Early the next morning, before dawn, Shen Lang walked out of the room, looked at the bright morning outside the window, and immediately stretched his waist, looking refreshed.

Last night, because he got a few mouthfuls of spiritual springs, he was in a very good mood, so he called Bodhi Ancestor and Zhang Bao, and together with Huang Feihu, he put together a table of mahjong and played until dawn.

Although his luck and skills were not good, and he lost thousands of fairy spirit stones in the end, he was happy to lose.

It's meant to be entertainment, but of course it's about having fun.

Shen Lang immediately went downstairs and prepared to have some breakfast first.

Although it was not yet dawn, the guys at the inn were already busy.

Because today is noon is the day when the secret realm opens, there must be many people who get up early in the morning, so this is also an opportunity for them to make a living.

Shen Lang asked Xiao Er for a stack of beef buns and a bowl of gruel, so he found a table by the window and sat down.

In the Black Pole Purgatory.

Zhang Bao was looking at his storage bag with a depressed face, there were originally hundreds of thousands of white spirit stones in it, but now there were only a dozen left.

Playing mahjong last night, in just one night, he lost all his family.

Xiao Li and Ghost Dharma on the side were comforting him, but Zhang Bao never said a word, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

To say that the biggest winner last night was Bodhi Ancestor, the thousands of immortal spirit stones that Shen Lang lost and Zhang Bao's hundreds of thousands of white spirit stones, at least more than seventy percent of them all went into his pocket, and the remaining thirty percent were won by Huang Feihu.

However, after Bodhi Ancestor won a lot of money, he went back to his room to sleep, not thinking about Zhang Bao's friendship at all.

As for Huang Feihu, although he also won tens of thousands of white spirit stones from Zhang Bao, and seeing his depressed face, he also wanted to return it to him, but Zhang Bao refused.

In his words, he Zhang Bao is not a person who can't afford to lose.

In this regard, Huang Feihu did not dwell on it.

However, to be honest, after seeing the fairy spirit stone, he was not interested in any spirit stone.

This time, he won about more than a thousand immortal spirit stones from Shen Lang, and he didn't hesitate to directly absorb and cultivate, and in one night, he was promoted from the late stage of the Heavenly Immortal to the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Immortal.

Of course, no matter how against the sky this immortal spirit stone is, it is impossible for a great cultivator in the late stage of the Heavenly Immortal to be promoted to the Great Perfection overnight, and the main reason for this is that Huang Feihu's cultivation has already reached the level of the Great Yan Heavenly Immortal.

The reason why he regressed to the Heavenly Immortal was due to a fierce battle in the past, and it was because of that great battle that his cultivation regressed from the middle stage of the Great Yan Heavenly Immortal to the early stage of the Heavenly Immortal.

If it weren't for that, he, the second sect leader of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, would be too low-level.

In the inn, it was almost three o'clock at this time, the sky was hazy, there were only a few people who got up early in the inn, Shen Lang was one, and there were three men and one woman, seeing that Shen Lang was just a small cultivator of the Transformation God Realm, he didn't bother to pay attention to it at all.

Only the female monk who was about thirty years old nodded to Shen Lang and said hello.

Shen Lang naturally didn't bother to pay attention to the three people's ignorance, and the woman who nodded to him, Shen Lang also responded with a smile.

After eating breakfast, Shen Lang left the inn, ready to go shopping and come back.

On this trip to the secret realm, Jian Chenzi and Yu Xuantian said that they would not come to participate

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Shen Lang can also understand this, after all, whether it is the Nuwa clan or the Shushan Sword Sect, their heritage is extremely deep, and there are countless elixirs and treasures on their own territory, so they are naturally not eye-catching for such a small secret realm in the north.

However, what he didn't know was that the Yu Xuantian brothers and sisters did think so, but Jian Chenzi was not exactly, the main reason why he didn't come was that there were no genius masters in this place at all, so he was naturally interested.

In Jian Chenzi's opinion, among the young generation in the entire northern realm, the only one who can fight against him is Shen Lang, and he and Shen Lang are friends, so naturally they will not come to trouble him.

On South Street, in a quiet restaurant, the window of the Tianzi No. 2 guest room on the second floor slowly opened, and a woman in a white dress stood in front of the window, looking at the hazy silver moon gradually fading in the sky, feeling the cool breeze blowing in the early morning, she slowly put her hands on the windowsill, held her cheeks, looked at the sky, and gradually became obsessed.

"Where the hell are you, my true son?"

The second immortal murmured softly.

In the hazy and chaotic sky, others saw a bright moon about to disappear, but she saw a vague figure.

Since the original love catastrophe came to the world, she resolutely went down the mountain, planning to find the true son by herself, but it has been more than half a year now, and she still has no trace of him.

The morning breeze is like water, and the lonely moon is shining.

