The Lanting Plain, not so much a plain, is more of a town without walls, or more accurately, a gathering place for monks.

When Li Mingyang arrived here, he was completely stunned by the scene here. Although he is very young, the experience of these months has been quite rich. I have seen several cities of monks, and even more than one city in the underworld. It's just that in such a lively place as the Lanting Plain, this is the first time he has seen it.

Whether it's Jingshan City or Lingyan City. Even if it is a city of monks, it is impossible for the city to be full of monks. Even in a super-large city of monks like Lingyan City, even in wartime, the number of monks in the city could only account for less than 10% of the entire population.

But here in the Lanting Plain, as far as the eye can see, Li Mingyang can't see an ordinary person at all. This is a feast for monks, and Li Mingyang can only think about it like this.

Most of the safe and comfortable places in the Lanting Plain have been occupied by various large and small immortal sects, but during the southern war, there may be some danger on the periphery of the plain, but on the inside, as long as you find a place with a little more people, there will not be too much danger.

When Li Mingyang arrived, there were still seven days before the Battle of the South, but he was surprised to find that Linglong Gate had not arrived.

"Could it be that something happened to Linglong Gate?" Li Mingyang couldn't help but guess.

"What? What did you just say?" Li Mingyang's side, a strong young man in his early twenties suddenly asked in a daze.

"It's okay, I just sighed. ”

"What's emotional, what's there to sigh about, if you want me to say that you little white faces like to fix these useless. Hurry up and find a place to sleep, you can't really find a branch at night and sleep. Think of me dignified......" The strong guy wanted to continue, but Li Mingyang held his mouth down.

"Let's go, let's go, I know you're the seventy-generation heir and head of the dignified Xiaoyao Gate, but you're right, the master, we still have to find a place to rest first." Li Mingyang pulled the person away with a headache.

This living treasure beside him was met by Li Mingyang when he walked through the teleportation array for the last time, this person's name was Tang Dong, and he was the seventieth generation descendant of the Xianmen called Xiaoyaomen. However, Tang Dong's Xiaoyao Gate is too weak, from his ancestor's generation, there is only one person in the entire Xiaoyao Gate, and it is still the same in Tang Dong's generation. There is only one person in Xiaoyaomen, and he, the seventieth generation, is naturally a well-deserved head of Xiaoyaomen.

Because of this, he likes to talk about the name of "the master of the dignified and free door".

The reason why Li Mingyang knew Tang Dong was because when he had just completed the last teleportation and walked out of the teleportation circle, he heard Tang Dong shout the sentence "I want to be in charge of the free door". Li Mingyang has been cultivating since he has been cultivating until now, and he has seen the powerhouses of the Void Spirit Realm, and the monks of the Void Spirit Realm have also beaten, but he has never seen the head of an immortal sect, and as soon as his curiosity came up, he followed the voice and looked for it.

It turned out that Tang Dong was confronting three monks in order to save a little beggar. At that time, he shouted the slogan, probably to deter his opponent, although his opponent was only three Phantom Realm five-fold cultivators......

Tang Dong has a very incendiary ability, Li Mingyang was just curious to watch the excitement, but after seeing the start of the fight, he couldn't help but help a little. In fact, it was also because he saw that Tang Dong was saving a little beggar, which made Li Mingyang think of his past life.

After meeting Tang Dong, Li Mingyang never had a chance to shake off this chatter and was stunned. Although he is twenty years old, he is a much simpler person than himself. In his eyes, there is only good and evil in the world, and as a monk, opening and closing his mouth is the way of chivalry. It's not that the narrow way is ridiculous, it's just that it's always weird to talk about these things.

However, a person is a good person after all, although the strength of Qingling Realm Ichizhong is slightly weaker, but after learning that he is also going to participate in the southern battle, Li Mingyang still accepts the fact that he is walking with him.

But they weren't the only ones who traveled the way, there was another group of monks who accompanied them. The other group of monks are not Xianmen monks, all of them are casual cultivators, they rushed here just to watch the battle, after all, the cultivation of the scattered cultivators is actually quite hard, they don't have enough spirit stones, and they don't have any clever exercises, so they naturally don't want to miss such a grand event as the Battle of the South. Although the battles in the southern war were all young monks, they were all elite disciples cultivated in various forces, and even if they were not the most elite, they were certainly good at fighting.

