will never let the bloodline spread outside......"

"Then you can play chess with yourself." The big man picks his feet and is independent, standing up and picking his feet.

"Hey, hey, everything is negotiable, come and go, come and ......"

A hundred miles away from the holy city, there is a small village called Kamen Town.

There are a variety of masks in the area, and it has become a custom for pedestrians in the town to come and go wearing masks.

Some monks who come to the Holy City, when they are interested, will bend here and bring a few masks back to give or commemorate.

The masks here are all real materials obtained from the battlefield of the demon clan, and they are all stripped from the heads of the demon clan.