The sad past behind a generation of demon lords, like a storm, came and went suddenly, as if leaving traces, but also as if there were no left. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Halfway, Dugu Shuhe seemed to have finally sobered up, and as soon as he woke up, he grabbed the black wing and beat him up, the black wing was unwilling to obey the master, a person and a demon immediately jumped into the air again, killed a dark sky, the sun and the moon were discolored, and they fought for three days and three nights, and they were embarrassed and unwillingly stopped.

There are these two big killers from time to time to go crazy, Lu Zheng and the others have a lot of fun along the way, the two factions converge, get along well, stop and go, and finally arrived in Xiangyun City three days before the martial arts competition.

Xiangyun City is as in the past, the city gate is majestic, there are guards, and those who enter need to be checked, but compared with the past, the inventory is a little stricter, and the long queue of people waiting to enter the city is dazzling.

After a long absence, it was like the scene of queuing up for the Spring Festival to get on the bus, which evoked a rare memory of Lu Zheng, and with a squint of his eyes, Lu Zheng simply and spontaneously lined up to the end of the line, quietly enjoying the fun of this long-lost queue.

The demon cultivators of the Ten Thousand Demon Caves glanced at each other, and saw that the demon lord and the eldest lady actually obediently followed the queue, and they were a little incompetent for a while, but to be honest, entering the city gate and queuing up or something, this experience is really novel.

So, driven by Lu Zheng's unintention, the two factions of rivers, dozens of people, secretly excited, lined up at the end of the line.

The whole team was like a long queue, pushing and shouting at each other, and no one had the leisure to see what the people in front of and behind them looked like. Otherwise, the high-exposure dignity of Lu Zheng and Dugu's father and son would have caused a lot of changes.

The line is long, but there is always an end.

Soon, it was Lu Zheng's turn.

The gatekeeper glanced at Lu Zheng critically, and immediately spread his hands.

Lu Zheng blinked, this gatekeeper wanted to collect city fees, and after the fee, he had to log in on the roster.

Seeing that Lu Zheng had not moved for a long time, the gatekeeper was a little impatient, raised his hand and beckoned the two companions on the side, and said in a loud voice: "There is a troublemaker, throw it out." ”

The two guards came running with a sturdy step, and they were about to grab someone as soon as they stretched out their hands.

At this moment, Lu Zheng unhurriedly took out the golden post in the space.

Almost immediately, the rushing goalkeeping came to an abrupt halt, and their eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief.

After a stick of incense, the gatekeeper who had spread his hands before respectfully and carefully handed back Lu Zheng's golden invitation, and his tone was affectionate and fearful.

"It turned out to be the head of the Lu sect against the Cang, and the small one had eyes and didn't know Mount Tai. In fact, there is no need to queue up for invitations, hehe, you please, you please. ”

If there is an invitation, it is a VIP, that is a character, and it does not need to be checked by a small gatekeeper at all, just pass. But who would have thought that people with VIP stickers would have the habit of queuing up to smell people's farts?

If it weren't for the gatekeeper's attitude being humble enough and flattering enough, Lu Zheng almost thought that the last sentence he said was deliberately mocking his IQ.

Under the gaze of the many cultivators in the queue around him with envy and jealousy, Lu Zheng calmly withdrew his golden post, threw it back into his own space, and immediately nodded to the people behind him, and then led a group of the anti-cang sect into the city gate, and then waited on the side.

Soon, another golden post belonging to the Demon Cultivator Overlord appeared, which was a more advanced item than the post in Lu Zheng's hand, with a rose-colored gold rim and domineering side leaks.

"I don't know if the demon lord is coming, please come in, please come in!"

The gatekeeper was running with urine, his voice almost screaming, with crying and trembling.

Who would have thought that the dignified demon lord would also "make a fool" of queuing?

The mighty dozens of expressionless demon cultivators raised their heads from the team and left like the wind, leaving no trace, leaving a trembling place in vain.

Many cultivators who were in front of the demon lord and the wicked man surnamed Lu trembled and collapsed to the ground, and some people turned around and ran, not even daring to enter Xiangyun City, for fear of retaliation, and the corpses could not be gathered.

Let's say that Lu Zheng waited quietly for a while, and finally saw the cold and elegant posture of his sweetheart, but helplessly, Yiren's left hand was the brother-in-law with explosive lethality, and on the right hand was the powerful bird demon who could stab a few scared people to death.

Lu Zheng burst into tears because he couldn't hold his sweetheart's little hand, but it didn't prevent the anti-Cang faction and the Ten Thousand Demon Caves from "Qin Se and Ming".

The two factions converged again in the city gate, and the relationship was so good that it was not enough to hook up their shoulders, but it was inevitable to talk and laugh.

"Bang!"

The fireworks of the festival bloomed in mid-air, and the various colors of beautiful light controlled by the cultivator's true qi, such as a dragon with color, circled, roared, and flew straight for nine days, blowing up the sky, and it did not disperse for a long time.

Under the fireworks, the voices of people are boiling, as if they are celebrating a festival.

The two factions stood in place and looked out into the depths of the city together.

There are human heads everywhere in sight, and the noise is instantly in the ears, and the various sounds of the boom are mixed, but it is impossible to distinguish where these are coming from.

Xu is because of the approaching martial arts competition, the entire Xiangyun City is overcrowded, and the garrison force is as many as ants.

Seeing this, Lu Zheng almost thought that he was participating in some kind of folk temple fair, rather than a century-old martial arts debate between life and death.

The solemn and solemn martial arts competition, in Lu Zheng's mind, instantly became an old lady who got up early to grab cabbage, and she liked to see it.

A group of dozens of people swaggered and stepped on the crowded streets, some people retreated, and some people stopped to look, but Lu Zheng didn't expect that they were so popular in this line, and they didn't go far before they were stopped.

A team of well-equipped natives of Xiangyun City, all of whom were wearing high-quality guard uniforms, could stand in front of Lu Zheng and the others, with their nostrils facing the sky, and they didn't look at people when they faced them, so they blurted out.

"Stop, what are you doing?!"

Damn retarded!

At that moment, these four-character golden sentences suddenly flashed out of Lu Zheng's mind. He even asked them what they were doing? Is this unclear? The cultivators came to Xiangyun here to either watch a play or fight, so what was there to interrogate.

Behind him, the Demon Cultivator of the Ten Thousand Demon Caves, who pressed a large area of uniform clothing, was it fun?

Most of the surrounding passers-by stopped silently and began to watch the play, and some of them quietly carried the recording crystal, intending to record the next scene without a trace. But soon, these onlookers who ate melons all trembled, with ghost-like expressions, their legs shook, and they turned around and wanted to run. (To be continued.) )