Buwu Town, west square.

The light gradually brightened and brightened.

A group of teenagers are listlessly refining their bodies, but their minds are floating, where can they calm down.

The original strongest man in the town, Liangyong, disappeared.

The most important thing is that the encounter encountered by Wang Yan is like a miracle and splendid legend in a biographical drama, so dazzling that it makes their hearts flutter.

Whew.

Whew.

Occasionally, there were a few soft gasps, slightly relaxed. The muscles that had been tense and rooted in the ground were now unusually loose.

Gradually.

A strong sadness and a deep envy, like two spiral hurricanes, wrapped around the hearts of all teenagers and enveloped the audience.

From the trees on the side of the square, two or three cries came out, which were extremely crisp.

The light that filled this realm was completely brilliant and radiant, adding a touch of sultry heat to the already dull atmosphere of the square.

"Wang Yan, his luck is so good? I don't believe it. ”

"What's the use of saying this? What should we do? Why is Uncle Yong gone, or we should also go and ask Wang Yan for a reason, and let that Fang Cheng also teach us. ”

A group of teenagers whispered.

The girl who confided the 'truth' and proudly called herself a 'hero' had a look of shame on her face.

Lost and depraved?

Going astray?

Following Fang Cheng's and other peak powerhouses to refine their bodies is simply a dignified and righteous way, and it is the best and best opportunity.

"What a pity!"

The girl's eyes flashed with longing and fantasy: "Early yesterday morning, if I could push open the door and walk in, maybe I could accept His Excellency Fang Cheng's drill like Wang Yan." ”

At this very moment.

The teenagers' chattering stopped, and the birdsong around the square was very distinct, but they could only stare ahead in amazement—

Fang Cheng, a young man in white, followed by Taicui and Wang Yan, walked towards the outside of the town.

What made them numb was that Wang Yan was carrying a bag on his back, and looking at the reluctant look on his face, it seemed that he would never return.

Wang Yan wants to leave the town?

What about Fang Cheng? How could he take Fang Cheng away? Too much! All the teenagers clenched their fists angrily.

But no one dared to rush forward and question.

After all, yesterday's dusk, the fierce battle in the sky, and the sea of fire all showed the deceased's status as the peak powerhouse.

Who would dare?

No one dare!,

No matter how ignorant and ignorant he is, he also understands Fang Cheng's terrifying strength, and it is very likely that he is the legendary ultimate magician.

"Hateful!"

"I'm really unwilling!"

A group of teenagers stopped and watched, all of them forgot about the refining body, and a trace of melancholy suddenly rose in their hearts.

Such an opportunity is rare in 10,000 years.

If you miss it, you will never have it in your life.

At the same time, the residents of Buwu Town were also standing under the eaves and shade of the trees, silently watching Fang Cheng's back, walking farther and farther.

But they understood.

How could such a strong man live in a town for a long time? Judging by the direction they are heading, it should be the capital of the Xiaqiu Emperor, so it makes sense.

The strong man with a white cloth wrapped around his head and a faint stain of blood touched his head, and his face was bitter: "Outsider Fang Cheng?"

"We were talking about how to drive him away? outrageous, ridiculous, fortunately there was a fierce battle at high altitude, otherwise we would have offended him-"

"What are we going to do?"

The strong man muttered to himself.

His voice, as the breeze sounded in the ears of the surrounding residents, made them uneasy, and while they were happy, there was a hint of fear.

"Alas. ”

"It's good luck for you. The strong man pursed his lips and continued to bend down to sift through the food, ready to go to the road to sell it.

Fang Cheng, it's too far away from them.

The life of Buwu Town still goes on, leaving only the brilliant footprints of Fang Cheng, a transcendent and powerful outsider, and the glorious legend.

Outside the town of Buwu, the road is wide.

Fang Cheng strolled freely, and next to him was followed by Taicui and Wang Yan. After Fang Cheng proposed the idea of dual cultivation of warriors and magicians, Wang Yan was inexplicably excited.

Tai Cui was also pleasantly surprised.

Because Fang Cheng had already said that Wang Yan had a talent for light.

Leaving Buwu Town this time was to go to the Imperial Capital of Xiaqiu, so that Wang Yan could participate in the Demon Master Test and Assessment.

"Brother Fang, did I really become a magician?"

"That's a magician!"

"Mysterious!"

"Noble!"

