For three consecutive days, Yan Fei was in a state of sleep, and if he continued like this, Yan Fei felt that he might never wake up again. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Late at night, there was a loud noise outside, and someone was arguing.

The night was deeper, and Yan Fei walked into a dream full of flames in a trance.

In the boundless darkness, there was a bright path that divided the sea of fire in two, and Yan Fei tirelessly walked along this only path.

He watched the rolling waves of fire surging towards him one by one, but he didn't feel the slightest bit of scorching, nor could he hear any sound, and the dead silence made Yan Fei, who was walking in it, gradually lose himself.

I don't know how long I walked, Yan Fei's mind sounded with a sentence from his father, no matter where you are, don't give up survival!

He can't just get lost in his dream, he has to wake up, he can't just disappear like this! For a moment, the thought of struggling appeared, Yan Fei suddenly found that the space began to change drastically, and the darkness was gradually swallowed up by white light.

"Hey, big steamed buns, big steamed buns......" There was a chattering sound in my ears.

"Hey, I'm a big steamed bun, and you're a little steamed bun. Under the rubble, the red-haired boy was lying in the corner, not moving for three days, and beside him, a strange man with a disheveled hair was shaking his head and holding a steamed bun and smirking.

Yan Fei opened his eyes suddenly, but his eyes hurt from the bright light, and he squinted for a while before he got used to it. The strange man noticed the movement of the young man beside him, turned his head and smirked: "Little steamed bun, little steamed bun hehe." ”

Yan Fei found that there was someone around him, looked up, and saw a strange man with long gray hair grinning at him, Yan Fei was startled, and subconsciously retreated with an "ah" sound, and the young man lying on the ground was in pain, and he didn't even have the strength to move.

"Eat steamed buns. The strange man shook his head, and handed the steamed bun to Yan Fei's eyes with some reluctance. Yan Fei smiled dryly: "I'm not hungry yet, ha, haha." "Can't laugh at all, what's going on? Did he have a dream and come to an inexplicable place? Or was this a very real dream?

It took a lot of effort for Yan Fei to get up from the ground, he found that not only his body had become smaller, but even his hair had turned red, which could not have happened to him at all, look at the desolate scene around him and the one around him, eh, this strange uncle who exuded "I'm sick" all over his body, Yan Fei felt that he had crossed over.

"What the hell is this place? Why is it so much like a fire scene, there is smoke everywhere," Yan Fei sniffed and frowned, "and there is an awesome aura. ”

Yan Fei twisted his body, feeling much more comfortable, just when he looked around, a string of chains fell from Yan Fei's body, Yan Fei picked it up and took a look, the chain was very delicate, and the jade products hanging on the chain were carved with the word "Yu".

In a trance, a vague figure appeared in his mind, Yan Fei tried his best to see it clearly, but his head suddenly hurt unbearably, and the more he thought about it, the more his head hurt.

Yan Fei held his head and slowed down, and asked the stranger: "Where is this?" The stranger ignored Yan Fei, took a bite of the steamed bun, and began to mumble in a low voice: "Steamed bun, well, delicious." ”

"Uh, uncle, what's your name?" I guess he doesn't know what his name is.

"I'm a big steamed bun, you're a small steamed bun......"

Yan Fei felt that this strange man almost had the words "I am a snake spirit disease" written on his face.

"I am the God of War!" Yan Fei pointed to himself, "Come, quickly call me the God of War, the God of Death, the God of Heaven, the Asura, the ,...... of Lucifer."

The strange man continued to eat steamed buns and ignored him, maybe in his eyes, the young man in front of him was the snake spirit disease.

"Well, my name is Yan Fei, a mortal. ”

"Night...... Yan, Yan Fei" The strange man scratched his head suspiciously, and then began to repeat, "I am a big steamed bun, you are a small steamed bun......"

Yan Fei was bored, and felt that it would be faster to get useful information by exploring this unfamiliar environment by himself.

Woyun City is divided into five major districts, southeast, northwest, and central, and the central district, also known as Tianyuan District, is the most prosperous area and is under the jurisdiction of the Yuwen family.

Yuwen family.

"Do we really care if the people of West Street live or die?" asked the young man.

"Hmph, those people who waste air in this world deserve to be burned to death, Xun'er, how does Dad usually teach you? Don't go to the West End in the future, and don't have pity for them, have you forgotten how your brother didn't?" the old man taught.

"But, Dad, Mr. Woyun has begged us. ”

"Xun'er, have you finished training today?"

The young man glanced at Zhu Qianhan beside him, "I'll go later." ”

"There is still a month to go until the day of 'Taichu Dingwu', Xun'er, don't let your father down. The old man stroked his beard and said.

'Taichu Dingwu' is a more famous martial arts competition in the sword world of the Eastern Fantasy Continent, once every five years, the competition lasts for one month, and the top ranking will be rewarded. Since there were many people who went to watch, and most of them were young people who had not yet joined the division, several sword world bigwigs who organized the 'Taichu Dingwu' discussed and set the last few days as the day for each sect to absorb talents.

The western district of Woyun City is barren, and the people living here are also the poorest, and it is called the "refugee grotto". There are two streets in the West District, one west and one east, West Street is the poorest of the poor, a fire three days ago engulfed the entire West Street, and the strange thing is that everyone can't get close to West Street no matter what.

Mr. Woyun, the most famous in the Western District, believes that this is caused by someone casting a spell, but it is difficult for everyone in the Western District to even solve the problem of food and clothing, and who understands this? In the entire Woyun City, only the Yuwen family in Tianyuan District knows more about spells, but since the past five years ago, there have been constant grievances between the two districts, and they have long stated that they refuse to provide any help to the Western District.

