Except for the human world, the heavens and the earth are still very large.

And the spheres of influence of large and small sects are intertwined with each other, relying on the nine holy lands, and they can be regarded as safe and sound with each other.

Outside the sphere of influence of the sect is the scope of the activities of the scattered cultivators.

said that there is no door and no faction, but in fact, nine out of ten are because there is no hope of entering the sect, so they can only comfort themselves and say that they like freedom.

Even the worst sects have a contempt for loose cultivation.

After all, people like Zhao Qiansun were originally sons of luck, and it was rare for God to chase after them to feed them.

In addition to such a son of luck, another reason for the loose cultivator is the monk who has already cultivated a body, but does not want to be bound by the sect, and walks freely between heaven and earth.

After all, people with outstanding talents have many perverse personalities.

This has also led to an extremely serious differentiation of strength in the scattered cultivation.

Poor is really bad, and strong loose cultivation is also outrageously strong.

Outside the power of the sect, the strong casual cultivators have established one city after another, and they have also given the world a place to rest.

These cities serve as a trading place for casual cultivators to rest, exchange ideas, and buy and sell exercises or spiritual grass.

Bai Feiyu, who had been running for two months with his hair on his shoulder, was finally carried in front of a huge city.

Bai Feiyu, who is now an ordinary person, has obviously lost weight because of the toss of the past two months.

If it weren't for Ouyang's occasional True Yuan transition, I'm afraid he would have been tossed to death halfway.

Have you ever tried what it's like to sit on the roof of a formula car at 800 mph?

If not, sit on the roof of the train next time you take the high-speed rail.

The thrill of dying and coming back to life in an instant will make you jump sideways repeatedly in front of Lord Yama.

This is what Bai Feiyu has experienced in the past two months.

When this big city appeared in front of Bai Feiyu, Bai Feiyu's first reaction was to hold on to the wall and spit out the breakfast he ate this morning.

A slap slapped on the triumphant Mao on the side, and the angry Bai Feiyu pointed at the fingers of the Mao and trembled.

If it weren't for the fact that this blue bird was the reincarnation of Ou Yezi, he would have roasted it!

After feeling a little alive, Bai Feiyu raised his head and looked at the big city in front of him.

When he saw the plaque above the city gate, Bai Feiyu was stunned.

The huge city wall is full of mottled years, and even with the blessing of the reinforcement formation, it can't stop the erosion of the years.

The two words, like a knife and an axe, silently tell the name of the city:

"Song of the Morning"

At the first glance of seeing these two words, Bai Feiyu seemed to have been pulled back to ancient times by time, when he was still the sword immortal Li Taibai.

From birth to growth, from growing up to defeating the swordsmen in the world, he has always lived in this city.

Forty-six squares in the city, east and west cities, the Li family, who was once the lord of the city, is the master of this city.

And he has lived in the City Lord's Mansion since he was a child, practicing swords all day long, and he doesn't dare to stop for a moment.

This city was both a haven and a cage for oneself in his previous life.

Bai Feiyu looked at the ancient city in front of him, and sighed that time seemed to have stopped in front of this city, after so many years, this city was still standing.

Looking towards the city gate, countless white-clothed sword cultivators went in and out, each monk hung a sword from his waist, his nostrils were facing the sky, and he was dragging two hundred or eighty thousand, as if the other party was born to owe him five hundred yuan.

Bai Feiyu didn't know that these white-clothed sword cultivators acted like this to commemorate the former Li Taibai.

That sword leader, the first in the world, the sword immortal Li Taibai who slashed immortals alone!

Looking down at his current self, Bai Feiyu felt indescribably bitter in his heart, after his reincarnation, he became so depressed, he was really ashamed of himself in his previous life.

But since you're here, let's take a walk around the city!

Bai Feiyu raised his head again, and just wanted to take a step, but he saw a green shirt that didn't know when a small stall was set up at the mouth of the city wall, holding a few books in his hand, and shouting at the past sword cultivator: "Take a walk, take a look, authentic sword fairy quotations, don't miss it when you pass by, you can't buy a low-grade spirit stone, you can't buy it, you can't be fooled!" ”

With the cries of the green shirts, two dog barks echoed from time to time.

Although the sword cultivators who came and went had their nostrils facing the sky, when they heard the quotations of the sword immortal, they still stopped and looked at the book in Ouyang's hand.

"What kind of character is Sword Immortal, how could his quotations appear on such a small stall?"

"Isn't there really a fool who thinks he's selling sword fairy quotations?"

"He sells Sword Immortal quotations, then I am the reincarnation of Li Taibai!"

"Then I'm Li Taibai's father, call him Dad!"

....

This kind of commonplace little trick naturally can't deceive the casual cultivators who walk the world.

But when Ouyang opened a book casually, he recited in a deep voice:

"I am an immortal, an immortal is me, I am the first immortal in the world, the strongest immortal in the world!"

.....

Suddenly, the noisy street quieted down, and they all looked at Ouyang, who was reciting Li Taibai's second quotation.

Bai Feiyu covered his face with one hand, what is the difference between his own senior brother and in public?

"No, I can't let others know, I know my senior brother! I gotta go! Bai Feiyu's face was hot and panicked, and he quietly bowed his body and prepared to leave here.

It's embarrassing or a big brother!

Just as Bai Feiyu was about to leave, countless gasps sounded all around:

"Is such a heroic statement really something that a monk can make?"

"That's right, just by listening to a sentence, it seems that you can see the demeanor of the former sword fairy in front of you!"

"I didn't expect to be able to really hear the quotations of the Sword Immortal in my lifetime!"

"Ahh I'm dead! ”

Countless sword immortals looked at Ouyang who was reciting quotations affectionately, their faces full of shock and emotion.

Finally, a young sword cultivator dressed in white walked towards Ouyang's small bookstall, opened the book of sword immortal quotations like a treasure, and closed it instantly after just looking at it.

The young man was full of excitement, quickly threw down a lower grade spirit stone, turned around and squeezed away the crowd.

When there was the first person to eat crabs, the small bookstall that Ouyang had set up was instantly crowded by Jian Xiu.

"Give me a copy! Give me a copy! ”

"I want two! Two copies! ”

"Who stepped on Lao Tzu's feet! Bastard! ”

....

In the bustling white-clothed sword cultivators, Ouyang in a green shirt smiled very happily, and while collecting the spirit stones, he took out a book of sword immortal quotations from the storage space and handed them to the sword cultivators who were eager to learn.

"Do all the sword cultivators in this era have problems with their brains?" Bai Feiyu looked at the crazy sword cultivators and was shocked by the low cultural literacy of this generation's sword cultivators.

If the sword cultivation in the world is like this now, why worry about the continuous sword cultivation!