Listening to the sword continued to ask, "Don't you want to live forever?" ”

Zhao Feng was puzzled: "Why do you want to live forever, if the boss and the eldest are with me, it is not impossible to live forever, of course, there are you, master, and Aunt Fu Juan, Uncle Chu, ......."

Listening to the sword, he listened to the various chatters of the little apprentices behind him, smiled, and then looked resolute.

It was already three days later when the two arrived at their destination, and although they had passed through a lot of cities these days, they had not stopped listening to the sword, and even resting was in the deep mountains and forests.

Zhao Feng saw the city from a long distance on the sword, and when he saw it from a distance, he felt extraordinary, the towering city wall used an extremely rare black stone city, full of thick and solid feeling, and the center above the city gate was engraved with the three words of dragon flying and phoenix dancing in the continental lingua franca - black stone city.

Dafan City is not allowed to fly as long as it is not a special circumstance, listening to the sword and Zhao Feng dropped the flying sword a hundred meters outside the city, Zhao Feng, who stepped on the ground, looked at the "behemoth" in front of him and only felt that the vision was greatly satisfied, and when he was in the sky, he felt very big, and he really felt the heavy breath when he arrived on the ground.

Listening to the sword leading him into the city, the endless stream of pedestrians, all kinds of shouting made Zhao Feng overwhelmed, I couldn't wait for a few more shadows, looking at Zhao Feng's excited appearance, listening to the sword did not urge, let him stop and go, and really let Zhao Feng pass.

However, Zhao Feng also remembered what he came for, and after holding a lot of things in his arms, he asked with a solemn face: "Master, when will we open the spirit." ”

Tingjian glanced at Zhao Feng's arms and said lightly: "You still know that you are here to open the spirit." ”

Zhao Feng smiled embarrassedly, and listened to the sword and continued: "I'll go again tomorrow, I want to have a good rest today, and you will be tired tomorrow." ”

As soon as he heard that he was not going to go today, Zhao Feng's eyes instantly lit up, and he began to sweep all kinds of streets in various ways, what he had seen and heard, but everything he had played, he swept them all.

This game is played from the middle of the day to the sunset, but it is rare that today's listening sword is extraordinarily cooperative, which makes Zhao Feng very puzzled, according to his master's temper, shouldn't he frown and express dissatisfaction.

Tingjian looked at the little apprentice who looked puzzled about himself, and didn't think about his little Jiujiu, led him to a big inn, handed over the spirit stone, and found a corner table to sit down.

Zhao Feng looked at the diners around him with some curiosity, and asked in a low voice, "Master, are the people here all immortal cultivators?" ”

Listening to Jian, he took a sip of tea unhurriedly, frowned with some disgust, and put down the teacup casually: "Not all, most of the cities are immortals, if the city belongs to the principality, those countries will send troops to maintain order, if it is a neutral city, there are city lords who set up various institutions to maintain the stability of the city." ”

Zhao Feng continued: "However, what if a mortal is bullied by an immortal cultivator, he will definitely not be able to beat it." ”

Listening to the sword: "Although there are many people who cultivate immortals, they are still far less than the number of mortals, and those who cultivate immortals are not allowed to use force against mortals, which is a recognized rule on the mainland." ”

Zhao Feng nodded plausibly, and wanted to ask something, but was interrupted by a discordant voice.

"Where did this come from, I don't even know that people who are still cultivating immortals will bully mortals, mortals are like ants to us, who goes back to deal with ants, hahahaha."

Zhao Feng turned his head to look at the source of the voice, and saw a man sitting at a table in the center looking at him with a provocative expression, and what he said just now was undoubtedly what he said.

Zhao Feng carefully looked at the people at this table, the four men, all of them didn't seem to be very old, the clothes on their bodies were all the same, they seemed to be from the same sect, and the other three people at the same table ignored the eyes of the people around them, continued to eat and drink, and did not react to the words of their companions.

Zhao Feng looked at the diners around him again, the hall had become unusually quiet since the person had spoken before, and a few of the guests were full of resentment, but they just bowed their heads silently.

The man looked at Zhao Feng without reacting, but looked left and right, and wanted to say something again, but the person who came with him pulled down his sleeve and shook his head, the disciple sneered, and stopped talking, and the atmosphere in the hall slowly eased.

Listening to the sword from beginning to end, he didn't react the whole time, eating indifferently, as if it was not his apprentice who was sarcastic just now.

Zhao Feng lowered his head to eat, he could hear that the person was targeting him just now, but the two of them had never met, he was just a child, why did he target himself like this.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next day it was slightly bright, and when he heard the sword, he took Zhao Feng out of the door, and the Black Rock City in the early morning was very quiet, with a layer of mist but no coolness. Zhao Feng felt that this scene was somewhat familiar. Listening to the sword, he looked at the little apprentice who was frowning and took the initiative to speak: "Don't you think it's familiar." ”

Zhao Feng nodded, and listened to the sword and continued: "I think you can also see the origin of the name of Black Stone City, it is the black stone that is all over the city. ”

"Blackstone, Blackstone, ah! It's the Spirit Stone! Zhao Feng suddenly realized.

Tingjian nodded: "To be exact, it is the black stone that is basically free of chaotic qi." ”

As they spoke, the two of them had already walked outside the city, and the sword was not enough time to make tea, and when the sword fell again, there was a huge canyon in front of them, saying that it was a canyon, but if you looked at it from a very high air, you would find that it was a very small branch of a huge crack.

There are soldiers guarding the gate of the canyon, I don't know where the troops are stationed, unlike Black Rock City, there are already many people here, although there are also traders but there are no mortals, most of the people are divided into a small group, there are dozens of people, there are more than a dozen people, of course, the least is still listening to the sword master and apprentice, the two who are lonely.

Listening to the sword without squinting and taking Zhao Feng directly to the entrance, the person guarding the door at the entrance seems to be even more extraordinary, exuding a dignified aura on his body, if it weren't for listening to the sword, probably Zhao Feng would have already arrived, the people around him seemed to be familiar with this unique duo, and only one person noticed, these two people, or listening to the sword.

Not far from the entrance, there is a large number of people, each of them exudes the aura of a gatekeeper, a few are even higher than them, in the middle of the team is a gorgeous and unusual sedan chair, and the man closest to the sedan chair is the one who has been staring at the sword, the man's eyes are calm, staring at the figure of the sword without saying a word, as if he is thinking about something.

The master and apprentice who walked into the canyon didn't stay too long, listening to the sword and sword galloping rapidly inward at a height that no one could see, Zhao Feng didn't think it was interesting, this canyon seemed to be surrounded by a thick fog and it was hazy.

Zhao Feng looked down boredly, but saw an unexpected "acquaintance", the person he met at the inn yesterday who was sarcastic at him, and that person was now crowded together with a group of people dressed the same as him.