"The city lord's mansion has arrived, and the distinguished guests are welcome......"

Zhukuijiu led more than 100 maids and servants in the house to line up from both sides, straightened their waists in front of the carriage and horse team, and shouted loudly, and the maids and miscellaneous servants behind him also bowed their heads and greeted them respectfully. At the same time, a red carpet stretched from the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, and the battle was extremely grand.

Parked, drove the sedan chair, Lingxian and Jun Yan stepped on the red carpet surrounded by several maids, and at the same time, Feng Shao, the city lord of Yongshuo County, also dressed in a ceremonial dress and greeted him with his three sons.

Last time at the Fuchen Inn, Feng Shao went to trouble the other party in front of hundreds of people, but he was blown away without even seeing the other party's. Thinking of this, Feng Shao couldn't help but blush, and his face was a little unbearable. After all, he is the lord of a city, and he even took his son to be blown back and forth to play, which can be described as disgraceful.

However, when he thought of the mountain-like sense of oppression he felt from the other party when he broke into the inn that day, Feng Shao couldn't help but tremble slightly. This kind of spiritual power oppression is something that I have never felt in the face of thousands of troops and horses on the battlefield before. Feng Shao had no doubt that the other party alone could slaughter the entire Shuo County.

This kind of power can only be made friends with oneself, and cannot be offended. Especially at such a critical moment as the "big sandstorm" is coming......

Forcing himself to put on a smiling face, Feng Shao arched his hands and greeted Lingxian:

"Haha, contemptible Fengxun, thank you seniors for coming to the cold house. I offended a lot a few days ago, and I ask my seniors to forgive me. Today, I will definitely entertain you two well to apologize...... Sheng'er, An'er, Ping'er, don't apologize to the seniors soon!"

Feng Shao's tone was sharp, and the three brothers behind him knelt down in response, and the three of them shouted in unison:

"Foolishness and clumsiness, a lot of offense, please forgive the seniors......"

Although they knelt neatly, the three brothers had different expressions. The eldest looked hateful and barely restrained, the second cowered and his eyes flashed, and the third was respectful and apologetic.

That flash of expression couldn't escape the eyes of the immortals. But Lingxian didn't care, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, but she thought it was funny.

"These children, it's good to make a little more trouble. Otherwise, what will you do to hone Xiao Junyan!" Ling Xian thought to herself. On the surface, he was still expressionless, just snorted coldly and paced past several people's sides. He left his master behind and stepped through the door first.

"Hmph...... Get up. When I enter the house, I don't like to stand and chat. ”

"Yes, yes, yes! Seniors, please come in, it's contemptible and inhospitable, and you're slacking!"

The city lord Fengxun didn't seem to see Ling Xian's cold face, but while smiling, he hurriedly walked up to lead Ling Xian in person. That flattering face is simply the same as Zhukui, and there is no arrogance that the lord of a city should have.

The two of them were led into the city lord Fengxun, and the three brothers of the Feng family who were kneeling on the ground were helped up by the servants on the side. The eldest Fengsheng gritted his teeth, when did he need to kneel down to others when he was held in the palm of his hand by his father and named a genius since he was a child.

"Who the hell is this woman? I'm afraid that if she didn't charm my father, she actually made my father humble! Hmph! No matter what ecstasy he poured into my father, I must avenge the shame of kneeling on the ground today!"

Bongsheng, who has regarded his father as a hero since he was a child, has never seen his father put his posture so low, and this level of humility makes him question his father more.

"Big brother, my father said that this senior's strength is transcendent, it's not something we can offend, you better not make more trouble......" The second child on the side explained Feng'an.

Compared with the eldest one, the second Feng'an's cultivation talent is not so good, so he was arranged to hone in the army early, and he obviously knows more about human feelings than Fengsheng in the greenhouse.

The real cultivation power, such a thing as destroying the city in the palm of his hand, although it is not common in the Liao Liao Tianyuan World, it is not uncommon. If this female senior is really a Venerable or even more powerful, let alone flattery, even if her father kneels down and admits his mistakes, he can understand.

On the other hand, the third Fengping is the most indifferent one. As a second ancestor who has not stabbed the basket less, he is the most arrogant, and he is the one who is scolded the most. This is not the first time that people have confessed their mistakes.

"Let's go, eldest brother and second brother, I'm afraid I'll be scolded again if I'm late. Feng Ping pulled his two brothers and entered the door as well. Subsequently, a group of maids and maids gathered and returned home.

No one noticed that Zhu Kuijiu, who was smiling and sending the three young masters back to the house, turned back in the flow of people, called a white pigeon with a whistle, tied a note to the white pigeon's leg, and let it go......

In the City Lord's Mansion, Ling Xian and Jun Yan were led to the hall by the City Lord Fengxun to entertain them.

poured a cup of tea for Lingxian with his own hands, and Feng Xun said politely: "I don't know the name of the predecessor yet...... I don't know what to call my seniors?"

"Lingxian. Taking a sip of tea, Lingxian said impatiently, "Don't be so literate, say something directly." ”

"I don't know if the predecessors are here for the relics of the Minnan War. ”

"I will definitely go to play with the relics of the Minnan War, and I will not go to steal things from you juniors. ”

"Senior, you may not know ......"

Seeing that Ling Xian still looked like he didn't get in, Feng Xun had a little headache, smiled bitterly, and said: "Senior Ling, this Mingnan War Legacy is only a cultivator whose strength is below the third order can be entered, let alone you, even a person with the strength of the junior can't enter." ”

Hearing this, Lingxian was interested. She clearly knew which battlefield and which people left the legacy of the Minnan War, and even she herself was a participant in that war. But thousands of years later, she didn't know much about the current situation of this battlefield site.

