Seeing that the woman's injuries had recovered well, Han Bing got up and left the woods after leaving her a few pills again.

Until Han Bing disappeared from view, Chen Xin couldn't calm down the excitement in her heart, she felt that she had met a nobleman.

Han Bing came out of the woods, unfolded the Ice Escape Technique, and flew quickly towards the middle of the continent, his target was the Imperial City, he was confident that as long as he did not meet a cultivator who had reached the late stage of Sainthood, his disguise would not be seen through by the other party.

A few days later, Han Bing had been on his way, and when he was approaching the periphery of the imperial city, he appeared in a hidden corner, tidied up his outfit slightly, and walked towards the city gate with his cane, where he did not dare to use the ice escape technique at will, so as not to attract the attention of the powerful monk.

As soon as you arrive at the city gate, it is extremely lively, and there is an endless stream of people entering and leaving the city, most of whom are monks, but also many mortals.

Han Bing walked at the back of the crowd, carefully looking at the people around him with his divine sense, and after knowing that there were no monks above the Holy Stage among these people, he relaxed a little, and walked in the direction of the city gate along the flow of people.

Guarding the city gate were more than a dozen soldiers in armor, except for the leader who was a Huayuan monk, the rest were all in the soul stage, they just stood quietly on both sides of the city gate, and they did not interrogate the passing crowd one by one, and only when they encountered someone they felt suspicious, they would come forward to stop them.

Han Bing's face was calm, these guards naturally couldn't help him, almost half a pillar of incense, he followed the flow of people into the city, and the soldiers guarding the city didn't take a second look at him, an old man who was not good-looking.

There are many shops on both sides of the street in the city, most of the shops here are specially opened for monks, although the streets are lively, but they are not noisy, giving people a solemn atmosphere, from time to time, there will be royal guards patrolling by bicycles, Han Bing didn't go far from staying, he noticed something strange, he guessed, something must have happened in the imperial city.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" There was a scolding behind him, and another patrol team came over, Han Bing was secretly surprised in his heart, in just one pillar of incense, there were already three waves of patrols here.

Han Bing remained silent, and came to a shop next to him, this shop is a store that sells maps, and there are few people in front of the counter at this moment, after all, not everyone needs such a valuable thing as a map.

Behind the counter, an old man with gray hair raised his head and glanced at Han Bing, then ignored it and continued to draw a pattern in his hand.

Han Bing didn't care, his gaze slowly swept over the counter, after looking at all the items, his eyes showed a little disappointment, he sighed lightly in his heart, and his gaze fell back on one of the maps, this is a full map of the Red Mountain Star, and the words "Jane Map" are written on the label remarks.

There are also many levels of maps, from coarse to fine, and the price difference between detailed maps and simple maps is also very large.

"Does the guest officer have anything you like?" the shopkeeper asked with a flat voice, and there was no emotion on his face.

"Hongshan Star Map, is there any more detail?" Han Bing's eyelids raised slightly, and he asked casually, what he really cared about was that he hadn't seen any information about the star map from the store, and as for the map, he didn't care very much.

"Nope. The old man replied, "The detailed map of the Red Mountain Star is only available to the royal family, and it will not be sold to the outside world, don't you know?"

Han Bing smiled slightly: "I forgot about this. ”

The old man snorted lightly in his nose and continued to take care of the pattern in his hand, in his opinion, although Han Bing's spiritual power fluctuated slightly, he was just an ordinary monk with an extremely low cultivation, so he didn't pay attention to it.

"I want this map. Han Bing said, flipped over with his right hand, and according to the marked price, took out some spirit stones and put them on the counter.

"Oh?" the old man was slightly surprised, but when he saw a large number of spirit stones on the counter, he was sure that Han Bing was a real buyer, and his attitude immediately softened a lot, "Guest officer, please wait a moment." After speaking, he quickly took out the map jade slip from the counter and handed it to Han Bing, with a smile on his face.

"The guest officer is not a local, right?" the old man asked when he saw Han Bing accept the jade slip.

"Is there any problem?" Han Bing nodded, he didn't have a good impression of this shopkeeper, he just didn't want to deal with him, and the mere soul cultivator couldn't get into his eyes.

"That's not true, don't misunderstand the guest officer, it's just that the imperial city has not been peaceful recently, since the guest officer is a living person, it is better to be careful. The shopkeeper was a little embarrassed and said.

"Oh, what's happened in the Imperial City lately?" asked Han Bing suspiciously.

"Haven't you heard? The little prince of the royal family has been assassinated, and some high-ranking officials have been killed one after another recently, and the royal family is trying their best to track it down, and it is said that there are already some eyebrows. The shopkeeper's eyes glanced out of the door, and when he saw that there was no one around, he whispered.

Han Bing listened to this, and pondered slightly, guessing that this matter was likely to be related to the Snow Sect, and the late Huayuan monk he killed a few days ago was probably also an official of the royal family. At that moment, he didn't linger any longer, turned around and left the store.

Han Bing came to the street and walked along the main road, the more he walked, the more he felt that the atmosphere was wrong, suddenly, he felt that there was a strong divine sense locked on him, his heart was agitated, but his face was silent, his feet did not pause, and he still walked forward unhurriedly.

After that divine consciousness stayed on him for a long time, he gradually withdrew, Han Bing breathed a sigh of relief, he clearly felt that the cultivation of the master of that divine consciousness was powerful, at least it should be a cultivation above the middle stage of sainthood, and the cultivation was above himself, he couldn't accurately judge the specific strength of the other party.

I hope he won't find any clues from himself, Han Bing walked all the way, thinking that he had been as careful as possible when he killed that late stage Huayuan cultivator, and he shouldn't leave any traces.

Han Bing was walking, and ten zhang away in front of him, a figure fell from the sky, standing upright in the middle of the road, staring at Han Bing.

"Your Excellency is a Snow Sect monk?" The person who came was a middle-aged woman, although she no longer looked young, she still had a bit of a look, her long hair was neatly tied behind her head, and her convex and concave body was revealed under the strong suit.

Han Bing stopped and looked at the woman quietly, the woman's cultivation had surpassed him, and he had already recognized that this woman was the master of the divine sense just now.

"What's the matter?" Han Bing's eyes were calm, but his right hand couldn't help but clench the crutches in his hand.

The woman didn't speak, just stared at Han Bing, the more she observed, the more frightened she became, the old man in front of her seemed to only have a cultivation around the Enlightenment Period, and the spiritual power fluctuations in her body were not obvious, but it gave her an unfathomable feeling, this feeling would only appear when she met a powerful cultivator whose cultivation was much higher than her own.