At this scene, the eyes of the villagers who had not escaped the good things stopped listening to Shang Ru's nonsense for a moment, and looked at the man in brown together.

In such an inconspicuous small village, they actually saw a fifth-level master. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, this man's mana light is cyan, and he is a fifth-level master.

And the cyan color is very rich, it should be around the fifth level and ten dans. After ten short lengths to be promoted to the next level, the man should still be a little bit away from suddenly being promoted to the sixth level of the Law Saint!

On the Qiongchuan Continent, the fourth level is already a strong person, and the fifth level is an example of a master. In such a remote place, it is rare to see even a third-level great, mage, and great martial artist, let alone a fifth-level master.

For a moment, everyone looked at the man adoringly, as if he was a god.

The man was calm and composed, neither dismissive nor enthusiastic in response to the eager gazes cast by everyone.

Feng Aojun was not surprised at all by his level, he had long expected that he would be a master above level four. The more advanced a person is, the higher his cultivation, and the more calm he will be.

Half-watered people always jingle bells.

Feng Aojun picked up the wine glass, nodded slightly to show his gratitude, and then drank it all in one gulp. It is slightly sweet in the throat, and a refreshing and oily smell arises spontaneously. can increase attack power, maybe it's not nonsense.

Everyone was puzzled when they saw that a master was so favored by a girl who was too ordinary to be ordinary, and couldn't help but look at Feng Aojun curiously, but her appearance was too mediocre, which made these good people look away in disappointment.

Attentive has always been dedicated to beautiful women. Ugly girl, how can she let such a handsome man treat her differently?

For a while, I felt that men's tastes were so peculiar.

The man ignored everyone's speculative gaze, threw down a gold coin, and left angrily.

The shopkeeper ran to clean up the table, held up the glittering gold coin, and held his breath. couldn't help blurting out: "What a rich uncle." ”

This gold coin is enough to buy hundreds of such taverns.

In such a remote village, the most common currency is copper, and silver coins can be seen in larger cities. Gold coins, such high-grade coins, can only be circulated in a large city as rich as the capital.

Feng Aojun looked out the window and saw the man enter the Five Elements Valley, and his brows couldn't help frowning slightly. The little Five Elements Valley, what is worthy of such a master who has traveled thousands of miles from the capital?

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The midday sun was the strongest, and a piece of bluestone at the entrance of the Five Elements Valley was illuminated with a dazzling white light by the golden light.

The three characters of 'Five Elements Valley' are twisted and carved on this piece of bluestone, and it is impossible to see what kind of calligraphy it is.

The mouth of the valley is narrow and silent.

After walking for a mile or so, it suddenly opened up, and a narrow clear stream crossed between the two mountains. It's like the seductive nipples and grooves under a woman's towering breasts.

Arm-thick vines hang down from the mountains and sink into the valley streams, and some forks in the road extend into the jungle deep in the valley, deep and unfathomable.

There was a faint sound of shattering in the forest, as if a wild beast was stepping on dead leaves. The small animals that haunt the edge of the valley mouth are only the second and third stages of the zero level, and they can't be called magical beasts. They don't take the initiative to attack humans, but if they go a mile or so deeper into the valley, you can see small monsters above the first level, and they are very fond of human blood.

Feng Aojun used the dagger he had prepared in advance to cut a sturdy branch into a wooden sword, turned into a fork in the road, and walked carefully towards the cup.

The little demonic beasts that occasionally popped out to look at Feng Aojun were all killed one by one by the wooden sword in her hand.

After walking for about five miles, the jungle gradually thinned out, and the cliffs were slightly visible, and the light became dazzling and intense.