There is no county order in Yueqing Kingdom, and there is only one witch lord in the title of the supreme governor of the settlements above the town, and the one who is in charge of the town is called the witch lord, the one who is in charge of the city is called the witch lord, and the one who is in charge of the entire Yueqing country is still called the witch lord. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just that among these witch masters, the level of cultivation and the size of the ruling area and the size of the population are used as the measure of status.

"Stop! Outsider! This is the mansion of Lord Wu Zun of Qinglan City. ”

Li Xiaobai's dress is really conspicuous, standing on the street of Qinglan City, it is like a light in the dark night, the brute Yong who guards the Witch Lord's Mansion saw him from afar, and as soon as he came to the door, he shouted to stop.

"I'm a warlock from the Great Martial Dynasty, and I'm here to report!"

Li Xiaobai's purpose in coming to Qinglan City was not only to report, but also to find out the news, so as to facilitate his actions in Yueqing, so as not to run into it like a headless fly.

Knowing that the other side can survive a hundred battles, he is not like a stupid person who crashes headlong into the trap of the Heavenly Cult, his cultivation is not high in the first place, and if he takes the initiative to die, he is really looking for death.

The barbarians of the Witch Lord's Mansion seemed to be a little unable to believe that the weak young man leading the horse in front of him was actually a foreign monk, and in their impressions, the monks from outside the Yue Qing Kingdom were either middle-aged or old, and it was unheard of at all to be so young.

Yue Qingguo is not a quiet and peaceful land, all kinds of unimaginable witchcraft, even the black barbarians themselves may not be able to count.

When a foreign monk with a weak cultivation comes to this country, I am afraid that it will not be long before he will be plundered, and even die without a place to be buried.

To a certain extent, these brute cognitions are generally not wrong, in addition to age, Xiaobai does meet the standards of murderers.

The spear-wielding brutes looked at each other, and one of them said, "Please wait a moment, I will go and report." ”

After a while, the brute who went to report turned around, his attitude changed significantly, and he said, "Please come with the little one!"

There was obvious awkwardness in the accent of this "childe".

Although Yue Qingguo is in the same language as the Dawu Dynasty, there is no such thing as a son in China, and the barbarian son is afraid that it is awkward to hear it, so it is still based on the respect given to Li Xiaobai in the identity of a monk.

"Please!"

Li Xiaobai handed over the reins of the horse to the man who guarded the door, and followed.

The Wu Lord's Mansion occupies a large area, but it does not have the high wall style of the deep courtyard of the Great Wu Dynasty, the trees behind the low wall that is almost one person high are tall and forested, and the rough boulders are not even polished at all, they are directly piled up, but they are stacked tightly with each other into a barbarian style building.

In a deep boulder hall, Li Xiaobai saw the witch lord of Qinglan City, Wu Zunzhong.

The other party was a thin old man, a piece of half-old coarse cloth was draped diagonally, wrapped around his waist, not like a piece of clothing at all, but a large piece of cloth hung directly on his body and became a shameful thing.

In addition to the rows of leather rolls on bamboo shelves, a few crooked cabinets, a large straw mat and a low table on the ground, more than a dozen oil lamps distributed in the corners, exuding a faint fragrance, and a bunch of vigorous bonfires.

There is nothing else, and the furnishings in this stone hall are very simple.

"You're a warlock from the Great Martial Dynasty, and you're here alone?"

Wu Zunzhong Wu opened his cloudy eyes, and with a word, he revealed Li Xiaobai's origin.

"That's right, I'm alone!"

Li Xiaobai nodded, and didn't wait to say hello, he came straight to Wu Zun, and sat cross-legged on the straw mat directly, with a low table between the two, sitting opposite each other.

There was a barbarian woman holding a wooden plate and placing a pottery bowl and a plate of fruit in front of Li Xiaobai, which was a simple guest reception.

Wu Zunzhong Wu said suspiciously: "The first acquaintance realm is high-level, it shouldn't be enough for the sword to fly over the Dry Dragon Mountain, right?"

If you don't follow the sea ship to Yueqing Kingdom, you can only fly over the mountainous area where the two countries are bordered and filled with poisonous miasma, let alone a warlock who is new to the realm, even if you want to fly directly with a sword in the God Refining Realm, you have to take a little risk.

He would never have thought that this young warlock from the Great Martial Dynasty would fly directly over with a True Dan Realm demon.

I did encounter some little demons on the way, but before they could get closer, the demon clan was so frightened that they scattered and fled, and they didn't dare to feed a frog with a hundred of their guts.

"Good luck!"

Li Xiaobai was directly vague, the existence of Qing Yao and Hong Li, he was not as casual as letting people know.

"Name, sect, age, cultivation! I'll just write it down here. ”

The old wizard slowly took out a leather roll and an ink cartridge, and found a pheasant tail feather, ready to record it.

"Li Xiaobai, no sect, 20 years old, is at the top of the first realm of the Dao. ”

Li Xiaobai didn't intend to hide it from the other party.

"Alright! You can go!"

The so-called reporting is so simple, Wu Zun put down the pen.

The barbarian kingdom basically relies on autonomy, and there are no swords and pens, as the ruler of the wizard has to practice while guarding his own territory, if the management work is too complicated, it is purely to find himself unhappy, naturally it can be simple.

Li Xiaobai had no intention of leaving, and then said, "There are a few things I want to ask Master Wu Zun?"

"Please!"

Wu Zun still has a salty and untamed attitude.

"On the way here, in a town twenty miles northeast of Qinglan City, I killed a wizard. ”

As soon as Li Xiaobai's words fell, the cold hairs on his back stood up inexplicably, and he saw that the old wizard in front of him was staring at him with burning eyes.

"Is it Catale?"

Although Wu Zun's tone did not fluctuate, Li Xiaobai faintly felt a hint of threat.

"It's not!"

Li Xiaobai shook his head, and as soon as he finished speaking, the threat that shrouded his heart suddenly dissipated.

"It's Gregor!" Wu Zun shook his head suddenly, twenty miles is not far away, he has already received the news that Wenyu Town was attacked by the witch lord of Guoyu Town, but his own cultivation was damaged, and he could not recover for a while, so he had to sit in Qinglan City, he did not dare to make any rash moves, and naturally he could not support Wenyu Town, so he could only watch as the witch lord of Wenyu Town, Catale, gradually lost his support and was about to lose the entire town.

However, unexpectedly, there was an accident, and this foreign Great Martial Dynasty Warlock actually killed Mota Zhongwu's subordinate, the witch master of Eucalyptus Town, Ge Liyang.

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