In the Gengyou Building in the West District, Mr. Wo Yun frowned.

"The hearts of the Yuwen family are really ruthless, it's been three days, and they still refuse to help. A strong man said with red and swollen eyes, clenched his fists, and gritted his bloody teeth.

"Alas!" Mr. Woyun was helpless at this time, so he could only sigh.

"If I take Yun'er away that morning, won't I be ......" The man wiped his eyes, choked up and couldn't go on, in fact, everyone knew in their hearts that in three days, what could not be burned, but inexplicably hoped that everything was still in time.

"The old man is incompetent!" Mr. Woyun sighed, it's late, it's late, everything is late, when the Yuwen family refused to help, Mr. Woyun immediately sent a letter to inform his old friend, but now it's been three days, and the person hasn't come for a long time.

Just when everyone in Gengyoulou was desperate, two white-clothed swordsmen came with a sword, and their extraordinary momentum attracted everyone's attention, Mr. Woyun glanced at the jade pendant of the word "Xuan" on the waist of the two, and said happily: "It's a disciple of the Xuanhua Sword Sect!"

The swordsman holding the folding fan in his hand was relatively gentle, walked up to Mr. Woyun, and said politely: "You are Mr. Woyun, we are assigned by Lu Lao to help you solve the problem, my name is withered Lanyue, and his name is Xizang Feng." ”

Mr. Woyun was so excited that he hurriedly instructed the people around him to serve tea and water to the two of them, for fear of neglecting the two.

"Just save the politeness and tell us the specifics. The swordsman on the other side got straight to the point.

Mr. Woyun also wanted to go to West Street as soon as possible, so he roughly talked about the events at that time.

Three days ago, the western district of Woyun City was no different from the past, it was nothing more than that this steamed bun shop was robbed again, and the little boy of that family was crying and wanted to leave. Near dusk, someone saw that the small grass house in the westernmost part was on fire, and some well-wishers went to put out the fire, but found that the fire spread instantly, engulfing the entire West Street in an instant, and those who did not know the situation and those who ran slowly were trapped inside. The people outside West Street were dumbfounded, watching West Street being burned and unable to get close.

The man in the restaurant, whose eyes had always been red and swollen, escaped because he was not at home at the time of running business, but his well-behaved and sensible Yun'er was trapped in the fire.

The cover of Xizang listened to Mr. Woyun's simple description expressionlessly, and couldn't get any useful clues, so he planned to investigate in person, and Mr. Woyun wanted to go with Xizangfeng, but was stopped by the withered moon.

Seeing that the withered moon did not mean to accompany him, Xizang Feng frowned and left, behind him, the father who lost his child secretly followed, although Xizang Feng noticed it, but did not stop it.

The West Street can be burned almost burned, and there are still a few small fires, Yan Fei shook his head all the way to see it, what is this place? Such a big thing happened, no one came to deal with it, and there seemed to be a strange atmosphere in the air, which made people feel uneasy, Yan Fei couldn't wait to get out of here.

Walking and walking, Yan Fei found that he couldn't get out, there seemed to be an invisible wall of air in front of him, separating himself from it, and it was unbelievable that it was the case no matter how many directions he changed.

I don't know why I came to this world in a dream, but since I'm here, let's survive.

"No matter where you are, don't give up on survival!" was the last thing his father said to him and his brother before he disappeared.

In the end, Yan Fei returned to his original place, and the strange man sat on the ground, with his head down, not knowing what he was looking for.

Yan Fei thought to himself, the first person he woke up and saw was him, could it be that the key to leaving this place would be in such a crazy weirdo?

"Uncle Mantou, what are you looking for?" asked Yan Fei.

"Did you see where my steamed buns went?" the strange man was depressed because he couldn't find the steamed buns.

You must have eaten it yourself!

"Of course the steamed buns are in the steamed bun shop, how can there be here, or let's go outside and look for them?" Yan Fei suggested.

The strange man seemed to see countless steamed buns surrounding him, and suddenly grinned: "Steamed bun shop, there are so many steamed buns, delicious!" laughed and got up to leave, Yan Fei followed behind, and said in his heart, for delirious people, doing what they like is really the fastest way to achieve their goals.

The weird guy encountered the same problem as Yan Fei, but the weirdo didn't have such a good temper and couldn't get out, so he rushed forward and screamed "I want steamed buns" and something like that.

Outside the barrier, Xizang Feng has been standing for a long time, after his careful exploration, Xizang Feng found that the entire West Street was wrapped in an invisible barrier, and the weakest part of the barrier was in front of him, but even if it was the weakest point, it was not so easy to destroy, this barrier was not set up by ordinary people. The name of this place is unknown, if it is an ordinary fire, why would someone use an enchantment to prevent outsiders from entering, could it be that there are other things going on here besides the fire?

Inside the enchantment, the strange man roared: "Let me out, I want to eat steamed buns!"

Yan Fei couldn't complain, which tendon was wrong with him, so he felt that this weirdo was the key to getting out, even if he was the protagonist of the crossing, this weirdo wouldn't be his "golden finger"!

"Ahh Outside of the barrier, in the same place, the Xizang Seal also sent out several sword qi to attack the air wall.

"Whew-" The barrier broke open a crack, and two clusters of purple light in the stranger's hand rushed through the crack and flew out, and the Xizang seal sensed something was wrong and quickly dodged away.

"Hahaha, I can finally eat steamed buns!" The strange man rushed out excitedly, Yan Fei followed closely and left, walking out of the enchantment, Yan Fei found a cold-faced white-clothed swordsman standing outside, holding a sword and cautiously facing the two of them.