Qiu Ming didn't dare to go out directly with his big ink bow on his back, but put it into the stubborn stone space, because the bow was so eye-catching that people could recognize it at a glance.

I don't know if she will come to the imperial capital, thinking of that graceful figure, others fell into the memories of the past. Xiu'er, others still can't help but call this familiar unfamiliar name, and even look forward to this name in their dreams, expecting that the familiar beauty suddenly jumped in front of him, and said to him with a hippie smile, Ha, I'm back.

Alas, with a heavy sigh, Qiu Ming's arrow in the quiver also poured into the stubborn stone space, and said silently in his heart: In this way, no one will recognize me again, right?

The old man Lou can't offer the Shadow Mirror, because it is in Qiu Ming's hands, and the other party's mind is controlled by others, so it is very likely that he will not come to the imperial capital to have fun.

"Do you need to pretend to be a treasure donor?" Qiu Ming asked himself in a muffled voice.

The caravan behind him quickly gave the answer.

It turned out to be the caravan of the old man Lou? Qiu Ming frowned, and faintly noticed that things seemed to have become more interesting.

The difference was that the caravan was dressed in festive costumes, as if it was welcoming a grand festival, and Qiu Ming noticed that even the civilians who were sandwiched on both sides of the road to greet him were also dressed in costumes, but he himself was dressed in gray, which seemed incompatible with the colorful festive costumes around him.

It's like a lump of ash suddenly bursting out of the red flower willow green, which completely disturbs the whole pattern of beauty.

After the caravan passed, it was the cultivator's array, and Qiu Ming actually saw Qin Mufeng and several of his fellow disciples in the second phalanx. Qin Mufeng originally had a smile on his face, but when he saw Qiu Ming mixed in the crowd. His handsome face twitched fiercely, and instead stared at Qiu Ming with a vicious look. It was as if he wanted to pounce on him immediately and tear Qiu Ming apart.

"Senior Brother Qin, who do you recognize?" the Shenqin cultivator on Qin Mufeng's side tilted his head and asked.

"No, I don't recognize it, I just think that his outfit gives people a feeling of standing out from the crowd. Qin Mufeng hurriedly covered up.

"Don't recognize the best. This person, Tsing Yi, empty quiver, alternative, not easy to mess with. The woman on the other side spoke extremely coldly, but also extremely simple and to the point.

"It's not easy to mess with? He's just a scrappy cultivator in the middle of Jiuyan, how can he be so bad?" Qin Mufeng doubted, although he was surprised in his heart that the other party had made such rapid progress, but he had to say that the other party had lost Yan. It's just like a wasted person.

"Is losing Yan a wasted person? Without Yan, you can't become a powerful cultivator?" The woman's words gradually increased: "Think about the seventh senior sister, doesn't she also have Yan?"

A series of questions were like a series of slaps on Qin Mufeng's face, choking him so much that he couldn't speak, and his face was red.

"Seventh Senior Sister is different, she can't cultivate Yan because she was born with a different body. Qin Mufeng finally found a reason to refute, but this reason didn't seem to be very reasonable.

When Qin Mufeng walked in front of Qiu Ming, the latter grinned at him with a harmless smile of humans and animals. This move suddenly provoked Qin Mu to jump like thunder, but the other party was extremely well-cultivated, although he was so angry that he almost wanted to vomit blood, he still endured this anger.

Qiu Ming turned his gaze to the second phalanx. This second phalanx is simply a combination of golden boys and girls.

All handsome men and beautiful women, and they are twenty-eight years old, whether they are men or women. He was also seven feet tall, wearing a green coat or a red dress. There was obviously a smell of flirtatious flirtatious air wafting around.

However, the effect was remarkable, with the whistles and screams of men and women on both sides of the road.

But embarrassingly. The cultivation of these people is uneven, and the cultivation that is high is the major cultivation of the Knowing Destiny Realm, and the cultivation is so low that it is only the initial realm of Zhuyan. This has to be said to be a great irony, and all the disciples in the Zhuyan period have been moved out, but there is no one available in this sect.

This third array is even more bizarre, there is only a young man in a white robe, I saw that he was carrying a snow-white divine sword that looked good, he was beautiful and handsome, and the most important thing was that his cultivation was not bad, and he knew the cultivation of the first realm.

The combination of this overhaul gimmick, a good-looking skin and a close-fitting sword, really aroused the jealousy of many onlookers and the screams of the girls, and it is worth mentioning that the screams were better than the third formation of Fang Cai when he walked over.

"A man who sells his reputation and reputation. Qiu Ming scoffed at this.

With the other party's powerful divine sense, he obviously sensed the disrespectful behavior that Qiu Ming brought him, and when he saw Qiu Ming's cultivation clearly, he couldn't help but sneer: "A waste cultivation in the middle of the Jiuyan period, and dare to compete with the sun and the moon?"

Qiu Ming turned around and walked towards the royal family's place, he didn't bother to deal with this person anymore, a person who was so proud that he didn't know the height of the sky, he had no right to talk to him at all. And this person has no grace at all, and he is brazen to come out of a famous family, which is really a shame.

"You kid stop me!" the cultivator really couldn't bear it anymore, and he scolded.

Qiu Ming was naturally not stupid enough to stay put, because he felt that it was impossible for the other party to chase out of the battle in order to vent his anger, after all, the other party was from a famous family, and because of those rules of three obedience and four virtues, he did not dare to be too presumptuous, especially in this kind of public view.

Qiu Ming is different, he is a wave cultivator, and he doesn't know what the word rules are, let alone how to write them?

Seeing that Qiu Ming ignored him at all, the white-clothed overhaul was obviously angry, but because of the problem of his face, he couldn't rush out to fight with the other party like a mad dog, so the fire in his heart was so suffocated that he screamed a grievance.

However, when he saw that the direction Qiu Ming was going in was the direction where the royal family was located, he was a little relieved in his heart. He was secretly ruthless, as long as the battle was lifted, he must be good-looking, and if he didn't execute this guy, he would have to beat him half-disabled.

After all, his reputation as one of the four rookies of the Qiankun Sect is not false.

"Isn't this kid very unpleasant?" said a disciple of the Guiyuan Sect who came over behind him.

"Liu Ziwen, what are you talking about? Don't you also want to take the opportunity to mock me Du?" The white-clothed cultivator stopped and stared at Liu Ziwen coldly, and an invisible murderous aura overflowed from his body like water.

"Hey, I didn't mean that, I, Liu Ziwen, am really for your good. Liu Ziwen hurriedly waved his little hand and explained with a smile: "Have you paid attention, he has no bow or arrows, only an empty quiver." ”

"What is he doing with me without a bow or arrow?" After saying this, Du Yan suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Rumors about the Bowless Cultivator and the Ink Bow Killer, he had heard it before entering the city, this demon had the ability to kill with one enemy and ten, and all of them were overrepairs in the Knowing Destiny Realm, and there were two Divine Armor cultivators.

At this thought, he turned his shocked gaze to the direction where Qiu Ming was going, at this time, due to the increase in onlookers, his vision was completely obscured, and he could only see the empty quiver behind the other party and the ponytail that was flicking around the back of his head.

A hundred years old, demons, geniuses, these words are not enough to describe the talent and talent of the young man in front of him. (To be continued......)