Shen Lang walked on the sparsely populated streets, enjoying the cool breeze alone, holding the back of his head with both hands, holding a cigarette in his mouth, letting the smoke linger around his lips, but thinking about the affairs of the Eleven Kingdoms in the North and the Great Zhou Dynasty in his heart.

Although the last time in the Great Yan Kingdom, the Yan Zhen general of the Iron Dome Pass, with the lives of 60,000 soldiers, fought out the 6,000 heavenly soldiers of the ghost department of the Great Zhou Dynasty, so that the Great Zhou Dynasty was temporarily silent.

But he knew very well that it was nothing more than the calm before the storm.

The Great Zhou Dynasty underestimated the enemy this time and suffered a big loss, but once they made a move next, they would definitely use thunderous means to suppress the Eleven Nations Alliance.

Although the eleven nations were willing to fight a protracted war with them, they were not.

Originally, according to the strategy of the Great Zhou Dynasty to cut through the chaos with a quick knife, the eleven countries should not gather strong forces in one place, and it was best to disperse them, so that the Great Zhou Dynasty had to attack one by one.

But if this is the case, there will be no chance of victory on the side of the eleven countries.

It's just that gathering all the powerful forces in one place, for the Great Zhou Dynasty, it is another strategy that is conducive to them to catch them all, and it is really a dilemma!

This is originally a contradictory plan, and it can't be defeated without gathering the strong, but if the strong are gathered, the chances of winning are also very small.

If it is said that if you don't gather all the strong people, the winning side of the eleven countries is 0.1, then if you gather all the strong and military forces of the eleven countries, the winning side is actually only a few points higher.

But in any case, after all, there is more chance of winning, and if the next eleven countries can unite and refine the weapons they designed for them, then it is estimated that the chance of winning will be greater.

It's just that even if they can destroy the ghost heavenly soldiers, they will definitely not be able to fight against the other four heavenly soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

So, it was a war that was going to be lost, but they had to fight.

Because people are unwilling to accept surrender, if they are willing to surrender, Shen Lang would have persuaded the eleven countries to surrender a long time ago, and then he would roll up and leave and go somewhere else

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Go to the waves.

Shen Lang was thinking about things, and he walked into the depths of this quiet South Street boredly, and just happened to see the second floor of the restaurant on the right, a window opened, and a girl in white with a very beautiful face just poked her head out, looking at the bright moon that was about to go down in the sky.

When Shen Lang walked by, the woman also looked down at him, and was slightly stunned.

It was the first time she had seen such a strange man, dressed in black with folded edges, a black jade belt around his waist, long hair and a shawl, half of his bangs, and a head rope as strange as hemp rope tied to his forehead.

But what made her most curious was that the young man still had something in his mouth, like some dry tobacco that some mortal old men liked to smoke, but it was wrapped in paper.

And his bad appearance made the second immortal a little surprised.

Suddenly, on the wrist of the second immortal, a red thread jumped suddenly, and it immediately touched her heart.

"Is that him?"

Looking at the red dotted line on his right wrist, the expression of the second immortal was suddenly stunned, and his beautiful eyes were full of shock and surprise.

This is really a nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

Shen Lang tilted his head, looking at the girl in white with a beautiful face and a little playful appearance, for a while, his heart was beating, so he whistled and said with a smile: "Morning! Belle. ”

Hearing Shen Lang's words, the second immortal was slightly stunned, and then said with the same smile: "Brother Jun, you are also early!" ”

Burst!

"Ahem....."

Shen Lang listened to the words of the girl in white, and suddenly stumbled, and the tears and snot flowed together from a puff of cigarette.

He never expected that the girl in white would answer him like this.

He originally thought that his frivolous words would definitely make people unhappy, and then scold himself for being pedantic or shameless, and then close the window and close the door.

Who knows, this woman actually replied in a tone that was even more frivolous than him, almost making Shen Lang's brain freeze.

Could this be Pan Jinlian going to a brothel and meeting a colleague?

Brother Jun, Shen Lang was speechless.

However, he didn't feel that he was at a loss when he was molested by such a beautiful woman, but he didn't have the heart to talk nonsense anymore, adjusted his posture, waved his hand to the girl, and left directly.

However, the girl in white suddenly stopped him and asked, "Hey! What's your name? ”

"Shen Lang, Shen of three points of water, three waves of water."

The words fell, but Shen Lang's figure had disappeared at the end of the street.

The second immortal originally wanted to say her name, but in a blink of an eye, Shen Lang was gone, which made her stunned, and she was a little annoyed that she was slow to react, the real son of heaven didn't even know her name, how could this work?

Thinking of this, the second immortal wanted to catch up, but then he thought that his true destiny must have come to see that secret realm, and by noon, he would definitely be able to see him again.

When the time comes, I'll tell him his name, and then enter the secret realm with him by the way.

Thinking of this, the second immortal's somewhat anxious face immediately eased and turned into a sweet smile again.

"Hehe, it turns out that my true destiny is called Shen Lang."

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