The woman in green clothes next to her is named Zhaohua, who used to be a disciple of Wen Shiyun, and now she is one of the elders of the Sword Pavilion.

"Well, who does the Pavilion Master want to see?" Zhaohua stood half a step behind Wen Shiyun and asked softly.

Outside the glazed holy land, there are trees and heavy rocks in a radius of thousands of miles, and there is no one in the city, and the only town is also thousands of miles away.

The closest country to the Glass Sanctuary is a small country called Jingdong Kingdom, and this town is on the edge of this country.

Although it is very remote, because it is the closest town to the Liuli Holy Land, it can barely make ends meet by providing hotels for monks.

In the desolate town, on the sparse streets, people's backs look a little decadent and confused.

The street signs and storefront plaques on the side of the street are dusty and old, and the word "shabby" is written on the whole town from top to bottom.

At this time, a woman wearing a dress and a green feather tulle walked up, and behind her stood a curvy woman in a green coat holding a blue and white oil paper umbrella for her.

The temperament of the second woman is calm and elegant, detached from the dust, her skin is as white as mutton fat, ice muscles and jade bones, and her eyebrows are like spring mountains, like fairies in the world, with indescribable divine nobility.

The moment they appeared on the streets of the town, the originally dilapidated and desolate streets seemed to be filled with light in an instant, the roads were full of dust, but the ground under the feet of the two girls was extremely smooth.

No amount of dust could come close to them who were so transcendent.

Along the way, everyone looked straight and stayed where they were.

These inactive mortals had never seen such a woman in their lives.

Some young masters and stubborn children of the broad family looked at those two such beautiful women, and evil thoughts grew in their hearts.

"Made, if I can have this kind of woman, I am willing to die!"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to play anymore!"

They only dare to talk about it, if the children of other regions will really do things to rob people's girls, but the people who come and go in this town are very likely to be big people of a certain force.

These young masters of the broad family have received a kind of education since they were young, that is, the higher the appearance of the person, the more they can provoke! The more you like to pretend to be a cold stranger, the more you can't mess with!

"Young master, you must be calm!" A short and fat old butler reminded his young master on the side.

"Hey, I know, if we want to mix well in this place, we must have eyesight, you see that dirty beggar on the side of the road may be some big man!" Said the young man in a fancy costume.

"Haha, young master, you're wrong, that beggar is a down-and-out beggar, last time a few people crushed the leftovers with their feet, and the dog didn't eat it, but the old beggar ate it with dust."

The old butler smiled gently, as if he had never treated the beggar as a human being.

Many servants of large families have been bullied and humiliated, and these experiences will not make them more kind, but will only make them more insulting others, and the old beggar is the only person they can bully in the town.

While the two were talking, the peerless beautiful woman stopped in front of the old beggar.

The beggar was in rags, his hair was dirty, and his body smelled of sweat, and the beggar sat on the ground, his back against a broken wall, his eyes slightly closed, and he looked like he was about to die.

The woman in the light veil lowered her head, and there was disappointment in her beautiful eyes that could not be concealed.

With a single sound, a copper coin fell into the broken bowl in front of the old beggar.

The old beggar's eyes were slightly open, his eyes were slightly raised, his eyes were extremely cloudy, and the old beggar's downfall was in stark contrast to the temperament of the second daughter.

"Thank you."

The old beggar's chapped lips opened slightly, and his voice was hoarse.

The second daughter who came here was Wen Shiyun and Zhaohua.

"My master's Yang life was about to end four hundred years ago, and the impact on the Heavenly Tribulation failed, and his body died in the Thunder Tribulation!" Wen Shiyun, who has always been gentle, asked with some annoyance, and her words were full of blame.

"Thank you both for your handout!" The old beggar replied.

"Don't think that this will make up for the mistakes you have made, do you know how my master has come over all these years?" The more Wen Shiyun spoke, the more angry she became, and reprimanded.

The old beggar turned a deaf ear, stretched out his dirty right hand and touched the copper coin from the broken bowl and stuffed it into his pocket.

"What a wreck, how could Master have taken a fancy to you back then!"

Wen Shiyun said angrily, and with a little finger like clotted fat, the broken bowl in front of the old beggar shattered into powder.

"This bowl is also worth a penny, but I won't let you pay for it." The old beggar muttered to himself.

"How long do you want it to go?"

Wen Shiyun suddenly became furious, and her fair-skinned jade hand directly grabbed the old man's dirty left arm, and then fell to the ground.

Rumble!

The ground cracked, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and Wen Shiyun hit the old beggar with another spiritual power explosion, and the old beggar was beaten to death.

"The once powerful hero is now like this?" Wen Shiyun said humiliatingly.

"Ahem! 〜”

The old beggar coughed dryly, and a puff of black smoke came out of his mouth.

"You... You little girl doll, you actually did it directly!! It's too much of a deception! "The old beggar is obviously extraordinary, otherwise the people of Putong would have died many times.

The old beggar got up, jumped like thunder, and rushed into the crown in anger.

Seeing that the other party was angry, Wen Shiyun became even more angry, and said angrily:

"What? Don't know me anymore? I'm Wen Shiyun! ”

"Wen Shiyun?!" Hearing this name, the old beggar was taken aback, how could the Great Elder of the Glazed Holy Land not know the name, in the town closest to the Glazed Sacred Land, even mortals knew a little bit about the Glazed Holy Land.

"yes, aren't you trying to hit me? Come on, beat me like you did when you beat my eldest sister! Wen Shiyun's beautiful eyes were full of anger, revealing the resentment that had been hidden in her heart for many years.

The old beggar didn't want to deal with Wen Shiyun, but this girl hit herself inexplicably, so she had to "theorize"!

"Hit your eldest sister? .... Your eldest sister is... Dream Moon Fairy? The old beggar asked tentatively.

"Yes!"

Hiss 〜

The old beggar gasped, he used to be a powerful existence, but the name of Mengyue Immortal was still like a nightmare.

"What a fierce person this Nima is, how damn he dares to fight Mengyue Immortal!" The old beggar was horrified and muttered to himself.

"Back then, in order to vent her anger to the master, didn't the eldest sister kill your horse, but she seriously injured the eldest sister and bullied the younger sister, and then she pretended to be pitiful, which was really disgusting!"

Wen Shiyun scolded angrily, and her angry chest rose and fell.

She received information a year ago that Wang Wuxian was hiding in this town, but Frozen Chunqiu was also in the Holy Land, she didn't dare to come here to see Wang Wuxian, if she let Frozen Chunqiu know about it, it was estimated that she would go directly into the town.