What is the lonely and unheard? What is the frog at the bottom of the well? Mengjiao now finally knows!

High-rise buildings rise from the ground, on the spacious roads, countless sports cars come and go, and the sound of ticking horns comes into the ears, turning into a noisy song, so that this person who came to the capital for the first time completely realized that there is such a world of difference between the poor countryside and the big city!

"Sugar gourd, authentic Kyoto sugar gourd, not sweet and no money. ”

"Pancakes, pancakes with 20 martial arts coins, delicious and inexpensive, come and buy them!"

"Little brother, this little brother walks slowly!" Just when Mengjiao Mengjiao looked around and was attracted by the lively scene, a middle-aged man who was as thin as a bamboo pole and carrying a long banner ran over from a distance shouting, and when he stood in front of him through the crowd, he said in a rough manner, "Little brother, but, I can be regarded as catching up with you!"

"We know?" Looking at this man, there was no strong breath on his body, and that faint sense of qi was at best the appearance of the early stage of true qi, Mengjiao's eyes were not shocked, so he asked lightly, he could be sure that it was the first time he came here, and he could be sure that now there was no one left in the dream family except himself, if it wasn't for the other party not showing any hostility, he would have waved his sleeves and left.

No matter how much he thought about it in the car, after getting out of the car, Mengjiao immediately cheered up, and persuaded everyone, and decided to go around this big city alone, on the one hand, to breathe a sigh of relief, during this time, he was either for cultivation, or for fighting, never so relaxed, it is always not wrong to combine work and rest, on the other hand, it is to find out the news, to see the situation of the major families in Kyoto, what can be compared to the market. Is it easier to listen to the news?

Mengjiao's idea was not wrong, but it was a pity that he overestimated his affinity, and along the way, he met either hawkers or shoppers. Talking to the vendor, the other party is full of business experience, persuading you to buy more things, talking to passers-by, the other party immediately looked at the young man with a scrutinizing gaze, and snorted coldly after a while. Turned around and left directly, maybe it was because of the hurry that came out, even Ouyang Mu didn't expect that when he came from the Royal Beast City, he was still wearing the robe that condensed the vitality of the earth, and to people wearing suits and leather shoes and casual clothes on the street, even if it was not palatable, they knew that this was a complete dirt bun. Who is in the mood to deal with him?

This new man obviously didn't know that Young Master Meng was in a very unhappy mood at this time, and his small eyes kept looking at him. Seeing that Meng Jiao's brows were furrowed, he said slowly: "As expected, little brother, you are afraid that there will be a bloody disaster in the past few days!"

Bloodlight disaster?Meng Jiao sneered in his heart. But it doesn't interface. He is not a stupid boy, he has so many martial arts in the black stone. Among them, the experience of dealing with people, although not much, but also somewhat, just listened to a sentence, I knew what was going on, the spiritual power probed out again, and determined that the person in front of him was just a guy in the early stage of true qi, and I couldn't help but laugh secretly in my heart, I didn't expect to meet a liar, could it be that I was dressed like this, did it really make people think that it was so easy to deceive?

Mengjiao didn't reply, and the man didn't care, he sighed in his mouth, put a small box on his back on the ground, and then turned on the switch on it, and took out a set of apricot yellow SE, a robe full of patterns, regardless of the fact that this was on the street, so he changed it in a grand manner, and when he finished dressing up, he shook off the long flag, revealing the four big characters of 'iron mouth deep calculation' on it, and with his apricot yellow robe, it really had a bit of a true appearance.

"Poor Dao Liu Changchun, is the 643rd generation of the Mai faction, adhering to the teacher's order to travel the world, people send the nickname to save the suffering and save the distress Liu Banxian! Today at the corner of the street, just a slight stroke, I saw the little brother's eyebrows, there is a blood line looming, it is expected to be a great omen, so I rushed forward regardless of it, and wanted to mention you, what I did was not money, nor fame and fortune, but I just wanted this world, less strife, less bloodshed. Liu Changchun shook his head and said, his voice was full of compassion, as if he was no longer an ordinary person at this moment, but a living Bodhisattva who fell from the sky to save the suffering, I thought that after saying this, even if the kid on the other side did not bow down immediately, he would ask in a panic, what kind of disaster did he have, and then he would be able to speak, who knew that after waiting for a long time, there was no movement, the corner of his eyes swept forward, and saw the other party standing there, without any expression on his face, he could only cough dryly, and continued to act by himself, "Everything in the world has a fixed number, little brother just look at your face, not a short-lived person, which shows that the calamity can still be saved, as long as you find the right way, you will live a long life and not know it!"

"Live a long life? Mengjiao said lightly, his tone was not without ridicule, you must know that when he broke through the peak of the day after tomorrow, he already had nearly five hundred years of longevity, and then Huolin blood was reborn, Shouyuan skyrocketed, breaking through to half a step of congenital, Shouyuan is advancing by leaps and bounds, at this time, even if it is an ordinary congenital martial artist, it may not be able to live as long as he is, the innate martial artist has a longevity of a thousand years, and his longevity is 1,500 years old, and he can compete with many people in the middle of the congenital stage, compared to who died first.

Liu Changchun's eyelids jumped, and he began to look at Mengjiaolai, in his opening, only those who are really strong will wear robes or battle armor retro, or the earth buns from the city below, the age of the strong is generally not too young, because no matter how good their qualifications are, cultivation always takes time, only by breaking through the innate and experiencing the washing of the heaven and earth vitality, it is possible to be younger, but even so, it will still slowly grow old, until the breakthrough of the late congenital stage, the person who has experienced the rebirth can always keep his appearance unchanged, but the strong people in the late congenital stage, and a few of them are young peopleAs far as he knew, there wasn't one!

It's not a congenital martial artist, that's an acquired martial artist, but the acquired martial artist, that lingering energy, even if you don't do it, will bring people an irresistible coercion, as an old fritter, the most important thing is a pair of eyes, Liu Changchun didn't feel that Mengjiao had that kind of unresistible coercion, so the possibility of the acquired martial artist was also removed by him, there was no coercion, and he couldn't feel the sense of qi.

Liu Changchun thought self-righteously, he didn't expect that when Mengjiao was an acquired realm, he had experienced a peerless demon who had been reborn and all his breath was restrained, if he didn't want to, no one would want to explore his roots, but after all, he didn't know the inside story, he thought he had all the information, and he smiled secretly in his heart, he dared to talk to the uncle? (To be continued......)