Therefore, if you can watch all the battles of the Southern War, it will naturally be a very beneficial harvest. Generally speaking, casual cultivation is because they are not talented, they are unable to worship the immortal sect, or they are unwilling to endure the life of being an outer disciple, so they are generally more miserable. For this kind of thing, Li Mingyang can't comment on it.

After looking for Tang Dong for a long time, it turned out that there was no good place to settle in the Lanting Plain, Li Mingyang could only smile bitterly, it seemed that he really responded to that joke, he was going to find a tree branch to spend the night tonight. The places where you can settle in the Lanting Plain are all occupied by some immortal gates, but there is a large area of very empty place in the plain, but no one dares to live there, because it is the battlefield of the Southern War.

"Tang Dong, have you found a place to live?" After the convergence, a female cultivator named Tiewen in the Sanxiu came over and asked.

"No, I'll have to sleep on the branches tonight. Tang Dong laughed and said, "Alas, I want to be ...... to be free."

"Okay, okay, day by day, what else will you do except brag. Tie Wen interrupted Tang Dong's words angrily and looked at Li Mingyang: "If it doesn't work, you can make do with us at night, just now we found a monk camp, which can accommodate two people." ”

"Tiewen, what are you talking about, didn't that camp say that it was okay to keep it for Lao Duan, how could it be given to the two of them. As Tie Wen spoke, a man with a gloomy face came up and said in a strange manner: "Everyone is a big man, one is in charge, the other is mysterious, and they all have to participate in the battle in the south." With such a big man, we still have to stay away. ”

"Haha, that's it, any cultivator dares to participate in the battle in the south, and I'm not afraid of dying like this, let's have some fun with others." I said Tiewen, let's come back quickly. ”

Although these casual cultivators traveled together, only Tie Wen had the most docile temperament among these people, and some of the others were probably because they had suffered from the ridicule and white eyes of others, and when they saw people who were not as good as themselves, they would try their best to show their own ridicule. Especially the man with a gloomy face, named Wei Jin, he has always been the person who laughed at Tang Dong the most, and sometimes even Li Mingyang had to mock him.

This is also the reason why Li Mingyang is unwilling to pay attention to them, poor people must have something to hate, their low strength is certainly a factor on the one hand, but they themselves do not have a real heart to be strong, this is a big problem.

Tang Dong is crazy all day long, and Li Mingyang also finds him very interesting and unbiased, because he knows very well what he wants to do and what he should do. Tang Dong did not participate in the Battle of the South for fun, but did come with his own goals. In the south, as long as there is a little cultivation foundation, it has almost been carved up, and Tang Dong, as the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, naturally does not want to be alone. So he had a very ambitious goal, which was to score in the top 100 in the southern war, and then he could divide a small mine, so that he could try to establish a mountain gate and recruit disciples.

Although in Li Mingyang's view, his ideas are too distant and exaggerated, at least people with faith will still be unable to help but debunk them.

Tang Dong, like Li Mingyang, never paid attention to those loose cultivators who mocked him. Tie Wen smiled apologetically, and could only awkwardly say goodbye and return to the team of scattered cultivators.

"Let's go, take a look around, I want to see if I can get any good magic weapons." Tang Dong didn't seem to be affected by Wei Jin's ridicule at all, laughed, and pulled Li Mingyang to prepare to go shopping.

The reason why the Lanting Plain is so lively now is because many monks take advantage of the opportunity to gather here, all of them are peddling some good things, or trying to exchange for something they usually want to find but can't find.

Li Mingyang doesn't have much demand for this, and Li Mingyang's only need for these things is the array plate. Gradually, he became accustomed to using the magic circle to solve problems when he encountered various difficulties.

may really say that it is not that the enemies do not get together, in the huge Lanting Plain, Li Mingyang and Tang Dong actually met Wei Jin and Tiewen and their group when they were wandering around.

"Yo, isn't this the master of the dignified Xiaoyao Sect, what, is the master of the sect planning to buy magic weapons here? The grade is too low, how can it be used by a big person like you." As soon as he saw Tang Dong, Wei Jin said very exaggeratedly, causing a group of companions behind him to laugh.