After all, that was the hiding place of the "dragon", and even Lingxian had only arrived at the prison gate for twenty years to wait for Yuan Junyan to come, and he didn't know much about it.

"Oh? It's just a battlefield from a thousand years ago, how can there be such restrictions? Confident in his own strength, Lingxian doesn't feel that those restrictions that hinder Bonghoon and others can also hinder him.

casually supported his chin with his hand, but this casual action made Lingxian's beautiful side face tremble in Bongxun's heart. hurriedly turned his head sideways, for fear that he would take a second look and provoke Lingxian.

"The relics of the Mingnan War are indeed a battlefield site thousands of years ago, but if they can be explored at will, it is estimated that they have already been looted, so how can it be our turn to ......?"

After collecting his thoughts, Bongxun explained:

"The ancient battlefield is usually buried under the special yellow sand of Minnan, and it is impossible to explore at all. But for some reason, every few decades, many strange spiritual powers emerge out of thin air, thus rolling up a big sandstorm. ”

"And this big sandstorm just clears up the ancient battlefield, and you can take the opportunity to explore. However, this strange spiritual energy seems to have consciously excluded outsiders, and the more powerful the cultivator is, the more it is excluded. Even, older people can be ostracized. ”

"After many explorations, we finally came to the conclusion that only cultivators who were under the age of thirty and cultivated below the second order could barely resist and explore in Minnan......"

Speaking of this, Bongxun suddenly shut up, waved his hand and drove all his sons and servants out, looking at Jun Yan with a sad face.

"Hmph...... Jun Yan, let's go out and have fun, it seems that our city lord has a 'secret'......" Ling Xian was disdainful of Fengxun's caution, but he still reluctantly cooperated, wanting to see what kind of tricks this solemn city lord wanted to do.

"Yes, Auntie. Jun Yan was well-behaved, and got up and retreated directly.

"Thank you seniors for your understanding!" Bongxun said gratefully, clasping his hands into fists. As long as Lingxian is willing to cooperate, the rest of the matter will be much easier......

"Hmph, don't be mysterious, let's talk about it!" Ling Xian's eyes didn't lift, and he took another sip of tea.

Bongxun probed with his spiritual sense, and made sure that there was no one around, so he lowered his voice and said slowly:

"Over the past hundred years, the Huangnan Empire has gone through countless explorations, and finally came to the conclusion that this kind of spiritual energy that can resist and repel countless strong people may come from the Earth Binding God...... In other words, we believe that there should be a god hidden in the Minnan Desert!"

Ignoring what to offend, Bongxun stared at Ling Xian tightly, wanting to see how the latter would react when he heard the news. As long as he can surprise Lingxian, Bongxun's purpose today will be achieved.

Sure enough, Lingxian's reaction did not disappoint Bongxun. Seeing the words "Earth Binding God" reaching her ears, Lingxian froze as she took a cup of tea. The teacup slipped and shattered.

"Oh no! Even ordinary people know that there is an Earth Binding God in the Minnan Desert! If 'those guys' know where the 'dragon' is hiding, something will happen!"

At this moment, Lingxian's heart was turbulent.

At the same time, in the courtyard of the main mansion of Yongshuo City.

Walking out of the hall, Jun Yan went to the garden to wander around under the guidance of a few maids. Jun Yan, who was sitting in the pavilion, looked at the melon and fruit snacks on the stone table in front of him, but he had no appetite, and his heart had drifted into the distance.

After coming out of the Hatchling Dragon Courtyard, Jun Yan felt a little confused. Although he knew that the future Tianyuan would be in a catastrophe and he was burdened with heavy responsibilities, the memories solidified in his brain made it difficult for him to empathize with what kind of catastrophe it was.

In all fairness, compared to saving the world, the efforts of this ten-year-old boy in the Hledgling Dragon House are more to cope with the sense of crisis in his heart and to protect the "relatives" around him.

It's ridiculous to say, as long as the supreme memories don't merge, Jun Yan is not the hero who has gone through the end of Tianyuan and is determined to save the world.

"In the Tian Yuan world, I am constantly traveling and traveling all over the world. Grow your ability in exercise and grow your knowledge in training. Breaking the seal step by step and retrieving the solidified memories and sealed power is the only thing you have to do next. ”

Ling Xian's words resurfaced in Jun Yan's mind. Becoming stronger and growing up step by step, and experiencing "life and death tribulations" "foolproofly" under the care of Lingxian seems to be everything Jun Yan will experience in the next ten years.

Indeed, with the strength of Ling Immortal's hundred-level, it is enough to give Jun Yan a completely safe growth environment. Jun Yan can break into Tianyuan like an ordinary traveler, whether it is a tempering close to death or a 100% safe and undisturbed Qing cultivation, as long as Ling Xian is there, nothing will go wrong.

Thinking of this, Jun Yan's belligerent heart in his bones couldn't help but rise with a sense of loneliness, the greenhouse is not a place to breed strong people. Can the deliberately arranged wind and rain baptize the goshawk?

What's more, after hearing Lingxian's arrangement, Jun Yan always had a sense of crisis in his heart, and that feeling was very similar to the night before the "Sorrow of the Flintling".

"Is everything really going to go that well......"

Looking at the white clouds in the sky, Jun Yan muttered, I don't know if he is asking about this heaven and earth, or asking himself.