Dayue Dynasty, Luyang County, Changchuan City.

The city wall of the city is high and broad, standing east, west, north and south eight gates, the market is prosperous, the pedestrians are endless, and the merchants are shouting and selling one after another.

On both sides of the street, there are promenades sheltering from the wind and rain, where vendors set up stalls and pedestrians can also escape the scorching sun.

At night, there is no curfew in the city, and the lights are as bright as day.

Businesses and residents hang their lanterns high, and people don't need torches and lanterns to walk, and they are dizzying to walk around.

The hawkers on the street are shouting, and the faint singing of soliciting customers comes out from the brothels, which contrast with each other, and are very prosperous and lively.

After nightfall, Su Fan walked on the streets of Changchuan City.

In the past few days, he has been to many places one after another, but he has not seen a single monk, nor has he inquired about the places where the immortals haunt.

Su Fan bought a few maps, hoping to find a place where the monks gathered.

It's a pity that I can only buy the map of the Great Yue Dynasty, and I can't see any clues from the map at all.

No way, the territory of the Central Plains is too big.

It is said that the Dayue Dynasty alone has a radius of nearly 10,000 miles and a population of hundreds of millions.

There were also several secular dynasties in the vicinity, and the population and land area under their rule were not inferior to those of the Da Yue Dynasty.

Changchuan Mansion City is the largest city within a radius of thousands of miles, so Su Fan came to try his luck.

There were all kinds of food stalls under the porches on both sides of the street, and he ate a street from beginning to end, and he was half full.

Su Fan sat in front of a wonton stand, asked for a bowl from the boss, and then sat there and ate it.

The stall owners are a husband and wife, busy with business all day long, bringing their seven or eight-year-old son with them, and the children are also sensible, so they play in front of and behind the stall.

Su Fan ate a wonton, the taste of fresh meat and onion filling was very good, especially the soup stock was made of big bones and chicken.

At this moment, there was a shout in the distance, followed by the dense sound of horses' hooves.

I saw more than a dozen tall horses roaring from the end of the street, and the knights on the horses wore black robes and dark cloaks, all of them were majestic.

In such a lively street, these people have no scruples, and they have no intention of slowing down.

The whole street was suddenly in chaos, and people scrambled to dodge, and a few pedestrians who were slower to avoid were instantly knocked away by the sturdy horses, and they were spread out on the street neighing and screaming.

"Dog, come back......"

With the stall owner's hissing and lung-splitting shout, Su Fan also raised his head.

They saw their children standing on the side of the street, and at this moment a dozen healthy horses were already roaring.

Seeing the moment the child was knocked away by the healthy horse, Su Fan stretched out his hand and pulled him back almost against the horse's legs.

The people around were all relieved, even if a strong man was hit by a healthy horse that was running like a fly, he would have to lie down for ten days and a half months.

The child is so young, I am afraid that if I am bumped into, I will lose my life.

The stall owner threw away the fence in her hand, rushed over in a few steps, hugged the child tightly in her arms, and cried loudly.

Su Fan smiled, ready to turn around and continue to eat the bowl of wontons.

At this time, the horse team had already whistled past the side, and the person who was left behind turned his head to look at Su Fan.

The other party was smaller, obviously a woman, and she wore a black gauze hat that covered her face.

Su Fan saved the child just now, and the people around him didn't see anything, but the female knight saw a hint of strangeness.

Su Fan was facing away from the child at the time, and when the horse galloped over, the back of his head seemed to have eyes, and he pulled the child up as soon as he turned around slightly.

It looks like nothing, but in the eyes of connoisseurs, it is amazing.

Hey!!

This female knight turned out to be a fourth-level Qi cultivator.

This is the first immortal cultivator Su Fan has seen since he came to the Central Plains.

It wasn't until more than a dozen horses roared past that the stall owner reacted, and both of them ran to thank Su Fan.

Looking at the stall owner with a grateful face, Su Fan just waved his hand.

"You don't have to take it to heart......"

After speaking, he glanced at the direction in which the horse team was leaving, and asked, "Who are they, so arrogant......

The stall owner hurriedly replied: "They are the evil suppression department, these people are amazing, and the old men of the Changchuan Mansion can't afford to provoke them......"

"The ...... of the Evil Division"

Hearing this name, and thinking of the Qi cultivation female cultivator just now, Su Fan suddenly frowned.

It seems that cults are not only wreaking havoc in the Western Wilderness, but are also wreaking havoc in the secular realms of the Central Plains.

"Brother, has there been any evil worship here in Changchuan Mansion?"

When the stall owner heard this, he said with a bitter face: "I haven't heard of it in the early years, but it has been spread more in recent years, and the Forbidden Evil Division was established two years ago, but it has always been quite peaceful here in Fucheng." ”

At this moment, the street was chaotic again, and there was a dense sound of footsteps in the distance.

I saw a group of officers and soldiers with spears and bows hurrying down the street, and many officers followed on both sides to help maintain order on the street.

Everyone on the street knew that something must have happened, and it was not small.

Therefore, many stall owners began to withdraw their stalls, and passers-by who went shopping also went home, for fear of harming the pond fish.

Su Fan left the wonton stall and continued to wander the streets.

He followed the direction in which the horse team had just left, all the way to Xicheng, but was stopped by the messenger guarding the intersection.

The streets ahead were already under martial law, the streets were deserted, the shops on both sides were closed, and there was not a single passer-by except for the officers and soldiers on patrol.

Su Fan turned around and walked back, his eyes froze, and he completely let go of his divine sense, and the scene in a radius of hundreds of zhang was in full view.

I saw that a luxurious house was surrounded by officers and soldiers, the courtyard door had been broken open by officers and soldiers, and the house was occupied by officers and soldiers.

It's a pity that there is no longer a trace of life in the huge mansion, and there are hundreds of dried corpses that have been devoured in flesh and blood scattered.

In a utility room in the backyard of the house, the dozen or so people from the Evil Division were gathered next to the entrance of a basement.

Su Fan smiled bitterly and shook his head, he didn't expect that the Central Plains was not peaceful.

But the appearance of the evil cultivator also made him breathe a sigh of relief, Changchuan Mansion City was the right one, and it really allowed him to find a clue.

He was going to walk around the city and talk to a few evil cultivators.

Su Fan walked around the city quietly, his consciousness was completely released, and he found his target in a while.

He came to an alley and stood in front of a courtyard door.

Su Fan sniffed, and suddenly smelled a familiar smell.

Luo Tianjiao has great magical powers, and even the Central Plains has people who worship golems and cultivate.

There was a flash of lightning under his feet, and the person had already appeared in the courtyard, and his divine sense swept it, and he locked on to the target.

In a basement in the courtyard, several people were kneeling in front of a golem, their eyes bowing reverently.

Suddenly, they all froze in place, as if their necks were being grasped by a large, invisible hand, lifting them from the ground and levitating them in the air.

These few evil cultivators were all in the early stage of Qi cultivation, and Su Fan easily restrained them just by releasing his divine thoughts.

(End of chapter)