Out of the Mill Auction House, Fang Yan also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his clenched palms were covered with sweat. He took a quick look around, then disappeared into the crowd and walked slowly out of the city.

The noise kept ringing in this small city, and if you listened carefully, you could find that at this moment, most of what everyone was talking about was what happened to Fang Yan outside the ancient ruins, and the remaining small part was guessing where Fang Yan was now, and what he would do next.

Just when everyone thought that Fang Yan would die under the attack of the Mi family, a very loud long groan suddenly sounded in the sky, and then, a very strange scene appeared, after this voice sounded, the attack that flew towards Fang Yan disappeared. The next moment, a huge guy appeared outside the ruins, taking Fang Yan and the little girl away in a daze for everyone. ”

A professional storyteller is telling this story in the restaurant at the moment, telling this story that he doesn't know how many times.

"You know what that big guy is? Oh, that's amazing, that's a divine beast, an adult divine beast, I heard that its strength is much stronger than the elders of the three major forces. ”

"As soon as this divine beast appeared, everyone was stunned, and it took a long time to react, and by the time they reacted, the dialect had long since disappeared."

"Tongues just ran away like that?"

"Aren't there three of them? And what about one more person? ”

"And who is the man with the cloak? Didn't he come to the rescue of tongues? ”

"Are there any powerful people behind the dialect?"

A group of listeners asked their doubts in a gossiping manner, regardless of whether the other party knew the answer or not.

In the distance, a blue-shirted young man with a flushed face showed a self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth, took up the wine glass in front of him and drank it all, and then looked at the flow of people below with a melancholy expression.

The crowd kept moving in front of his eyes, but his gaze was unfocused, just looking out the window in such a distracted way. After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and picked up the flask to fill it. But at this moment, he made a movement in his hand, and his brows wrinkled unconsciously.

"How is that possible? How could he possibly be here at this time? He shook his head self-deprecatingly, and the jug of wine flowed down, filling his glass in the blink of an eye.

He picked up his glass, but it stopped in mid-air, and then, again, he turned his head to look out the window at the crowd, and quickly searched. Soon, his gaze was fixed on a thin figure.

"Smack!"

The glass in his hand suddenly shattered open, and the wine in the glass spilled all over the floor. But he didn't realize it, and looked out the window in shock, his eyes widening as if he had seen something incredible.

Fortunately, everyone else around was attracted to the storyteller and didn't notice anything unusual about him.

"How is this possible?" He gasped violently, and his eyes were filled with a thick look of horror.

After a while, he came back to his senses suddenly, glanced around without a trace, and only after making sure that no one around him noticed him did he stand up without a hurry and walked towards the restaurant. But if someone looks closely, they can find that although his expression is not panicked, his eyes are very anxious.

As soon as he left the restaurant, he quickly disappeared into the crowd, unhurriedly following the flow, until more than half an hour later, after making sure that no one was paying attention to him, he sped up his speed to squeeze through the crowd and chased forward. It wasn't long before the familiar figure reappeared in his sight.

His speed slowed down, and he slowly followed him, his eyes trying not to fall on him.

Soon, the city gate was close in sight, and the crowd became a little thinner.

The figure in front of him lowered his head slightly, and he had no intention of stopping at all, and walked directly out of the city.

He followed without hesitation.

Out of the city gates, all the way to the west.

There were fewer and fewer people, and after two quarters of an hour, there were only five or six people scattered along the whole avenue.

The figure in front of him stopped.

The blue-shirted young man had a complicated look on his face and also stopped.

……

Fang Yan stopped in place, his breathing was a little short, and after waiting for a moment without hearing movement behind him, his brows furrowed unconsciously.

As early as when he was in Cloud City, he noticed that there was an aura that always fell on him inadvertently, but he was not sure if this aura was really coming towards him. What he didn't expect was that after leaving the city, this breath actually followed him all the time. But what puzzled him was that he stopped at the moment, but the other party didn't make any moves.

There are many people here, and he doesn't want to turn back, and he doesn't dare to look back, for fear that he will be recognized as soon as he turns around.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and moved on. Then, his brow furrowed tightly, and a gloomy look flashed in his eyes.

For he noticed that the man behind him had followed him.

A few thoughts instantly turned in his mind, and he walked directly towards the mountains and forests under his feet. He made up his mind that no matter whether the person behind him recognized him or not, as long as he dared to come in, he would kill him.

The next moment, his eyes slowly narrowed, and a cold color flashed in his eyes.

Slowly going deeper along the mountain forest, after more than half an hour, the dense power forest was completely cut off from the avenue outside.

"Do you want to keep going?"

Just as he was about to do something, a somewhat bitter voice came from behind him.

His body froze, and his eyes suddenly dilated.

After a moment, he looked back in disbelief.

A blue-shirted young man looked at him with a bitter face, but after seeing him turn his head, he shook his head with a smile, and the bitterness at the corners of his mouth became more and more intense, as if he couldn't believe that this person was really him.

"Zhang Yang?" Fang Yan looked stunned, and after a while, he couldn't help but laugh, his face was very emotional, but there was still a hint of disbelief.

This blue-shirted young man is none other than Zhang Yang, who joined Qingyun Peak with him at the beginning.

Fight wildly!

He didn't expect that the two of them would meet here, at this time, in such a way.

The two were silent and looked at each other.

Zhang Yang looked at this familiar face, and he really couldn't connect with the boy in the recent legend.

He didn't expect that he was already hiding in this small city, and he would still be able to meet him.

As a newcomer under Qingyun Peak, he was naturally sent out to find dialects. It's just that how could he really look for him? So, he hid in this small city and lived a drunken life for nearly a month.

However, fate is so wonderful, some people can't get any news from him after trying their best, but he is so drunk and dreaming of death, but in the end he still meets him.

It's hard to predict.