The magic tower was born, and the nine shades were shaken. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Countless armies began to move, and the chess pieces of various races began to operate.

The human race, the demon race, the demon race, the blood race, and the four major races in the Nine Netherworld were turbulent for a while.

The blood-colored sky was a little deeper.

Three days have passed, and Yan Yi is sitting cross-legged on the bed, playing with the black token he got from the magic tower in his hand, and his brain is constantly running.

The black token is made of unknown materials, and it feels like gold and jade, and the whole body is jet black, simple and exquisite.

On one side of the black token, a magic word of dragon flying and phoenix dancing is highlighted on the token, and the slightest rhyme is coming, and the other side of the token is engraved with one or two small characters.

After a while, he had no thoughts at all, so he withdrew the token in his hand, and in the past three days, Yan Yi would take out the token in his hand from time to time and play for a while, but he never figured out any useful information.

The shattered space, the stone pagoda that shook violently, and the scenes, like broken pictures, passed quickly in Yan Yi's mind, as well as the pagoda he saw before vertigo.

Yan Yi suddenly thought of the scene before the vertigo, and couldn't help frowning and looking out the window, the pagoda in the Nine Shadows, Yan Yi also took the opportunity to see it in the past three days, it was exactly the same as the pagoda he saw before he fell unconscious, but Yan Yi always felt that something was wrong.

After thinking for a while, I had no clue at all, and I only heard a knock on the door of the room.

After tidying up his clothes and pulling his thoughts back, Yan walked to open the door.

"Young Master Yan, Elder Feng is invited," a green-robed guy standing outside the door lowered his eyebrows and said to Yan Yi.

"Okay, I know, I'll go over in a while" Yan Yi couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth when he heard the little guy's words.

This Elder Feng is the old man of the clothing store above the road turtle, the old man of the wind, Yan Yi will never forget the scene after he was pushed out of the stone tower.

At that time, after Yan Yi and others were forcibly pushed out of the stone tower, Yan Yi didn't know how long it took to wake up, and when he looked around, there was no one around, only he was lying alone in a pile of haystacks.

Just as Yan Yi wanted to get up and leave, a figure in the sky instantly attracted Yan Yi.

Looking closely, Yan Yi couldn't help but gasp, the figure standing in the sky was the old man who bragged about the mountains every day.

Before Yan Yi could come to his senses, he saw the old man standing in the sky, and then waved his robe.

Then Yan Yi saw that the ugly sleeve robe on the old man Feng who had been ridiculed by himself instantly bulged, and then, and then he actually felt that he was constantly rising!

Yes, rise!

However, it was not only himself who was rising, but the entire town was rising, Yan Yi felt the strange changes coming from under him, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The sleeve robe waved again, and then, and then Yan Yi fainted again.

Before fainting, he seemed to see an entire small city being received by the old man Feng into the shabby sleeve robe!

After waking up, he and Qingchuan had already lived in Zhongli's clan.

However, in the past three days, except for a small servant taking care of the lives of these two people, the only living person Yan Yi can see is Old Man Feng.

Even if he went out, he was led by the little guy, and he couldn't see a living person at all along the way, if it weren't for the fact that every time he went out, he looked back at the tall wall behind him, Yan Yi even thought that he was living in some remote place.

And in the past three days, through contact with the old man, Yan Yi also slowly regained a new understanding of this old man.

Zhong Lifeng, the second elder of the Zhongli clan, is known as the wind madness, and his name is known as the Nine Shadows.

However, for some reason, despite this, the old man Feng is still the same as on the road turtle every day, chatting and bragging.

Of course, Yan Yi would not think that it was his own king's eight qi that appeared, and then the masters fell one after another.

That's just a scene in a novel, okay, if you're serious then you're losing.

Interests are the basis of all relationships, although this sentence is a bit absolute, but Yan Yi still agrees.

Although I don't know what profit I have on me, but since the old man Feng is like this, do you still have to put on a face and not hang others?

And as a young man who lived under the impact of the great era in his previous life, the concept of hierarchy, to be honest, although he has lived in this world for sixteen years, some of the concepts in his previous life are not easy to erase.

So Old Man Feng didn't say it, and Yan Yi's concept of this was relatively vague, so the two of them had been maintaining the relationship above the road turtle like this.

It's just that what everyone is thinking, then it's not for others to know.

After telling Qingchuan, who was still nesting in the study next door, Yan Yi walked out along the Nanyu path in front of the room.

"Old man Feng, is there something?" As soon as he entered the door, Yan Yi saw the old man Feng who was cutting his clothes, and he didn't know how this old man went up to cultivate, he saw it every day, this old man was fiddling with his clothes.

"Hey, you're here, come here, take a look, the clothes I just collected, look at this line, this trim, tsk, how beautiful" Old man Yan watched Yan Yi come over, and hurriedly took Yan Yi's arm and walked to the front of the round table.

On the round table was a simple and gorgeous pale green costume, which was extremely exquisite.

"I said, where did you get these clothes? You can't get them from the ghost market, do you?" Yan Yi glanced at the clothes on the round table, picked his eyes, and then asked.

"Hey, how do you know, okay boy" The old man Feng was climbing on top of the costume to study its needlework, and after listening to Yan Yi's words, he couldn't help jumping up and looked at Yan Yi strangely.

Can I not know, this dress is densely covered with blood-red resentment, obviously just pulled from the dead man, and the only place to dare to buy this kind of thing is the ghost market, Yan Yi secretly complained in his heart, of course, this cannot be said.

There is a ghost market in these nine shadows, which also surprised Yan Yihao at that time, he always thought that the ghost market was unique to Qingxuanfang, and he could see the resentment from the utensils without using the "Shaking Dragon True Scripture", or Yan Yi only discovered it recently, think about it, it should be from the dragon seal of the Shanghui, there was this change.

"Guess, look at this dress is not small, and it should still be a spiritual weapon, there are not usually places" Yan Yi pulled the corners of his mouth, rolled his eyes and said.

The most valuable vajra umbrella in his body is just a primary spiritual weapon, and this old man can get any one of them is a spiritual weapon, it is really enough for a local tyrant, Yan Yi rolled his eyes, and wanted to hug his thighs?

Cracked mouth, thighs are too thick, I can't hold myself.

As soon as the thought passed, Yan Yi regained his mind.

"I said, you don't just want me to come and see this dress, do you?" Yan Yi turned around and said.

"yes, what?" the old man raised his white eyebrows.

"No, how do you feel like you're pretending?" Yan glanced at Old Man Feng, and then muttered to himself.

"What are you muttering about?" Old Man Feng put down the guy in his hand, and then looked up at Yan Yi.

"Ha, no," Yan Yi said haha, and then quickly changed the topic.

He didn't believe that he couldn't hear it, his strength was so high, how could he not hear it? Yan Yi rolled his eyes, pretending, continuing to pretend.

"Cough, okay, I won't talk nonsense with you, I called you over this time, just to ask you, how did you think about what you said last time?" Old man Feng seemed to be a little hairy by Yan Yi's staring, coughed, and then said slowly.

Listening to Old Man Feng's words, Yan Yi's originally smiling expression immediately faded.