"The city gate is open, brother, let's go!" the herdsman was overjoyed, and finally survived until the city gate opened.

"Don't you call the Tengge flag?" Tong Ling said worriedly.

"It's okay, except for that Dao Yunchu in the Wanmeng Valley, it is estimated that no one dares to make trouble. Let Tenggeqi sleep more, I haven't seen him sleep so peacefully for a long time. The herdsman smiled comfortingly, he knew that after Tenggeqi woke up, he would naturally go to the city to find himself.

The herdsmen drove the cattle and lined up at the city gate. Dao Yunchu's purpose was not to sell the sheep at all, so he naturally did not rush into the city. He and Tong Ling walked leisurely with the flock.

It was almost noon when the two of them estimated that the slave trade was coming, and they drove the sheep to the city gate. The guards of Tucheng were the same as the Dragon and Tiger Forest, holding the portrait of Dao Yunchu and comparing the people who entered the city one by one.

At this time, there were very few people queuing up at the city gate, and it was soon the turn of Dao Yunchu and Tong Ling. It was already lunch time, and the guards guarding the city were a little slack, so they finally looked at the little Taoist priest and let him go.

The thief stood in front of him. At that moment, a loud roar came from not far from the city gate.

To commit a crime in the Valley of the Leagues is to slap this force in the face. The guards in front of the city gate heard the shouting and their nerves tightened, and they immediately stepped forward to stop Dao Yunchu. In the face of the guard's rough behavior, the little Taoist priest's eyes were slightly cold and he was about to attack, but by chance Tengge Qi ran over.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there must be a misunderstanding here. Tenggeqi said carefully.

Dao Yunchu looked at this poor simple man, and couldn't help but put away the murderous aura that was about to erupt. Tong Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, if the little Taoist priest made a move, it would inevitably be a bloody storm.

"This is my sheep, and he robbed my sheep. The visitor ran over and glanced at the sheep around the little Taoist priest, and immediately found the clue.

"What evidence do you have?" the Guardian asked in a deep voice.

"You can smell your own sheep. And my sheep have the logo of our tribe on their abdomen. If you don't believe me, you catch one, and there must be two round red markings on their chest and belly hair. "The person who came was very confident.

"Okay, you pick one up and take a look. If it is as you say, we will arrest him. The Guard's tone was cold.

This frightened Tong Ling, she was not afraid of being found out, but afraid that Dao Yunchu would jump off the wall in a hurry. On the other hand, the little Taoist priest looked unimpressed, but a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. The visitor casually picked up a sheep and was about to peel off the belly wool when an accident happened.

Suddenly, the sound of a terrifying fight came from the city, and the whole earthen city shook with a roar. The guards at the gates were shocked and rushed into the city en masse. Several herdsmen present were dumbfounded, and they were at a loss for what to do.

"Uncle, this is a little meaning. Before the sheep is returned to you, there is a misunderstanding and a write-off, so don't pass it off. Tong Ling was shocked, and took advantage of the panic to comfort the lost sheep. Xiao Daotong stuffed a gold in the hands of the comer, and hurriedly pulled Dao Yunchu into the city.

In less than a moment, a large panicked crowd poured out of the city. If it weren't for the little Taoist priest being by Tong Ling's side, she would even suspect that it was Dao Yunchu who caused such a big movement.

The little Taoist priest quickly picked up Tong Ling and protected him in his arms, relying on his own height and horse, standing proudly in the panicked crowd. The two of them looked at each other, and they both showed puzzled expressions.

"Oh no, Dao Yunchu is here, and he is slaughtering everyone. In the crowd of people who fled in a hurry, someone shouted loudly from time to time.

Tong Ling looked up at the familiar face, and wondered who the person in the chaos was in her heart. She was in Dao Yunchu's arms, and the impostor inside didn't know which plague god it was.

Dao Yunchu protected Tong Ling with one hand and strode in the direction of the crowd's escape. The two walked through small loess buildings and walked through the streets of Yellowstone. At a livestock market, where livestock and refugees are all crawling and shivering.

What was once a loess land is now devastated, and dozens of people are lying motionless on the ground. But there was a striking red spot on their foreheads, and Dao Yunchu guessed that they should have been killed by a sharp weapon and a blow from the spirit baby.

