"Peakless City, it's better to meet than to be famous!"

In less than half an hour, Liu Fatzi forgot about the big ugly he had made before, and chatted with the monk on the floating clouds.

Cheng Zhaozhao's face was painful, and the more scenery she saw, the more illusions appeared in the sea of knowledge.

These illusions are chaotic, like paintings stacked on top of each other.

Fat Liu inadvertently caught a glimpse of Cheng Zhaozhao, and hurriedly leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Are you scared with this gloomy expression?"

Cheng Zhaozhao ignored him.

Liu Fatzi said again: "I'm afraid that you have to say, my solid arms are not just for your stupid bird, you can also lean over." ”

"Flash aside!"

Cheng Zhaozhao slapped his big face away.

Liu Fatzi grinned, and then gathered in the middle of the group of monks, pointing to the nearby shops and discussing.

Naturally, the city of Peaks is extremely lively.

The structure of each shop is different, from the splendid palace, to the simple and regular shops, or even to a thatched hut messy in the wind.

The monks were weaving, and they were dressed in all sorts.

The Confucian scholar in the long shirt stopped in front of the shop with his book, and the dashing swordsman strode towards the destination.

Such as the flower nuns, graceful and colorful, attracting countless eyes;

Cheng Zhaozhao's gaze stayed on the monks who were walking forward with swords. only to find that not every sword cultivator has a cold and transcendent temperament.

This couldn't help but remind her of the young genius who met two times in a hurry.

"Look!"

The eyes of the people looked like those of the monk.

It was a swarthy patch, with a flicker of sword light, and two monks suddenly appeared in a bright light that everyone could see.

They were covered in wounds, bloody and soaked in vestments.

It's a battle!

The murderous aura they carried on them seemed to be able to make the monks on the clouds feel it even from a long distance.

Cheng Zhaozhao let go of his divine sense.

I could feel the sword aura on these two monks more clearly.

Rumble!

But in an instant, one of the monks broke through the monk's defenses and slashed the opponent's neck neatly.

Blood spurted out of the column.

The monk's head tilted, and he fell, and disappeared into darkness.

And the winner won a cheer from the bottom.

There was a boiling on the clouds, and they were all talking about what was going on down there.

The monk's dead expression lingered in front of Cheng Zhaozhao's eyes.

She rubbed the blackiron battle pass.

That's the end of failure.

"You're not scared, are you?" said Fat Liu.

Cheng Zhaozhao shook his head.

Liu Fatzi sighed slightly and said, "Actually, it's all their own choice." How can there be so much hatred and hatred in this world. Where are the spirit stones, pills, and spiritual weapons important, you have to fight to the death. ”

"Maybe it's for a breath. Cheng Zhaozhao said.

Just like the old man Ji often said, don't fight for steamed buns.

It was this tone that made these monks desperate.

Fat Liu shook his head.

Cheng Zhaozhao couldn't help asking, "Don't you have what you want to fight for?"

Liu Fatzi didn't think about it, so he said, "No." ”

"Then what do you want to do in the Cangjian Sect?"

"Come to Fang Market to set up a stall. Don't you know that the disciples of the Cangjian Sect are favored everywhere in the Fang Market? As a disciple of the Cangjian Sect, how good should my stall business be?"

This actually made Cheng Zhaozhao even more puzzled, such as she was like a sao jie, they set up stalls to earn spirit stones.

But Liu Fatzi is different, he is neither for the spirit stone, nor for the exchange of spiritual objects......

Thinking about it, Cheng Zhaozhao only said: "Setting up a stall can make you happy." ”

Liu Fatzi's eyes flickered, and he patted her shoulder heavily: "Haha, those who know me are Zhaozhaoye!"

Cheng Zhaozhao suddenly said angrily: "So, are you basing your happiness on the pain of others?

Liu Fatzi hurriedly shook his head: "Impossible!"

"I don't believe it for yourself!"

Cheng Zhaozhao threw out the first array plate he bought from Liu Fatzi before.

Sure enough, not only was it scrapped, but it was also completely broken.

Liu Fatzi picked it up and looked at it, and then looked Cheng Zhaozhao up and down incredibly: "Say, are you hiding your cultivation!"

"Heh......" Cheng Zhaozhao sneered.

Liu Fatzi glanced at Cheng Zhaozhao carefully, and once again affirmed that she was just a low-level monk of the third level of Qi cultivation.

"It's impossible......"

......

The sightseeing was soon over, and they were taken back to the tea shop.

"How about you, little friends, you want to sit down and have a sip of tea?" the monk sat on one side and calmly poured a cup of spiritual tea.

The originally resentful monks sat down silently after smelling the fragrant spiritual tea.

Cheng Zhaozhao and Liu Fatzi also sat opposite the monk.

Liu Fatzi had a thirsty mouth for a long time, and drank it all at once, and then praised it: "It's delicious, this tea." ”

Seeing that Liu Fat Man drank like this, the monk shook his head and said, "It's a pity to drink like this." ”

"Tsk, senior, I've been drinking tea like this since I was a child, even though it's a cow drink, but I don't necessarily can't understand the subtleties, what's the pity?" said Liu Fatzi and poured himself another glass.

"Oh, then, tell me what kind of tea is this?" asked the monk.

Fat Liu grunted and drank another cup, spit out a mouthful of tea foam, and then said: "Isn't it just the fingertips? ”

The monks around exchanged heads and talked about each other.

Cheng Zhaozhao took a sip, just as Liu Fatzi said, this tea is quenched in the mouth, the aroma between the lips and teeth is boiling, and it is suddenly clear and refreshing in the throat, with a hint of sweetness in the aftertaste.

It's really good tea.

"Hahaha......"

The monk, who was still a little unhappy, suddenly laughed.

"Yes, yes, I underestimated you fat man. I don't know what to call it?"

"Hehe, the predecessors are falsely praised, I, my surname is Liu, my name is He, and I am the one who values harmony. Liu Fatzi naturally smiled proudly.

"Okay, Liu Xiaoyou. ”

The young monk nodded at him, and then looked at the rest of the monks: "Little friends, you don't need to be restrained, someone is the shopkeeper of this tea shop, and you call me the shopkeeper He." ”

Several monks reported each other's names, and they knew each other.

A female cultivator named An Yan sat next to Cheng Zhaozhao, because all but her were male cultivators.

An Yan Chong Cheng Zhaozhao smiled sweetly.

"You're new to the city, too? I'm from Xishan City. If you hadn't pulled me just now, I would have flown out. An Yan thanked him.

Cheng Zhaozhao didn't remember pulling her, but he just smiled back when she was polite.

"How about it, a few little friends, you have just walked around the city, how do you feel?"

"The big city is magnificent! Liu Fatzi was surprised, and then frowned: "It's just that this cloud platform is a little impetuous, and I am dizzy." ”

"Haha, when you get acquainted with the rules of the rotation of this city, it won't. This is true for newcomers. Shopkeeper He chuckled.