It is said to be a royal palace, but in fact it is a somewhat tall stone house.

Ren Qinglian was a little embarrassed when she saw it, counting it, these Inhumans are the same as the Jiuli Tribe, they are also branches of the Terran race, but Jiuli and other alien races eventually evolved into those barbarians scattered in the wasteland on the border of the Southern Ganbu Continent today, and these Inhumans who are displaced in the Beiju Luzhou are like their common ancestors, living a life that is only a little stronger than Ru Mao's blood drinking.

Seeing Ren Qinglian's expression, Feng Yue was a little ashamed and said, "Let the adults laugh!"

"Where, where, the people here are simple, but they are rare in other places. Ren Qinglian smiled indifferently.

Pol's body became the size of an ordinary parrot, and he stopped on Ren Qinglian's right shoulder, while picking up the feathers, he looked Feng Yue up and down, and saw that Ren Qinglian didn't seem to be salty or indifferent to this woman, and couldn't help but say old-fashionedly: "My master doesn't like birdmen with wings!" In Pol's opinion, this woman with wings is much more beautiful than Yang Chan, but Ren Qinglian is not surprised by it at all, the only explanation is that his master doesn't like birdmen.

Feng Yue was slightly stunned, this winged clan has all kinds of ancient bird demon blood flowing in its body, which has been passed down for countless years, and even aesthetically, it has been affected by the bird demons in the slightest, and it cherishes its own pair of wings, that is to say, the people of the winged clan don't look at their faces, they just see that the wings are not beautiful. Of course, whether it is looking at the face or the wings, this Feng Yue can be regarded as the first beauty of the Feather Wing Clan today.

It's just that Pol is purely salty and eats radishes and doesn't worry about it, not to mention that Ren Qinglian has no intention of messing with flowers and grass, even Feng Yue herself is not here to seduce them. 100,000 mountain powerhouses are respected, don't look at this Feng Yue is the youngest among the three powerhouses of the Feather Wing Clan, but her strength is the strongest, and now the Feather Wing Clan, she is the one who is in charge.

A nine-headed insect alone is enough for them to be entertained, not to mention a mysterious person who even has to be respectful to the nine-headed worm, Feng Yue is reasonable, and has to be accompanied by respect.

"Stay honestly, if you don't speak, you'll die!" Ren Qinglian angrily flicked the parrot's brain, which eased the atmosphere, and asked with some curiosity: "My Guan girl already has the strength of a golden immortal, and the clansmen who protect this city should not be a problem!"

Feng Yue's expression was much more natural, and she said faintly: "Adults don't know, although the beast tide is dangerous, but compared to people's hearts, it is still too bad!"

"I want to hear about it. Ren Qinglian said.

"The most terrifying thing in the beast tide is the beast king, generally speaking, the strength will not exceed the three-legged crow that the adult just killed too much, in addition, that is, there are too many of them, as long as they can defend themselves, there will not be too much danger. What really needs to be guarded against is those loose cultivators, even those demon saint disciples......"

Feng Yue told me eloquently, Ren Qinglian knew that the beast tide was not only used to select those demon beasts with upper qualifications, but also the best time for those casual cultivators to improve their cultivation, and even many demon saint disciples would regard this beast tide as an experience. Whether these casual cultivators or demon saint disciples, some will act in groups or alone, and some will join those inhumans who are friends with them on weekdays, dealing with the beast tide and plundering cultivation resources is one aspect, and sometimes they will also take the opportunity to help their alien race invade other alien races.

Many grievances between them can even be traced back to the era of the Great War of the Hundred Races in ancient times, whether it is a loose cultivation or a demon saint disciple, there are many clansmen who stand out from various alien races at this time, and it is actually the most normal thing to help their own clan to grab resources and kill enemies.

It's just that the situation of the Feather Wing Clan is a little special, the Nine Infant Demon Saint they are attached to is the ancestor of the Snake Clan, although the current Snake Clan cannot be compared with the ancient times, but there is the heritage of the entire race, and she no longer has to look for disciples from these Feather Wing Clan to replenish the blood, not to mention, the Feather Wing Clan worships the Nine Phoenix, and the magic spells of the fowl demon beasts are cultivated, and the exercises of her Snake Clan are also incompatible.

As a result, the only person the Feather Wing Clan can rely on is themselves, and in this process, there will be no Demon Saint disciples of their race to help. However, Feng Yue's appearance made them see this hope, there are not no demon saints and demon kings like birds in these 100,000 mountains, but under normal circumstances, they will not risk offending the nine babies to go to this wing clan to accept disciples, but Feng Yue can break through to the Golden Immortal realm in just a dozen years, and the qualifications are high enough to attract the attention of those demon saints and demon kings, the only thing to worry about is the attitude of the nine infants, but a disciple with outstanding qualifications is enough for them to take the risk of competing with the nine infants.

Ren Qinglian hadn't thought of this for the time being, but when she heard that Feng Yue and the others had to guard against those scattered cultivators and saint disciples taking advantage of the fire to rob and rob cultivation resources, she secretly guessed that there might be some strange treasures in this Feng City, could it be that this was the so-called chance in his deduction!

Just as he was thinking, White Crane walked in with a few female feathered tribesmen carrying a plate of fruits.

"This is the city's specialty snow lotus, and it only bears fruit once in seven years!"

Ren Qinglian saw that the lotus root was inconspicuous, and was about to stretch out her hand, but when she heard the other party say that it was so precious, she was embarrassed to eat it.

Feng Yue saw it and said with a smile: "My lord is a good coincidence, just in time for this lotus to mature, and it is not a precious thing, in addition to calming the mind and clearing the heart, lightening the body and benefiting the qi, it is just used to fill hunger." ”

When Ren Qinglian heard this, she was no longer polite. The snow root is tender and crisp, full of fragrance, but the lotus fruit is bitter first and then sweet, between the square inches of the Lingtai, the fruit is clearer and clearer than usual, and I know that I have benefited a lot. Secretly surprised, he couldn't help but ask the white crane for a few to cultivate, and by the way, he sent Pol back to continue to be a hard-working gardener. Of course, he didn't take things in vain, and took some of the immortal brew brewed by the old wood demon and distributed it to everyone.

Seeing that he was not as upright as he imagined, Bai He and the others were also a lot less restrained, each took some immortal brew, took a sip gently, and a clear stream flowed down his throat, cleansing his lungs, and for a while, they were full of praise.

But at this moment, a hurried horn suddenly sounded over the city.

Feng Yue and the others' faces changed greatly: "A saint disciple is here!"

After speaking, he apologized slightly to Ren Qinglian, and everyone flew out.

Ren Qinglian followed, and from a distance, she saw five young people of the Inhuman race, with red hair like fire, skin like fire, a gloomy appearance, and violent eyes, suspended in the sky above the city.

"They are the people of the Fire Clan!" Ren Qinglian couldn't help but confirm.

Feng Yue nodded, her eyebrows furrowed, "The person who came is not good, but he hasn't had anything to do with the Fire Clan before!"

As he spoke, the whirlpool of wind and fire under the feet of the five people gradually descended and came to everyone.

His gaze first stayed on Feng Yue for a moment, and then looked at Ren Qinglian, one of whom even sneered with an unkind face: "It's actually a human being!"

"What's wrong with humans?" Ren Qinglian said with a calm face, a sneer on the corner of her mouth, and she said in a way that was neither salty nor light.