Mo Ling, Su Zimo......

Zhou Tianzi frowned tightly and fell into deep thought. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

How is this possible?

Even though the truth is about to come out, Zhou Tianzi still doesn't want to believe it.

In his mind, how could two completely different images end up as one person?

After thinking for a while, Zhou Tianzi called in a deep voice: "Someone!"

Soon, the two guards appeared, kneeling on one knee with a respectful expression, just waiting for the Son of Heaven to give the order.

"You go and call Dai Xu, the deputy commander of the forbidden army. ”

Zhou Tianzi didn't know much about the situation of the Su family, and planned to call Dai Xu over and ask again.

Hearing Zhou Tianzi's words, the two guards looked stunned, glanced at each other, looked embarrassed, and did not leave immediately.

"What?" Zhou Tianzi's eyes widened.

The two guards trembled, and one of them hurriedly said, "King Qiyu, Deputy Commander Dai has fallen more than ten days ago, and his bones have been found in the dense forest dozens of miles away from the royal city. ”

"Dead?"

Zhou Tianzi's eyes narrowed, and the cold light flashed.

Another guard said: "Deputy Commander Dai's throat bone is shattered, and it seems that it was scratched by the claws of the demon beast, and the preliminary judgment is that it should have been attacked by a spirit beast." ”

Zhou Tianzi was expressionless and asked, "Is his storage bag still there?"

"It's gone. ”

Zhou Tianzi sneered: "If the storage bag is not there, it proves that he must have been killed!"

Although the spirit demon already has wisdom, it can't open the cultivator's storage bag, and taking the storage bag is meaningless to the spirit demon.

The death of one of the deputy commanders of the forbidden army is not a big deal in the royal palace, and generally speaking, it cannot reach the ears of the Son of Heaven.

Even if he learned the news, Zhou Tianzi didn't bother to pay attention to the fall of a foundation-building monk.

But now that he got the news, Zhou Tianzi faintly felt that something was wrong.

What a coincidence!

Zhou Tianzi thought for a while, and said in a deep voice: "You go and call the forbidden army who followed the third princess to Pingyang Town in Yan Kingdom a few years ago. Also, before Dai Xu died, the forbidden army who patrolled the palace with him also called me!"

"Yes!"

The two guards retreated.

......

On the long street, people come and go.

Among them, two monks walked in the crowd, attracting many monks to look sideways, with a little respect and a little fear in their eyes.

"See, the robes of these two people, the signs tattooed on the cuffs, and the sect tokens hanging around the waists of the two of them all show that these two people are one of the five major sects, the monks of the Nanyue Sect!"

"The one in front should be the Yunshan real person of the Nanyue Sect, and the young man behind him should be the first person in the Nanyue Sect to build the foundation realm, named Shi Jian. ”

"I've heard that this stone is strong and powerful, and it has opened up five spirit veins, which is enough to compete for a place on the spirit list. ”

It didn't take long for the two to drown in the crowd.

Soon, another nun came to the crowd, causing everyone to whisper.

"Look, this seems to be the real person of Yining of Qingshuang Gate. ”

"Well, it's really her, although she is a little older, she still looks bright and moving, not less than she was back then.

"It seems that this time the sect is bigger/than, and the Qingshuang Gate should be led by Yining Zhenren. ”

After a while, Yining Zhenren gradually disappeared under the gaze of everyone.

After a while, three more monks came.

The leader was dressed in a blue robe, Jin Danjing, with one hand behind him, his eyes were narrow, his eyes were sharp, his expression was indifferent, and he walked slowly.

Behind this man, a man and a woman walked side by side, all of them foundation-building monks.

The man was handsome and extraordinary, with starry eyes and a smile on his face, chatting softly with the woman next to him.

The woman was dressed in a pale green dress, but she was about twenty years old, her skin was better than snow, and she had a gentle temperament in her bones.

"Look, the three over there are all from Bixia Palace!"

"If what I expected, the leader of the Bi Robe Monk should be the Canglang real person of Bixia Palace, it is said that his strength is extremely strong, and he has even cultivated an extremely powerful Jindan vision, and he is one of the best masters in the Jindan Realm!"

"The handsome man behind him is named Si Yutang, he should have come to compete for the place on the spirit list, and it is said that he has also opened up five spiritual veins, which can be regarded as the Tianjiao of Bixia Palace's foundation realm. ”

"That woman seems to be called Mengqi, and she looks quite attractive. ”

"Being able to be taken by Canglang Zhenren, and being able to stand side by side with Si Yutang, it is estimated that the strength will not be too bad. ”

In the midst of everyone's discussions, the three of them gradually walked away.

"Hey, look at the monks of the three major sects of Nanyue Sect, Qingshuang Sect, and Bixia Palace, it seems that they are going in one direction, could it be that there is something big over there?" At this moment, someone reacted and asked aloud.

"You don't even know that?"

"Today, there will be a auction at the beginning of the month in the Ink Spirit Refining Workshop, and the monks of these three major sects must all be rushing to customize the best spiritual weapons. ”

Listening to the discussion next to him, Si Yutang, a handsome man from Bixia Palace, smiled and said, "Senior sister, you see, at the beginning of every month, the auction of the Moling Refining Workshop is a rare event in the royal city. ”

"Hmm. ”

Shen Mengqi nodded, a touch of shock flashing in her eyes.

Along the way, almost all the monks were talking about today's auction of the Ink Spirit Refinery Workshop.

And it's not just them, I heard that in this auction, even Nanyue Sect and Qingshuangmen participated!

A refiner can have such energy in the royal city, which has almost reached the point of calling the wind and rain, and Shen Mengqi has been completely convinced.

Even if she is as powerful as her master, Canglang Zhenren, she can't reach such an influence!

Shen Mengqi yearned for it and said, "I don't know what this Mr. Mo looks like, if only I had the opportunity to make friends with him." ”

"It's hard. ”

Si Yutang shook his head and said, "It is said that in the three years since the Mo Spirit Refining Workshop opened, few people have been able to see Mr. Mo. Not to mention making friends, it is worth bragging about having the opportunity to meet Mr. Mo for a while. ”

Shen Mengqi pursed her lips and smiled, feeling a little lost.

Si Yutang comforted: "However, junior sister, don't worry, Shizun is here this time to bid for the best spiritual weapon! ”

Shen Mengqi nodded.

"I'm going to make it!"

At this moment, Canglang Zhenren didn't look back, his tone was firm, and he said lightly.

In order to bid for the best spiritual weapon this time, he has been preparing for more than three years, and he is confident enough to take this opportunity to customize the best spiritual weapon!

It didn't take long for the three of them to come to the vicinity of the Ink Spirit Refinery Workshop.

The three of them couldn't help but be stunned at a glance, and their eyes could not hide their shock.

Even if it is a real person, it changes color slightly at this time.

There are too many people at the door of the Ink Spirit Refinery Workshop!

As far as the eye can see, there are tens of thousands of monks gathered here, densely packed, crowded with people, extremely spectacular.

After a rough sweep, among them, the number of Jindan real people alone has exceeded a thousand!

There are so many Jindan real people, it is usually difficult to see.

Now, they are all gathered at the door of this seemingly ordinary house, waiting one by one, and constantly looking into the house. (To be continued.) )