The first place in this Ten Thousand Races Association, he is booked by Mu Yanchen!

A heroic spirit rose in his heart, Mu Yanchen grinned, laughed and left the inn. Feng Yibu looked at his appearance, the corners of his mouth twitched, Feng Ruoya also stroked his forehead and shook his head and sighed lightly, for the most important guy in this family, everyone in the Feng family will feel helpless about him, because his temperament is too elusive.

"Hey?" Mu Yanchen suddenly paused, turned to look at the two of them and said, "Why don't you go separately and play separately?" ”

Feng Yibu was shocked, is this guy crazy? Was his head caught in the door before going out? Those three old antiques are among the candidates to attend the Ten Thousand Clans Meeting this time! It is a good idea to dare to violate their authority!

"I agree," said Feng Yibu, "he's right, the Council of Elders hasn't said when he's going to go anyway." ”

Feng Ruoya watched in amazement as the two teenagers strode away, and after a while, they each disappeared in different directions.

"These two guys, too wanton, right?" Feng Ruoya was also drunk.

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The wooden buildings are connected one by one, and when you walk along the perimeter, you can see an empty patch of houses, and it seems that they are all going to participate in or visit the meeting of all peoples. The road is paved with stone slabs, with a faint blue color, and there are obvious marks on the road that have been crushed by ruts, and beyond the marks are the 7 mossy curbs, with the footprints of the trampling.

After bypassing a part of the houses, Mu Yanchen flew to the sky overlooking the small city, the smoke and clouds swirled over the small city, it seemed to be all year round, the faint smell of fireworks was hidden in the clouds, and the smell of hometown was brought to a light sniff. There are several large mountains in the distance, which appear very abrupt at the edge of the small town, and the scenery on the mountains is hidden by the clouds and mist, but when the wind blows, you can also see the scenery of the mountain by pushing away a little cloud smoke. On the building in the direction of the inn, standing, lying, and sitting, there are many characters gathered from different places, they are ordinary or ordinary or hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and at this moment they are just a group of people waiting for the empty seats in the inn. I don't know how many dark horses will appear at this Wanzu meeting, it is indeed a bit whimsical to want to win and win the first place, after all, there are so many major races such as the human race, the beast race, the elf race, the demon race, the ghost race, etc., and it is estimated that they can stand out in so many Tianjiao and enter the top three.

Someone looked in the direction where Mu Yanchen was flying, and it was obvious that someone realized that such a distant black spot could not be a small bird or a flying insect or something. Sensing the strange gaze, Mu Yanchen didn't hide it, anyway, the Council of Elders didn't explain the time of the Ten Thousand Races Meeting, and it only took half a month for them to rush to the Central Domain, and seeing that these people who relied on reptiles as a means of transportation were so leisurely, it would take a month to start the meeting.

After seeing the scenery of the small city, Mu Yanchen drove the carving to the mountain peak to spare a circle, and then came back satisfied.

There are a few more footprints on the bluestone slab on the road, which stretches into the alley. It's an empty alley, most of the houses are dilapidated, the moss on the floor is very lush, and it seems that there are few people, but there are still two obvious rut marks on the road, it seems that there are still people living in this remote corner, right?

Who is the forgotten corner, still staying, believing that the impossible sunshine will fall?

Mu Yanchen thought of his life experience, and a sense of sadness arose spontaneously, thinking of him...... It's better not to say it.

There was a faint cry of sadness, and Mu Yanchen thought it was just the sadness of some people, so he didn't care about walking into the strange and deep alley alone, step by step, walking lightly on the slippery bluestone slab.

"Help, young man...... Help ......" The sound of a weakened breath suddenly sounded behind him, and an old man dragged his seriously injured body towards Mu Yanchen, pulling out a bright red blood trail under his feet, all the way from the outside of the alley to behind Mu Yanchen.

Mu Yanchen turned around and saw that these blood stains also changed color slightly, this old man is really not ordinarily strong, and the blood has been spilled so much...... Don't you want money?

"You were hunted down?" Mu Yanchen looked at the few tears in the old man's clothes, and he already had some understanding in his heart.

The old man was stunned for a moment and said, "Isn't it?"

"Well, do you want me to save you or help you convey the relics?" Mu Yanchen said as he thought about the passage in the novel.

"It's good that you know!" the old man gave him an appreciative look, obviously satisfied with this acquaintance, "Save me first!

Mu Yanchen looked at the long bloodstains, and said in his heart that it was impossible for you not to be pulled out and beaten to death like this.

"Save you, what's in it for me?" Mu Yanchen is not a fool, nor is he a bad person, if you want him to make a move, you must have enough benefits.

The old man looked at Mu Yanchen's shrewd appearance, a flash of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and then his face was cloudy, obviously struggling to make a certain decision in his heart.

In the end, the old man gritted his teeth and said, "I was chased and killed by my companions after I found a volume of secret art, if you are willing to save me, I don't have anything on me, so I will repay you with this secret art!"

"This volume of secret art is not valuable, is it? Otherwise, you won't take it out, and you have hidden the really valuable things, right?" Mu Yanchen is not a simple teenager, he doesn't know what the secret art is, and such a precious thing will also be taken out as a trade?

Sure enough, the old man's eyes dimmed, and he immediately looked at Mu Yanchen, and now he finally faced this young man who was definitely not as old as he looked, and he had a heart that was not proportional to his age.

"Tell me, what do you want?" said the old man, dejectedly.

Mu Yanchen stretched out a finger, and the old man was stunned, "What?"

Mu Yanchen shook his head and said, "I don't want to save you." ”

The old man's face suddenly turned pale, his hands trembled, and he almost couldn't stand, "Please save me, I will really die, the old man is from Beiyun Palace, I will definitely repay you if you save me, I have everything in Beiyun Palace, as long as you want it, I will definitely be able to help you beg for it! Please save me! I am an elder of Beiyun Palace!"

Mu Yanchen's heart suddenly moved when he heard Beiyun Palace, this palace gate helped that dragon senior three thousand years ago, and he really couldn't help but save this old guy, it seems that this favor of the dragon senior has to be repaid by him.

"It turns out that you are an elder of Beiyun Palace, why didn't you say it earlier. Mu Yanchen showed an expression of "you didn't say it earlier" and said.

The old man spurted out a mouthful of blood and passed out, but a scroll slipped from his hand and rolled towards the wood dust.

Mu Yanchen picked up the scroll and took the old man out of here, and the carving flew rapidly, and disappeared in two clicks.

Flying to a house, which was empty and empty, it was the most suitable for the old man to recuperate, Mu Yanchen fed him a few life-saving pills refined by the Dan Master, and now he couldn't die even if he wanted to. After arranging the old man, Mu Yanchen closed the door and left, and at the same time took the scroll away, since he said that it was a secret art, Mu Yanchen didn't mind taking it to see, after all, the secret art is also an extremely precious existence in the Feng family, if he is lucky, it is really a secret art, then he Mu Yanchen will be very rich.

"Hopefully lucky. Mu Yanchen looked at the scroll in his hand, muttered to himself, and then drove away with the carving.