Rao is Li Mingyang has always been calm, and when he saw a guy like Wei Jin, he couldn't help but be a little angry. But Tang Dong, who had always been stunned, suddenly grabbed Li Mingyang's arm and said with a smile: "What do you care about this kind of person, let the dog bite it, you can't bite the dog." ”

Li Mingyang looked at Tang Dong in surprise, and suddenly found that he seemed to know him just now.

"Who do you say is a dog, do you dare to say it again?" Wei Jin pointed at Tang Dong and scolded as if he was really a mad dog at this time.

But just as Wei Jin was shouting, the crowd in the distance suddenly burst into a wave. In the current Lanting Plain, such a situation is really rare.

"Hey, what's going on, what's going on over there?" asked a fat monk who suddenly patted Li Mingyang on the shoulder as he hurriedly walked past him.

Li Mingyang was still confused, so he could only smile bitterly: "I don't know either." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a guy who stole the thief's brain came over and said awkwardly: "Haha, I don't know why that's like that over there, sue you, it's because the person from the first immortal gate Linglong Gate in Nanluo City has finally come." If you want to talk about the battle in the south, if there is no Linglong Gate, it will be really boring. ”

"Is the Linglong Gate so powerful, and one Immortal Gate can affect the excitement of the entire southern battle?" the fat monk asked curiously.

"As soon as I see Brother Tai, I don't often walk around in this generation, tell you, Linglong Gate is known as the first immortal gate in Nanluo City, and the strength of the disciples is naturally beyond doubt, and in the first hundred of every southern battle, there can be at least ten of them. But to say wonderful, it is from another aspect. Ninety percent of the monks in the Linglong Sect are female cultivators, and all of them are beautiful female cultivators. Heck, if there weren't for these beautiful monks to fight the Southern War, then what would the Southern War mean. The thief-headed monk smacked his mouth and said, looking very intoxicated.

As soon as Wei Jin heard that it was the Linglong Sect monk who came, they were also excited. Linglong Gate is rich in the name of beautiful monks, and it is quite famous in this area. For a while, except for Tiewen, they all planned to go over to watch the excitement.

But to say that the people present were the most excited, it was Li Mingyang.

"Are you sure it's someone from the Linglong Sect here?" Li Mingyang pulled the thief-headed monk over and asked excitedly.

"Yes, I said brother, you don't have to be so excited, when the war starts, those big beauties will have to play one by one, it's useless for you to be excited now. The thief-headed monk was not annoyed by Li Mingyang, but persuaded him very righteously.

"Hmph, look, this kid is obsessed, he will go crazy when he hears the word Linglongmen, what kind of Linglong fairy does he really want to see, he kid still has to die?" Wei Jin pursed his lips and turned back to his companion.

Li Mingyang didn't bother to look at Wei Jin, but said to Tang Dong with great interest: "It's okay now, you don't have to sleep on the branch at night." Let's go, follow me to the Linglongmen camp, and my brother will take you to eat and drink spicy food. ”

Tang Dong looked at Li Mingyang with a nervous face, reached out and touched his forehead with concern, and sighed: "I don't have a fever, why did you suddenly talk nonsense, could it be that I was stupid by my handsomeness?"

Angrily opened Tang Dong's hand, Li Mingyang said: "If you come with me, you will follow, no matter how bad the people of Linglong Sect are, it is impossible for them to eat you, what are you afraid of." Unconsciously, Li Mingyang's speech also had a bit of Tang Dong's tone.

The people around all looked at Li Mingyang like they were looking at a fool, including Tang Dong, and even Tie Wen frowned slightly, unable to understand what Li Mingyang wanted to do.

But soon, everyone's eyes took their eyes off him again, and they all brushed in a direction behind him. Obviously, they were all staring at one person.

Li Mingyang turned his head and saw a beautiful woman who did not apply powder, but gave people an incomparably bewitching feeling, not so much a beauty, but a demon girl, the charm between the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, even made men feel sour when they saw it.

With a delicate figure, coupled with an extremely bewitching temperament, even a female cultivator like Tie Wen was dumbfounded, which was enough to see the charm of this woman.

But this bewitching beauty was under everyone's attention, and walked towards Li Mingyang as if no one was around. As soon as she walked up to him, the female cultivator suddenly reached out and twisted Li Mingyang's ear, and scolded viciously: "You have no conscience, where have you died these days?"