It was obviously a scorching sun, but there was a light rain, which soaked the entire Tiandu City.

The coachman who was transporting goods for the caravan wiped his head with a towel around his neck and looked at the hot day, "What a timely rain!"

The light rain delayed the scorching heat for a few more days, when the carriage of the Dongfu Merchant slowly drove out from the west of the city gate.

A barefoot man dressed in coarse linen walked into the city at the same time, this man was more than eight feet tall, but his thick arms were thicker than the thighs of ordinary girls.

It seems that in order to avoid being too conspicuous, the barefoot man specially chooses a path with few people to walk.

Tiandu City is very large, and many of the alleys are intertwined, and only the people who were born and raised in the city can know where the other side of the alleys leads.

But he didn't get lost, he had a constant direction, and that was to go south of the city.

His steps are not fast, but because his steps are larger than normal, his speed seems to be fast.

He didn't try to hide his tracks, but his steps were much quieter than those of passers-by walking in stagnant water in straw sandals or clogs.

Walking through the crowded Yonghe Street, perhaps because the barefoot man was too large for others to approach, he traveled unimpeded along the way.

If Mo Shen was here, he would be shocked by the path of the barefoot man, because whether it was a small alley with few people or a street with people coming and going, as long as the barefoot man walked, there were no people selling rock sugar gourds.

To be precise, the seemingly simple act of the barefoot man avoided all the spies of the Heavenly Division.

Facing south, he came to an abrupt stop on an official road.

The other end of the road is precisely Mo Shen, who came back from the martyrs' cemetery in the south of the city.

The distance between the two is very far, but this official road with no end in sight is too straight, straight and straight.

The moment Mo Shen saw the other party, he wanted to retreat, even if the other party was only barehanded, and he didn't even have straw sandals. But it was precisely like this, Mo Shen could recognize at a glance that this was a cultivator from the Southern Barbarians, and it was a body cultivator.

Only physical cultivators can go out without carrying any weapons, and their fists are harder than rocks.

Mo Shen didn't know what the other party was about, but it was very surprising for a Southern Barbarian cultivator to appear in the capital of the Western Shu Kingdom, and now he was even more stopped on his way back, so he ran away without hesitation.

The barefoot man stepped heavily on the official road, and the stagnant water splashed up, which shows that this foot is very hard.

Mo Shen didn't even look back to feel that the other party was rapidly approaching him, and the speed of this Southern Barbarian body cultivation made Mo Shen's heart die.

The barefoot man knocked Mo Shen to the ground with lightning speed, and then pulled him up with one hand and lifted it high.

"You...... What do you want?" Mo Shen stared at the other party's eyes.

"Are you Mo Shen?" the other party's voice was very hoarse.

At this time, Mo Shen couldn't help but think of a sentence in his mind, people are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, and it turns out that it is not a good thing to know more people who know themselves.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the barefoot man took it as a tacit acquiescence, threw Mo Shen on the ground with one hand, and then took out a portrait from his bag and opened it.

"Is he the man you see?"

Mo Shen held his head, the moment he saw the portrait, his expression instantly became extremely stiff, although the clothes of the person in the painting were almost completely different from the person he saw, but there was no doubt that this was the same person.

"White Dragon?"

Mo Shen exclaimed in surprise.

The barefoot man asked with a serious face, "Is it really him?"

Mo Shen replied coldly: "I recognize it when it turns into ashes." ”

Hearing Mo Shen's words, the barefoot man's expression gradually became solemn, and he muttered in a low voice, "It's really him." ”

Taking advantage of the other party's distraction, Mo Shen mobilized his spiritual power and shouted loudly: "The Southern Barbarian Enemy Attacks !!"

Almost at the same time as Mo Shen shouted, several nearby cultivators guarding the martyr's cemetery began to rush over.

The barefoot man glared angrily at Mo Shen who wanted to escape, but he raised his fist but didn't catch up, even if he was confident enough to face the cultivators of the Shu Kingdom after killing Mo Shen, he would be able to retreat with his whole body.

But he didn't make a move after all, just because Mo Shen's life belonged to the white dragon, and with the temperament of the white dragon, Mo Shen should have died a long time ago! But Mo Shen didn't die, there must be something strange in it.

