Zhao Pan was a middle-aged monk in the early stages of the Yuan Infant, with a burly figure but a slight obesity.

His belly was bulging, as if he was pregnant for May, giving people a sense of friendliness for no reason.

Seeing Song Ziyu, Zhao Pan stepped forward with a smile and greeted: "Oh, looking forward to the stars and the moon, I finally got you here!"

As he spoke, Zhao Pan shook his gray hair.

The long gray hair was scattered disheveledly on the broad shoulders, looking a bit fairy-like.

His beard was just as gray, long and fluffy, covering his broad chin.

His eyebrows were thick and messy, like a mess.

All in all, this guy is a casual one.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say."

Facing the self-cooked Zhao Pan, Song Ziyu was not so enthusiastic.

Because of what he saw and heard along the way, Song Ziyu was not enthusiastic.

Yangcheng is already a fortress, and it is obvious that there is a mountain rain about to come and the wind is full of buildings.

"Come and introduce you, this is my junior brother Cai He."

Zhao Pan pointed to a Yuan Infant Monk standing beside him.

Cai Hewu has a short stature and wears a loose robe with a dark color and soft texture.

The robes were embroidered with some mysterious patterns that shimmered faintly. He wore a wide belt around his waist with a small golden bell hanging from it, which looked a little nondescript.

But that's not the point!

The point is, Song Ziyu saw Cai He's hands!

His hands outside the robe were thick and strong, and the palms were all calloused.

This is a practitioner.

If Song Ziyu is not mistaken, this is the fifth Yuan Infant Monk of the Hualong Sect that he has seen.

Sure enough, it is a big family, and the strength of the Hualong Sect, which unifies the Yue country, can be seen.

"I'm glad I will."

Song Ziyu said towards Cai He.

However, compared to Zhao Pan's enthusiasm, Cai He was very cold, and there was almost no enthusiasm on his expression.

Song Ziyu didn't care about this, but looked at another Yuan Infant Monk.

Another monk in her early infancy was a beautiful-looking nun.

This nun is very eye-catching!

Her skin was like porcelain of the finest quality, fair and transparent, revealing an indescribable purity.

Her eyes were deep and bright, as if they contained endless wisdom and compassion, and people did not dare to look at them directly.

Her long hair fell like a waterfall to her shoulders, black as the night sky, shining with the light of the stars.

Her eyebrows are slender and elegant, as if drawn with the finest brush.

The bridge of her nose is high, which adds a bit of nobility to her face. Her lips are rosy and full, like blooming roses, with an alluring fragrance......

"Who is this?"

Before Song Ziyu could speak, the evil head beside Song Ziyu kept Ha Lazi and asked.

That's right!

With such a beautiful female monk standing in front of her, even a cultivator like Evil Toutuo couldn't accept it at all.

Seeing this scene, the nun showed a trace of disgust on her face.

Zhao Pan hurriedly spoke, "This is the Miaoyu Fairy of the Sanskrit Yin Sect."

Song Ziyu understood that this Sanskrit Yin Sect was one of the thirteen sects of the righteous path, and its strength was still quite strong, no wonder it could have such a beautiful person as an immortal.

At this time, the Miaoyu Fairy was wearing a white monk's robe, which was wide and comfortable, which complemented her figure...... It shows its beauty even more.

Song Ziyu carefully examined Miaoyu, her hands were slender and soft, like the most delicate porcelain, revealing an indescribable beauty.

The more I look at it, the more I think this woman is interesting!

Because......

In this monk, who was only at the beginning of the Yuan infant stage, Song Ziyu sensed a different feeling.

What exactly it feels like, Song Ziyu can't say.

But there is no doubt that there is something special about Miaoyu that is different from ordinary people.

"What kind of eyes are you? Is there anyone who stares at people like that?"

While Song Ziyu was thinking, Miaoyu spoke.

Her voice is like a yellow warbler, very nice.

But at this time, Miaoyu's mood was not good, as if she had been insulted.

"You're so good-looking."

Song Ziyu said seriously.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of many people became a little unnatural.

The first is the Miaoyu Fairy.

Feeling insulted, Miaoyu Fairy's fair and beautiful face turned red all at once.

For the Miaoyu Fairy, the prodigal son in front of him is simply a hooligan, and he really doesn't want to have a face.

And Cai He and Zhao Pan, who were standing next to them, were also stunned.

I've seen someone who speaks straightforwardly, but I've never seen it so straightforward.

As for the most strange expression, it was none other than Jun Moxing, who was following behind Song Ziyu.

At this time, Jun Moxing's expression was very strange, and he seemed to be a little jealous.

"Ugh...... Fellow Daoist, don't speak so bluntly, Fairy Miaoyu has a Taoist companion, and her Taoist companion is the deputy sect leader of the Sanskrit Yin Sect, Yushang Zhenren." Zhao Pan hurriedly explained.

Ahem, the implication of this is very clear, the identity of the Miaoyu Fairy, you can't afford to mess with it.

However, Song Ziyu didn't care about this, just thought lightly.

Finally, Song Ziyu snapped his fingers and said, "I understand, the reason why you look special is because of ......."

Speaking of this, Song Ziyu suddenly stopped talking, but his expression was a little strange when he looked at Fairy Miaoyu.

This look is not so much admiration as pity.

"What's that look on your face?"

Fairy Miaoyu asked.

Song Ziyu retracted his gaze, and then said, "It's nothing."

But Fairy Miaoyu obviously didn't mean to stop there, and kept staring at Song Ziyu and said, "You tell me ...... clearly."

Song Ziyu waved his hand and said, "Let's get down to business, what's the current battle situation?"

Zhao Pan took over the topic and said, "I don't know how Song Daoyou commanded when he came from the sect?"

When Song Ziyu heard this, he said, "What you are in charge of is that I will assist you in defending for ten days, and when he has taken care of the Blood Demon Sect in the north, he will turn his gun and fight this side."

Hear that!

The expressions of Zhao Pan, Cai He, and Fairy Miaoyu were stunned for a moment, and they all immediately showed a wry smile.

"What are you laughing at?"

Song Ziyu asked.

"Where are we laughing?"

Cai Hadao.

"We're clearly crying." Zhao Pan said: "The current situation in Yangcheng, let alone ten days of guarding, I estimate that it will be difficult for three days."

"Is it so pessimistic?"

Song Ziyu asked.

Zhao Pan said, "Alas, I finally understand now, why didn't any of the thirteen sects of the Righteous Path be sent here to support here, they didn't know how urgent the situation in Yangcheng was...... Fellow Daoists, if you fill in this sinkhole, you probably won't be able to get out."

"Is it that serious?"

Song Ziyu asked.

"You'll soon know how erosive the battle situation in Yangcheng really is."

Zhao Pan said.

It seems to be for the sake of confirming that Zhao Pan is a crow's mouth!

Before Song Ziyu could ask for a three-two-one, Yangcheng instantly sounded the alarm.

This is a prelude to an enemy attack!