Zhao Qi walked out of the restaurant, Chen Deng's words, he couldn't believe them all, and he didn't believe them. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The Hanging Ancient City is a city of treasures, and for the layout of the Great Power, some chicken ribs and useless magic weapons will be thrown in the Hanging Ancient City.

Of course, the treasures in the Hanging Ancient City will not be easily obtained by the members of the Blood Book.

He once said that the suspended ancient city can only stay for half a year, whether it is the phantom array he laid out, it can only last for half a year.

Zhao Qi didn't know, since he didn't have a clue now, he could only go to see the so-called prefect's daughter first.

Zhao Qi left the restaurant, he looked for someone to ask where the prefect lived, and walked directly to the prefect.

Zhao Qi walked for more than ten minutes, he walked into an alley, and found a ragged teenager squatting in a corner, shivering.

The boy was scarred by whipping, and in front of him was a tattered clay bowl and a broken stick.

The young man was sobbing quietly, if it weren't for Zhao Qi's good hearing, he wouldn't have heard the sound of the young man crying at all.

It's like that feeling, I want to cry, but I don't dare to cry.

Zhao Qi's expression was calm, the young man was very pitiful, but he had seen people who were more pitiful than the young man.

Walking through the young man, turning the corner, it was the residence of the prefect, Zhao Qi was just about to step out of the alley, his heart suddenly moved, and he turned back.

Coming to the young man, Zhao Qi looked at the young man quietly, and for a long time, he took out a dagger from the mustard seed Sumeru and threw it on the ground.

Ding dong!

The sound of the dagger touching the ground made the young man slowly raise his head, his face was covered with whip marks, and the scars that were still healing looked extremely terrifying.

The young man looked at Zhao Qi, then at the dagger on the ground, there was a complicated look in his eyes, and after a few seconds, he buried his head between his arms again.

"The road is already in front of you."

After Zhao Qi finished speaking, he turned around and left directly, and just as he was about to walk out of the alley, an extremely hoarse voice stopped Zhao Qi.

"Hero, wait a minute."

Hoarse and weak, Zhao Qi thought for a while, he turned around again and returned to the young man.

Squat down, take a little bit of silver from the mustard seed Sumeru and put it in a bowl.

Zhao Qi sneered: "A full meal, a dagger, the rest of the way, you choose." ”

"Much, thank you." The young man struggled up, he trembled, and wanted to give Zhao Qi a trick.

Zhao Qi endured the boy's manipulation openly, the boy smiled, he looked at Zhao Qi with a broken arm, squatted down, picked up the broken wooden stick, and handed it to Zhao Qi: "Hero, I don't like to accept favors, thank you for respecting me." ”

Zhao Qi nodded, he used his left hand to catch the broken wooden stick, and then turned to leave.

This time, Zhao Qi did not turn back, the Tai'a sword in his hand entered the dantian, led the broken wooden stick in his left hand, and walked to the place where the prefect lived.

The wooden stick, just an ordinary wooden stick, Zhao Qi didn't find anything special, he thought about it, threw the wooden stick into the mustard seed Sumeru, and walked alone to the place where the prefect lived.

Where the prefect is located, the front door is overcrowded, and many people in strange costumes are standing at the door of the prefect, Zhao Qi swept it and found twelve members of the blood book.

"Twelve, for such a big matter as the prefect's daughter, there are only twelve members of the Blood Book, if you add Chen Deng and his wife, this is only fourteen, plus me, there are only fifteen?"

Zhao Qi stood quietly at the back.

"Or rather, people are separated according to the time of day they enter the gate."

Chang You has the ability to divide people into many parts, and now that he has opened up, there are only twelve members of the Blood Book in front of the prefect's house, which is really too few.

"It should be separated."

Zhao Qi stood behind a group of people, and a few seconds later, people came behind Zhao Qi one after another.

About a stick of incense, Zhao Qi saw Chen Deng and his wife behind him, and after another stick of incense, the door of the prefect finally opened.

Coming out of the prefect's mansion was a guard with a knife, he looked at the group of people in the black press, and his face was full of politeness: "I feel that all the strange people are coming, it is a great honor, the master's daughter has a strange disease, if someone can cure the young lady, the master will present a galloping painting of ten thousand horses."

I think you also know the role of the Ten Thousand Horses galloping painting. ”

"Legend has it that the things of immortals, with this painting, you can seek immortal fate."

"Hurry up and take us in, I'm sure I'll treat Miss's illness."

"There are so many people, you can't try them one by one, is there a screening method."

The guard with the knife smiled on his face: "Hehe, don't worry, those who can enter the prefect are the first screening method, everyone, please." ”

"Walk into the prefect's house, joke."

A burly man closest to the gate had a look of disdain on his face, and after he took the guards away, he was the first to walk towards the prefect's gate.

Bang!

As soon as the burly man touched the gate, he was directly bounced away, Zhao Qi looked at the burly man who flew out from the top of his head, and his expression was indifferent.

The burly man fell from mid-air, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and the rest of the people were in an uproar, this burly man touched the door of the prefect's mansion and was directly ejected?

"This, this ....."

"What's going on?"

"Oh, the door of the prefect was once forbidden by the immortals, and those who have no ability can't even enter the gate of the prefect."

A young man with a long sword in his hand had a sarcastic smile on his face, and he straddled the sword at his waist and walked towards the gate of the prefect's mansion.

"Will he be able to get through?"

"I don't know, the person was so strong just now, he was all bounced away, he was so thin, he probably would be bounced farther."

Around, there was a sound of discussion, and the moment the young man with the long sword touched the door, his body suddenly retreated, and then beads of sweat began to appear on his face.

The young man with the long sword had a hideous face, but he let his body go little by little and squeezed through the gate of the prefect's mansion.

As soon as the sword youth got his last foot in, he immediately bent down and gasped for breath.

"Not bad, not bad!" The guard with the knife looked indifferent: "But this is only the first screening, only those with real skills can see Miss." ”

"Rest assured, I have confidence in myself."

Seeing the young man with the long sword entering, the people outside the prefect immediately became agitated, and many people began to walk towards the gate of the prefect, but not all of them had the ability, and more people took the opportunity to mix up.

After a while, a member of the Blood Book began to walk towards the gate of the prefect, Zhao Qi concentrated, this member of the Blood Book bought the gate, his expression was relaxed, his pace, and the rhythm did not change at all.

It seems that the prohibition that prevents many people has no effect on him.

The eyes of the guard with the knife suddenly lit up, and a smile appeared on his face: "This young man, how to call it?" ”