The clouds and dust are covered by clouds and mist all year round, and the white fog hanging down from Baishou Peak is like a quilt covering the lonely city of heaven and earth.

People in the cloud and dust capital come and go, playing and trading between the markets, and there is a kind of leisurely walking.

Because of the lonely location and the gathering of famous families, this place is not affected by the two conquests of good and evil in the country, but it has been peaceful for many years.

"Brother, where is Yunlow Alley?"

Han Feng came to the east of the city and inquired about a round-faced man who sold sugar gourds.

The round-faced man looked startled by Han Feng's sudden question, and glanced at Han Feng suspiciously: "Yunlow Alley, that's not a good place, what are you doing there?"

"Hey, what else can there be, vendetta in the rivers and lakes, buying and selling intelligence. ”

Han Feng patted the round-faced man's shoulder as he spoke.

The round-faced man didn't expect Han Feng to be so frank, and he was taken aback by what he said......

"What...... What?

"Yes, I'll be honest with you, I'm a perverted murderer, don't tell anyone~"

Han Feng backhanded the back of his hand in front of his mouth, pretending to be sinister and treacherous with an expression that was deliberately scary.

The round-faced man's whole legs were so frightened that he couldn't stand, and replied in a trembling voice:

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"To...... Go ahead...... Turn right at the second intersection and go straight and see a City God Temple......"

"Okay~ Thank you. ”

After Han Feng finished speaking, he took down a string of sugar gourds from the straw shelf in the round-faced man's hand, handed him a piece of broken silver, and turned to leave.

The round-faced man was still stunned when he looked at the broken silver in his hand.

After turning right on this street, Han Feng only felt that the light nearby was dark.

Yunchen was originally due to the poor light due to the year-round fog, and the buildings and walls on both sides of the city were very high, which made the light even worse.

As an ancient historical capital, Yunchendu is full of ancient old buildings, which have undergone wind and rain erosion, and look even more obscure and gloomy in the light and dark.

When Han Feng walked into this Yunlow Alley, he felt that the atmosphere in the neighborhood was very strange, and the pedestrians who came and went had very gloomy expressions, peeking at him.

How does this feel like a base camp for the people......

Han Feng still didn't wear a sword-wielding white robe today, and he looked like a fat sheep in a black feather weaving daku.

A man in a rag jacket shrunk and lowered his head and bumped into Han Feng.

This guy has long hair that exudes the color of earth, and pieces of it are congealed together, and he is clearly a raunchy person.

As if he hadn't looked at the road, the man was stunned and bumped into Han Feng, and the next hand under his jacket reached into Han Feng's arms.

Han Feng didn't plan to get used to this guy, the true qi on his body shook slightly, and the invisible qi shook this person to the ground.

Even though Han Feng had tried his best to suppress his breath, the domineering internal force of the "Zhou Liu Six Void Gong" still shook this person to the point that his bones crackled, and his eyes and nose were full of blood......

Han Feng walked forward directly regardless of it, and his boots stepped on the palm of the person who fell to the ground on his back, looking fierce and domineering.

Scanning his eyes around, the pedestrians who had always peeked just now avoided Han Feng's eyes.

Seeing this, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy on the side of the road quickly ran behind the City God Temple at the other end of the street.

Han Feng didn't care, he still walked slowly and walked towards the City God Temple in front.

Whether it was a strong man walking, a gangster with a dagger, or a woman with heavy makeup, they all knew that Han Feng was a hard stubble that was not easy to mess with, so they didn't come to provoke him, and let Han Feng walk to the front of the City God Temple.

Now in front of the temple, Han Feng looked inside, and in the dim light, an oil lamp could vaguely illuminate the clay figures of the city god and a group of yin soldiers and ghost generals.

An old temple priest in a red robe sat at the entrance of the temple and was smoking a hookah with a pipe.

Looking at Han Feng, who was dressed luxuriously, standing in front of the temple, the old temple Zhu waved his hand while smoking.

Han Feng nodded with a smile and walked around the City God Temple towards the back street.

The further back you go, the older the nearby buildings become.

The half-collapsed walls, the statues of saints eroded by wind and rain, the moss-covered stairs, everything is like a microcosm of thousands of years of history, presented in front of people.

Han Feng stepped into it, as if he had broken into a certain painting scroll, and looked at it.

In the distance, a tall academy-like building stands, blocking a lot of sunlight, making this backstreet look even darker, as if hidden in the cracks of history, hidden from the public.

In order to avoid being mistaken for being hostile today, Han Feng did not bring the Jinghai Knife with him, and in this long alley of the back street, he could faintly feel several breaths of the realm still above him.

This should be the snake road that Liu Minghua said, but I came here...... But everybody came to take care of it...... How is this going to be done?

Do you just shout it in your voice?

There are many fewer pedestrians here than in Yunlow Alley, and occasionally three or two men and women walk by, as if they didn't see Han Feng.

Han Feng slowly walked into the deep alley, and a faint mist began to fill the street.

It's not very thick, just like a wisp of cooking smoke in a mountain village, which makes people feel hazy.

In the distance, there was the sound of striking iron, crisp and steady...... One after the other.

This was followed by the sound of feet stomping on the spinning machine, and the sound of wooden structures rubbing against each other was unique.

This is followed by a string of wind chimes, which are dreamlike and cause people to reverie.

Han Feng walked in it, and the farther and farther, the road seemed to have no end.

As expected, it should have been blessed by martial arts.

"Han Zhijian, who is famous all over the world, personally came to our small place, I don't know what to do? Isn't it that the Hanging Sword Division can't tolerate our place where dirt and dirt are hidden?"

An old voice came from the depths of the mist, and he had to cough a few times after saying two words, but the internal force of the martial arts hidden in it was definitely an extremely good level in the middle three grades.

Han Feng smiled at the corner of his mouth, it's good to be able to communicate, what I'm afraid of is not being able to communicate.

And it's normal for the other party to be able to recognize himself, after all, it's an organization that buys and sells intelligence, if he can't even recognize the new head of the Hanging Sword Division, this snake path can also be collectively changed.

"There is always a reason for everything to exist, and if I can't tolerate this, I won't know that I'm here alone...... I'll get straight to the point, I want to buy the information of the Feng family, the Xiao family, and Man Tianxia, and the snake road won't discriminate against me because of my official status, right?"

Han Feng spread his hands and said.

The voice in the fog is a gentle cough:

"Snakes have snake paths, rats have rat paths...... Everyone does their own thing, someone pays money, we sell the information, how can we care about Han Zhijian's identity? Thinking of it, we are very encouraging for people in the court like Han Zhijian to buy information~ It's just that...... The three that Han Zhijian wants to buy are all forces that are both inside and outside~"

Han Feng raised his eyebrows: "Oh, isn't Snake Dao afraid of these three families?"

A sound in the fog:

"No, you have to add money. ”