The people of Spirit Beast Mountain slowly disappeared at the end of the wide passage, and finally entered the interior of the Sifang City. And it was only at this time that the previously frustrated young king slowly got up.

Although the young king was arrogant, he knew that everyone present had seen his embarrassed appearance, and he must have guessed that it was the work of Spirit Beast Mountain. At this moment, he felt a hot pain on his cheeks, as if he had been slapped in the face.

"Whew!"

After the young king got up, he jumped straight down from the platform with his hands propped up.

"Boss!"

"Boss, where are you going?"

The teenagers sitting around the Young King didn't understand his thoughts, and they couldn't help but call out when they saw the Young King walking lonely towards the depths of the slums.

However, despite the shouts of the boys, the young king did not turn his head, and soon his figure disappeared behind the bleak shack in the distance.

"What's wrong with the Young King?" Zebuto was also full of puzzlement when he saw the strange behavior of the Young King.

"It's okay, it should be that his self-esteem is too strong, and he can't accept the blows of outsiders for a while!" The keen He Yifei seemed to see a hint of clues.

"Who hit him?" Zebuto looked at He Yifei with a puzzled expression.

"Well, maybe he noticed the gap between himself and the disciples of Spirit Beast Mountain!" He Yifei couldn't say it clearly, so he could only vaguely say it.

Looking at He Yifei's appearance of wanting to speak and stopping, Ze Butuo was even more confused. However, after all, he was a sensible person, and he didn't want to force others, so he had to turn his head to look behind the shack, hoping to find the shadow of the young king.

The departure of the young king did not affect the continued appreciation of the poor. Today, they were able to meet the people of the Spirit Beast Mountain Purple Immortal Cave, and their hearts were already very satisfied. However, only nearly half of the day has passed, and they are even more looking forward to seeing more strong people appear. Therefore, none of the poor people on either side of the passage chose to leave.

However, the famous ancient sects who live in seclusion in the wilderness are well aware of preconceived notions and will never choose the same passage to enter the city.

After all, the arrival of the Xianmen was to be able to attract talents for their own sect. However, in the entire Sifang City, there are only a handful of people with outstanding talents, which is a great attraction for any sect.

At this time, on the other three passages leading to Sifang City, many immortal sect forces also appeared one after another. Of course, there are some small sects among them.

However, for ordinary people, even some weak sects are still unattainable existences. After all, those who can defend their mountain gates in the dangerous wilderness must have a strength that ordinary people can't match.

Except for the disciples of Spirit Beast Mountain who rode into the city on their war pets, the rest of the forces all chose the horses that Sifang City had prepared for them in advance.

Today, with the advanced science and technology of Sifang City, many chariots have been manufactured. However, these mecha devices are the most inaccessible to cultivators. In contrast, they prefer to ride flesh-and-blood horses.

Looking at the endless stream of figures on the passage in front of him, the poor people who were watching also began to talk in a low voice with the people beside them, wanting to confirm the identities of those immortals who came from afar. All of a sudden, there was a murmur of chirping in the sea of people.

It was not until the sun was about to set that the poor people began to disperse in twos and threes.

Although there may be a fairy gate passing by here tomorrow, these poor people, after all, will have to go back to their respective districts to receive the nutrient solution they need. Moreover, the chill of the night is not something that these ordinary poor people can resist. Rather than starve and dry up here, it is better to go back to the humble shack and sleep well.

However, on both sides of the passage, there are still some persistent paupers waiting. Because, they found that the gate leading to the outer armament zone had not yet been closed. This shows that there may be strong people on their way.

The hard work paid off, and when the sunset finally fell on the high wall in the distance, dozens of horses rushed from the armament area.

"Another strong man is coming!"

Seeing this scene, those who did not choose to leave became excited again.

Now, the poor people on both sides of the passage have left seventy or eighty percent, which also gives the poor people who have been wandering behind the opportunity to get close to the passage and watch. Although it was a little dark, they could still see the clothes of the people who came from a distance.

"It's someone from Martial God Mountain!"

On the platform, Zebuto and He Yifei did not choose to leave. By the outfit of the man on horseback, Zebhutto could tell at a glance where they came from.

"The people of Martial God Mountain, we have nine martial gods in Sifang City, I don't know which martial god's subordinate they belong to?" Hearing the name of the martial god, He Yifei also came to the spirit.

"Look, the same place on their chests is embroidered with the word 'Hugh'! It seems that they should be the disciples of the Emperor Xiu Martial God!" Zebuto quickly determined the origin of the comer.

"Emperor Xiu Martial God?yes, it should be his person!" He Yifei stared at it, and also saw the word "Xiu" embroidered on the left chest of those people.

"Even if you can't enter the Immortal Sect Ancient Sect such as Spirit Beast Mountain, it's a good choice to be lucky enough to enter the Martial God Sect!" Watching those sturdy Martial God disciples rush past him, Ze Butuo sighed again.

"Nonsense, the entire Sifang City is under the joint control of the Nine Great Martial Gods, and in their hands, they have all our resources! With such a strong logistical support, it is enough to create a group of strong men who are not weaker than the Immortal Gate!" He Yifei couldn't help but roll his eyes at him when he heard Ze Buto's murmur.

"Yes, I'm afraid, the strength of the Nine Great Martial Gods should not be inferior to those leaders of the Immortal Gate Ancient Sect, right? The only difference is that they are not as profound as those Immortal Gate Ancient Sects!" Ze Butuo held his chin with his right hand and nodded slightly.

"However, even though Martial God Mountain has a good strength, I still prefer those secluded immortal sects! Idle clouds and wild cranes, carefree, is the life I want the most!" He Yifei let out a sigh of relief, and finally said the idea that had been in his heart for a long time.

"Alright, Zebto, it's time for us to go. It seems that the gates of the armament zone should have been closed, and today, I am afraid that there will be no more strong people!"

Looking at the empty passage in front of him, He Yifei slowly came back to his senses, he stretched out his finger and pointed to the crowd that was gradually spreading in the east, and got up gently.

"Yes, it's time to go back, and before I know it, I've been squatting here for a day!" Zebuto said, also holding himself up on the platform under him.

"By the way, Yifei, I'm going to come early tomorrow!Do you want me to call you?" Zebuto asked He Yifei as soon as he slipped off the platform.

"Zebhutto, I won't be here tomorrow! I'm no better than you, with outstanding results. The celebration ceremony is about to begin, and I want to take advantage of this short few days to work hard!" He Yifei thought of his performance in the past ten years, and his heart was empty and decadent.

"Sharpen the gun in battle, if you are not happy, it will be light! Yifei, I believe that you will also be selected by the Xianmen!" Ze Butuo saw He Yifei's loss, and couldn't help but start to comfort him.

The two teenagers walked slowly towards the depths of the slum, and none of them knew what their tomorrow would look like.