Wang Yan's face was flushed, a little nervous, looking forward to it, as if he was about to reach the peak of this life and become a strong man.

Fang Cheng smiled faintly.

The next moment.

The wooden house on top of the four toothed horses passing by the side resembled a carriage, and the curtain of the wooden house suddenly opened, revealing a white face.

He's a low-level magician.

"It's a felony to talk about a demon at will, you know?" he narrowed his evil eyes, staring at Fang Cheng, and finally his gaze fell on Tai Cui's delicate body.

"Tsk. ”

He sighed in his heart, and suddenly, his heart was hot.

Such a stunner should belong to him. However, he is not a lustful soul, but the palm of his hand rotates like a phantom, condensing a stream of water, revealing the mysterious and noble identity of a magician.

After all.

Before looting, you have to find out what is going on.

Nine times out of ten, he made a move. Waiting until the carriage is captured, and then the concoction is trained, this kind of thing is the most interesting, and it cannot be rushed.

"You talk about it, you have committed a serious crime, but what do you have to say?" he asked gloomily.

Bang la blah.

The water swirled in his palm, and the area around him suddenly lowered a lot.

"Why is it so cold all of a sudden?"

"Shhh

"It's a magician!"

"There is a magician in that car, there is a magician in it!" the passers-by fled like birds and beasts, and stopped to watch from a distance.

Magicians are not something they can provoke.

If their anger reaches them, they can only endure and not protest. The noisy crowds on the wide road turned quiet in an instant.

Quietly.

Click.

You can even hear the cries of common harmless creatures coming from the trees beside the road, as if they have been rehearsed countless times.

"Huh?"

Fang Cheng raised his eyebrows, staring at the junior magician, and the corners of his mouth outlined an inexplicable smile: "You are a good person." ”

"What?" he said coldly, sitting on the seat of the Tooth Flame Horse, overlooking Fang Cheng, of course, his attention was focused on Tai Cui's delicate body and flower appearance.

Fang Cheng grinned.

He was thinking that this place was more than 100 kilometers away from Emperor Xiaqiu, and if he walked there, it would really delay time.

The wooden house in front of you is a good choice.

Fang Cheng said sincerely: "Thank you." ”

Subsequently.

Fang Chengyi pointed out, and the fingertips that were chimetic to the initial trajectory of the origin instantly cut through the space, piercing straight through the forehead of the junior mage.

Disheveled!

A splatter of blood.

On the forehead of the junior mage, a small blood hole appeared. He had just revealed his identity, and was about to test the situation with words, but he didn't think of it at all-

Fang Cheng didn't give him a chance to speak, and directly pointed to death.

"Alright, come down. Fang Cheng grabbed the junior magician's arm, ripped it off the wooden house, and then climbed onto the wooden house.

Taicui and Wang Yan were stunned and also boarded up.

"It's scary. ”

Wang Yan glanced at the motionless corpse lying on the side of the road, and couldn't help but shrink his neck, forcibly pressing the fear in his heart.

Taicui is well-informed, but he is very calm.

"Go to the Imperial Capital of Xiaqiu, and when you get to the place, these toothed horses are all yours. Fang Cheng said to the middle-aged man riding the toothed horse.

"Yes, sir. The man trembled, and hurriedly drove his fang-fiery horse in the direction of the Xiaqiu Imperial Capital.

Both sides of the road.

A group of people who stopped in the distance, waiting for the mysterious magician to make a move in person, and showed their magic moves, were instantly silent.

There are birds flapping their wings in the sky.

There are toothed horses trampling the ground on the road.

They were all shocked and inexplicable, and stood in a daze, waiting for the toothy horse to disappear from the horizon before the heated discussion boiled.

"Who is that young man in white?"

"Kill a magician with one finger, is it the white-clothed Sword Saint?"

"No, the white-clothed Sword Saint carries a slender silver sword, he is definitely not a white-clothed Sword Saint! and he seems to be younger than the white-clothed Sword Saint!"

Passers-by were chattering, and it took a while for the road to return to normal.

——

The imperial capital of Xiaqiu.

The city wall that is more than 50 meters high is painted with gold and silver patterns, and it looks like a delicate and brilliant handicraft from a distance.

"Hmm. ”

Fang Cheng lifted the curtain of the wooden house, looked ahead, and then looked back at Wang Yan and Tai Cui: "It's here, let's go in." ”