"Demon Clan? Those guys believed the nonsense of the human race because the spirit exploration showed that the mountain and river sword left Jiazhou, and signed a truce agreement, so naïve and ridiculous, they are also sea tribes, and the old man really doesn't know what to say. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info," another dark shadow sneered.

"Okay, the time is almost up, let's go in first, there may be Terran monks inside, all of them should restrain their breath a little, don't show your feet. The black shadow at the head coughed lightly.

A moment later, these figures turned into several light blue rays of light and soared into the sky, flying towards the top of the mountain.

......

Because the night is deep, Linchuanfang City at this time is pitch black, only a five-story attic in the southeast corner is brightly lit, especially conspicuous in the night.

"Meet Uncle Zhang. ”

"See Shizu. ”

In the brightly lit hall, both the three Zhuji monks and many foreign affairs disciples bowed respectfully to a middle-aged man in front of them at this moment.

This person was dressed in a pale robe, his face was heroic, and there was a faint trace of evil aura lingering on his body. It is the Yuqing Sect that sits in Linchuanfang City, the monk Zhang Chungang.

"Get up. ”

Zhang Chungang put his hands behind his back, glanced at everyone expressionlessly, and said lightly.

Hearing this, the monks in the hall straightened up one after another, and their eyes converged towards Zhang Chungang with awe.

"Well, that's right, the sect actually sent so many people this time, but it was beyond the old man's expectations, it seems that the old man can also cultivate with peace of mind in the future, and he doesn't have to meddle in the trivial things on weekdays. Zhang Chungang bowed slightly, and after a little hesitation, his eyes fell on the red-clothed man, and he said in a deep voice:

"Master Zhu's nephew!"

The red-clothed man immediately took a step forward, clasped his fists and saluted, and said respectfully: "The juniors are here." ”

"It's not too early, you arrange for the disciples in the sect to rest near Lingyun Pavilion, as for what to do in Fang City, I'll explain it to them clearly tomorrow morning, the old man doesn't bother to care, let's disperse tonight." Zhang Chungang said lightly.

The red-clothed man was stunned, obviously he didn't expect the other party to do this, and hurriedly bowed down and said, "The junior understands." ”

"Hmm. ”

Zhang Chungang nodded with satisfaction, and then his sleeve robe shook, and the whole person immediately turned into a white shadow, which suddenly disappeared into the ground, and disappeared without a trace in front of everyone's eyes.

In the next moment, the sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded outside the door, and everyone subconsciously looked over, but saw that a figure in a pale robe had already stepped on the moon, and under the reflection of the clear light, it turned into a small black dot in the endless moonlight in a blink of an eye.

Seeing this scene, many of the disciples present showed shocked expressions, and even the red-clothed man was stunned for a moment, but then reacted and said in shock: "Shrink the ground into inches! Uncle Zhang can have such magical powers, is it possible that he is already about to get married?"

"It's true that it's shrunk into inches, and this kind of magical power is at least qualified to be mastered by monks who have touched the edge of the baby. The beautiful eyes of the woman in white were also full of surprise, and she murmured, "If I remember correctly, Uncle Zhang is not yet three hundred years old, if he marries a baby, won't he become the youngest Yuanying monk in Jiazhou in thousands of years?"

The girl in the black shirt was still silent, as if she didn't care about all this.

In the hall, many foreign affairs disciples were still confused when they heard "shrinking the ground into inches", but the words of the woman in white about the baby made them understand in an instant, and for a while, the entire attic was a sensation, and some disciples couldn't help but talk excitedly with their companions.

After all, if the truth is really as the woman in white said, there will be an extremely young Yuanying-level ancestor in the sect, and this will be a considerable improvement for the Yuqing Sect, both in strength and status.

If you can advance to the Yuan Infant at the age of 300, with the long lifespan of the Yuan Infant Monk for thousands of years, not to mention the Great Monk in the future, wouldn't it be a matter of nine out of ten to advance to the middle stage of the Yuan Infant?

For a while, even Fang Nan was a little swaying with emotion.

"As a subordinate of Yuqing, what kind of body is noisy and shouting, give me peace!"

Seeing that the noise in the hall was getting louder and louder, the red-clothed man suddenly turned his head and shouted angrily.

As soon as the predecessors of the foundation were angry, many foreign affairs disciples naturally did not dare to disobey the orders of the other party, and in their hearts, they stopped talking, and silence gradually returned to the attic.

"Alright, come with me, first set your place to live, and then talk about other things. Seeing that the atmosphere was a little dull, the woman in white chuckled and said.

As soon as these words came out, the red-clothed man naturally couldn't reprimand him anymore, so immediately after, Fang Nan and the others walked towards a row of pavilions nearby under the leadership of several foundation building monks.

These pavilions located in the southeast corner are more than three stories high, and under the arrangement of several foundation building monks, many foreign affairs disciples live in groups of five in four of them, and coincidentally, those who live in the same pavilion as Fang Nan include two acquaintances, Fir and Jiang Guyue.

As for Senior Brother Yuan, another acquaintance, he was arranged in the easternmost attic, which was the farthest away from Fang Nan's building.

......

The morning light was faint, and a melodious bell suddenly rang from the southeast corner, and then slowly rippled in the market.

Between the streets and alleys, all kinds of shops are lined up, and at this moment they are gradually becoming lively, monks dressed in various costumes can be seen almost everywhere, and from time to time there are some escapes from a distance, landing on the edge of the market.

Fang Nan was wearing a satin blue robe, and he was carrying the light blue flying sword behind him, walking on the street with an expressionless face, and the monks on the surrounding roads saw him dressed like this, and they would subconsciously avoid it on both sides no matter what his cultivation was.

When he saw a white-clothed monk with a cultivation level of the eleventh level of Qi refining who also dodged a little after seeing him, the corners of Fang Nan's mouth twitched, and his expression without the slightest wave finally loosened a little, revealing a little helplessness.

Today is the third day that they have entered the Fang City, and after the explanation of the red-clothed man the day before yesterday, their foreign affairs disciples finally understood their duties, that is, they were divided into five teams according to the residence group, and took turns to patrol the Fang City according to a certain route, dealing with various disputes that might affect the order of the Fang City.

Originally, this kind of thing was quite easy, after all, there would still be a lot of cultivation time if they were on duty every five days, but before Fang Nan could be happy, the red-clothed man announced that they must hang the blue flying sword given by the sect on their backs, and they must wear the sect's costumes to show their identity.

This made Fang Nan a little depressed. (To be continued.) )