Sensing that there were already several cultivators whose aura had locked on him, he let Mo Shen leave.

There are many big people buried in the Martyrs' Garden in the south of the city, and since they have all sacrificed their lives for the country, they should not be disturbed after death, so the cultivators who stay here should not be underestimated.

The barefoot man did not retreat, because the nearby alleys were full of alleys, which were easy to be attacked and plotted, and he was willing to fight on this spacious official road.

The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and it is the three Xishu sword cultivators who encircle and suppress this Nanban cultivator at this time.

Zhao Zijun had served in the army on the Nanban border for seven or eight years, and had seen countless Nanban cultivators, so he naturally knew that there were two types of people among the Nanban cultivators who should not be provoked the most.

That's ascetics and physical practice.

The former like to practice in extremely harsh environments, honing their bodies and minds, and their willpower is often strong and terrifying. The latter used his body as a weapon, and it was terrifying.

Zhao Zijun held the Ling Feng Sword in his hand and snorted coldly: "I don't care who you are or what your purpose is, but since you're here, don't think about leaving!"

The barefoot man said disdainfully: "It's up to you?"

Zhao Zijun and the two beside him shot at the same time, and the three of them vaguely blocked all the other party's retreats under the attack.

"Oh, the art of combo?"

Although there was some surprise on his face, the barefoot man obviously didn't take them seriously, and they all shook violently, and all three of them were shocked and took a few steps back.

Looking at the faint golden light on the outside of this Southern Barbarian cultivator's body, Zhao Zijun said in shock: "Jin Gang's body protection divine skill, are you a guest from the Tianshan Mountains?"

No wonder the other party was completely unafraid of the three of them, Zhao Zijun didn't expect that this cultivator would be a visitor from the Tianshan Mountains in the Nanban Holy Land.

Zhao Zijun asked with an embarrassed face, "Who are you, why did you come here, and what is your purpose?"

The Tianshan Mountains in Nanban and the ancient temples in the Eastern Dynasty are all holy places of cultivation with a history of thousands of years, and all cultivators who come out of the holy land cannot look at them with normal eyes. Their strength has been proven over thousands of years of history and is deeply engraved in the heart of every practitioner.

"Hmph! ”

The barefoot man raised his eyebrows, he had already sensed a powerful aura that was enough to rival him coming from a distance, and this place was not suitable for a long time!

He roared angrily: "Get out of the way!

After that, he rushed towards the south of the city gate like an ironclad chariot, and the speed of a powerful physique cultivator was very amazing, and even Ji Wei, who came from afar, had to admit that if the other party kept maintaining this speed, she would not be able to catch up.

It is not impossible to forcibly keep people, but the people in the south of the city are afraid that there will be countless deaths and injuries, which is not what she wants to see.

Knowing that the other party was a strong physique from the Tianshan Mountains, Zhao Zijun did not catch up, although their sword just now was not full strength, but seeing that the other party resisted effortlessly, he knew that the strength of the two sides was far apart, and it was useless to catch up.

Ji Wei's footsteps stopped on the rarely walked official road in the south of the city.

"Zhao Zijun, the commander of the cavalry, has seen Ji Sishou. Zhao Zijun led the other two to kneel in front of her.

Ji Wei waved his hand to excuse him, and then asked, "Who is here?"

Zhao Zijun: "It's a visitor from the Southern Barbarian Tianshan Mountain, and the other party is a powerful physical cultivator, so we can't stop it." ”

Ji Wei nodded, even she was not sure that she would keep the other party without implicating the people, and it was naturally impossible for these people to do it.

She glanced at Zhao Zijun's Ling Feng Sword, "What realm do you think the other party's strength is?"

"The three of us were shaking the sword together, but he was shocked at will, I'm afraid it's more than a big realm higher than me. Zhao Zijun judged.

Ji Wei pondered for a moment, and analyzed the situation of the other party escaping when he met him, "It seems that it is the middle level of the realm of the seventh grade." ”

Hearing Ji Wei's speculation, Zhao Zijun couldn't help but sweat in his heart, fortunately he didn't catch up, if he angered such an existence, he was afraid that he would lose his life.

She looked towards the south, and in a short period of time it was first the White Dragon, and then the visitors from the Tianshan Mountains, thinking that the war in the south would start to be heavy again.