"Presumably because it's close to the West Pole and the North Abyss. Somewhat affected. Cheng Zhaozhao said.

Jiang Chumiao also said: "I also heard from my junior sister, the female cultivators in the Beiyuan Sea are dressed like this, and their behavior is even more bold and fiery, if it were them, they would have surrounded them at this time." ”

There are many demon cultivators in the North Abyss Sea, and it is not uncommon to dress like that.

The customs are different from place to place, although Cheng Zhaozhao and they are not used to seeing it, they will not be born and disliked.

When the group entered Xishan City, they looked out of place, especially Cheng Zhaozhao and Jiang Chumiao, the magic clothes on their bodies were ethereal, but they could see at a glance that they were from the outer city.

At that moment, there were female cultivators who came up, and there were several silk robes hanging on their wrists: "The fairy is the first time to come to Xishan City, and it is the so-called local customs, but you want to change into Xishan City clothes?"

"No need. ”

"Thank you. ”

Cheng Zhaozhao and Jiang Chumiao both politely refused.

Seeing this, the nun didn't say anything more, and left straight away to the other nuns.

The city is very lively, with gongs and drums noisy, and spells flying.

A monk held a spirit sword glowing with silver light, and stabbed his backhand into the abdomen of a monk beside him, who had an exaggerated expression of pain on his face.

This action startled the monk who was watching, but the next moment, the spirit sword was slowly pulled out of the monk's belly, and he was not injured at all.

This performance attracted a variety of expressions from the onlookers, some disdainful and some surprised, but most of the monks also cheered and applauded very cooperatively.

A monk threw a series of thistles into the air, but without the slightest fear of fire, he took them and threw them again. The thistle is tossed in the air in a perfect arc.

There were many armor and weapons made from the hard shell of the giant spirit scorpion, and they were placed in the stalls on the side.

Such a dazzling scenery made Cheng Zhaozhao excited.

There were vine swings in the sky, and on them sat some nuns, swinging from one end of the city to the other, and they were singing songs.

It was a tune that Cheng Chaozhao had never heard before.

"Auntie muttered hi, grace seems to be Xiuwu, a long thought, and a long time without hi to pay hi hall ......"

Song Huaizhu on the side translated: "The meaning of this lyric is very simple:

On the east side of the West Mountain, that far away.

The wind is a messenger, bringing the fragrance of flowers.

The fairy in the moonlight, dancing against the spring.

The ancient city guards are always by their side.

On the east side of the West Mountain, that far away.

......”

"Are you telling a poignant story?" Jiang Chumiao said.

"How can you see it?" Song Huaizhu was a little puzzled, this tune sounded very cheerful.

Jiang Chumiao shook his head: "I just said it casually, Song Daoyou doesn't have to mind." ”

Cheng Zhaozhao felt that although the environment in Xishan City was a bit harsh, the monks here were really happy.

Song Huaizhu led them into a golden tripod hall.

"This is the side hall of the City Lord's Mansion, and the City Lord of Xishan City is also quite concerned about this matter, and he also fully supports our actions. ”

There are already many monks in the hall, including several outstanding disciples of the Fengyin Sect and a steward of Xishan City.

Everyone sat down with a pleasant greeting.

Sitting at the top was a steward who was cultivated like Shen Yixuan, surnamed Wang, with Zhou Zheng facial features, and a black mole on the corner of his mouth.

"I didn't expect a few of them to come so quickly. ”

Shen Yixuan said: "That evil cultivator is still in Xishan City?"

Steward Wang nodded: "This thief is cunning and easy to see, and rarely haunts the city. The night before yesterday, the evil cultivator arrested a disciple of my sect, and happened to be met by my junior brother and fought with him. The evil cultivator seemed to be injured and sluggish, but he raised a lot of monsters, and he actually took advantage of the chaos to run away. ”

It's true that he is good at being easy to face, last time he pretended to be a disciple of Honghe Zhenren, Sui Jiang, but so many monks present were stunned that none of them saw that he was inappropriate.

"I think that when I escaped from the secret realm, I relied on his disguise technique. Jiang Chumiao said: "He can hide from the eyes of the Jindan monk, this disguise technique is not simple." ”

"That's right. A net had already been laid in the city to check the monks who came and went, but no one had seen the true face of this evil cultivator, and he could not be killed so far. The king said.

Song Huaizhu said: "Steward Wang, all the Daoists of the Cangjian Sect have already appeared in the city, if this evil cultivator knows the news, he will definitely come to the door soon, I have to make a decision as soon as possible." ”

Steward Wang immediately held his hand and said to Shen Yixuan: "Shen Daoyou, your faction can let Daoyou come, and I hope that Daoyou can preside over the overall situation." ”

Shen Yixuan said: "Wang Daoyou rest assured, since he is here, he must completely solve the hidden danger of this evil cultivation." It's just that these juniors have already achieved their goal when they come here, and there is no need to let them take risks in the next action. ”

Steward Wang nodded again and again: "This is natural, all the little friends are the best in the door, but they are not the opponents of the evil cultivators, Shen Daoyou returned to the City Lord's Mansion and discussed with the City Lord." ”

Shen Yixuan and Qi Yan left with Steward Wang immediately.

Cheng Zhaozhao, Jiang Chumiao and Xie Yunmo were left in the side hall.

In this regard, Cheng Zhaozhao didn't think there was anything, but he just came to see the customs of Xishan City.

But Xie Xiaomo and Jiang Chumiao didn't expect that letting them come over was just a pretense to let the evil cultivator know that they had arrived in Xishan City.

"Could it be that the evil cultivator will obediently send it to the door?"

"Fairy Jiang, this is also for your own good, knowing that the evil cultivators want to be unfavorable to us, wouldn't it be unwise for us to go around the city to show off. Song Huaizhu said.

"Then do you know what the predecessors are doing?"

If the purpose of this evil cultivator is really them, knowing that they are in the side hall of the City Lord's Mansion, they will definitely not make rash moves, so if this continues, what is the use of them coming here?

Song Huaizhu said: "I only know that the city lord has secretly found many monks who are proficient in disguise. ”

Hearing this, Cheng Zhaozhao realized that what he wanted on this trip was not their people, but their faces.

As the sun set, the wind and sand outside Xishan City stopped suddenly, and the temperature in the city suddenly dropped.

As soon as Song Huaizhu and Qi Yan came back, they asked the three of them to gather in the side hall and told them about their plans for tomorrow one by one.

Sure enough, it's about the same as I thought before, tomorrow the three of them will go out to the city to play, and the more attention can be noticed, the more they have to go, and they will be free to move here.

After sunset, they went to a wine shop that the lord of the city had arranged with the monks.

It was there that they were replaced by a group of monks who disguised themselves as them, and those monks would hide their cultivation and go out of the city together.

If the evil cultivators really paid attention to them, they would definitely not let go of such a great opportunity.

At that time, he may be able to catch the evil cultivator.

The plan sounded easy.

Cheng Zhaozhao asked, "What if that evil cultivator doesn't notice us, or won't follow us out of the city at all?"

A Zhao ascends to immortality

A Zhao ascends to immortality