Fighting continued in the sky above the area, with dozens of people facing each other. These people are clearly divided, one side is numerous, one by one, eyeing the enemy as if they are facing a great enemy, while on the other side there is only a young man in white, conceited and standing in the air.

The man in white has curved eyebrows and phoenix eyes, bright eyes and delicate teeth, and a slightly tall and small nose. If it weren't for his striking Adam's apple, tell the onlookers that this is a man, and the other facial features are a beautiful woman.

At the head of the besiegers was a tall and lean old man, with sparse white hair, gloomy eyes, and a hooked nose full of wrinkled faces. He was dressed in a gray robe, a tiger skin with a shoulder, and a brown bearskin hat. This is the leader of the Valley of the Thousand Leagues, Tigran.

"Dao Yunchu, your Shenyin Gate has no intersection with my Wanmeng Valley, and the well water has always been not the river water. What you have done today is too great. Tigran's face was gloomy and murderous.

The prestige of the little Taoist priest was put aside, and his two masters who made the pole, as well as the mysterious woman behind him, Aoxue, made Tigrand very jealous. But as a power boss who was nakedly slapped in the face, he still has the momentum he should have.

In Tigran's opinion, even if it is not appropriate to kill the little Taoist, it is necessary to teach this arrogant young man a lesson. However, what he didn't know was that the beautiful man in front of him was not Dao Yunchu.

"It's ridiculous, who told you that this son is Dao Yunchu. The man in white said lightly in that magnetic voice, his tone full of disdain.

"Aren't you Dao Yunchu?" Tigran's old eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked coldly at the man in white, since he was not Dao Yunchu, he had a lot less concern, and there was a hint of murder in his tone.

"The head of the house, this person really does not match the portrait. At this time, a person behind Tigran held a notice with a portrait of Dao Yunchu and whispered in his ear.

"Who is Your Excellency?" Tigran's tone changed instantly, no longer hiding his murderous intent, and his whole body was exposed with murderous aura. As long as the man in front of him is not a person with a deep background, it is estimated that he will be killed.

"Gu Nan is still a family, and he is still talented. The man in white replied leisurely, not caring about the change in the other party's attitude. On the contrary, he looked fearless and behaved casually.

The Shang family in the south of the valley is a small force that was born more than ten years ago, attached to the neighboring Wanhua Valley, located in the south of the Holy Spirit Continent, which is like spring all year round. The strength of the Shang family is average, even if it is mentioned, it is often related to the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers.

And there is one person in the Shang family who is extremely famous, and that is Shang Caicai, the only son of the head of the Shang family. This person rarely shows up and has no way of knowing, but Shang Cai has a ringing bell name, the most beautiful man in the world.

Don't say that if you have seen a talented woman, even a man will feel strange when he sees it. Of course, the Holy Spirit Continent relies on strength to speak, and the son of the Shang family is a useless man in the eyes of many masters.

However, what surprised many people today is that the first beautiful man who rarely shows up has become a blockbuster if he doesn't make a sound. Not only is the strength mysterious and unpredictable, but the means are even more one-hit killings from the raft.

"Don't say that a small vassal force, even if the people from your master's Wanhua Valley come, you have to talk about the rules. Boy, are you looking for death if you are so reckless?" Tigran took care of Wanhua Valley, but it didn't mean that he could let Wanhua Valley's dogs bully.

"It's just a bunch of bullying ruffians, needless to say, just come to fight. Today, the following refugees are in charge. Shang Cai's face was Confucian, but he was categorical and ruthless when he spoke.

Under Shang Cai's words, the faces of both sides were completely torn. Tigrand suddenly looked up, and two cold rays of light shot out. At the same time, a dusty hurricane in the air in front of him quickly rose and hit the beautiful man in white.

The handsome face of the man in white was as calm as ever, and with a slight wave of his white sleeves, two upside-down swords immediately appeared in front of him. A fiery red sword body glowed with dazzling golden light, while a dark blue sword body shone with green light.

"Interesting, there are two dual-attribute natal weapons. Dao Yunchu, who was watching the battle on the ground, stared coldly, a strange pair of natal weapons in the air. They are red and basket, hot and cold, as if there are two heavens of ice and fire.

Spiritual cultivators who can control dual-attribute magic weapons often have two spiritual powers in their bodies. And this Shang Cai summoned two dual-attribute magic weapons with different attributes at once, proving that he had at least four corresponding spiritual powers in his body.