The middle-aged scribe dressed as Li Xianfeng was an ordinary casual cultivator, where had he seen this kind of battle, and he was stunned by the words.

Moreover, the main thing he cultivates is fire-based spells, and he is naturally restrained by ghosts, listening to what Ouyang City Lord said, the ghosts even let some mortals slip through the net so that they can escape back and report the news, this kind of half-cultivation is not expected to be high, and it is okay to go and see it.

If the ghost is really powerful, with his skills, he can be confident that he can escape, if it is a little ghost, then he will be destroyed with his hand, come back and invite the beauty city lord to take credit, and then take the opportunity to invite him to drink, and then drug her in the wine, and it is a matter of course to come and do her.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged scribe suddenly showed an obscene look, and he said twice and agreed.

This middle-aged scribe hid in the mountains all the year round to cultivate, and by chance found a cave left by his predecessors, found a few Peiyuan Pills, and barely broke through to the middle of the Kaiyuan Dynasty with the effect of the elixir.

Walking and stopping all the way, I don't know how many good girls have harmed, when they see the beauty, they directly use their magic power at night to snatch them away, and after some coercion, they will be sent back, which can be described as a notorious evil.

However, when he committed a murder, he happened to be met by an upright monk, and after a fight, he was seriously injured and fled.

Since then, he has relented his thoughts, intending to make an offering to the rich and powerful mortals in a larger place, so that they can support their rich and noble lives, and he will occasionally help them solve minor problems.

As for the scourge of beautiful girls, although they have not quit, they have also done a little more restrained, and they have not been found guilty of crimes in this Tahoe City at least once.

......

"Doctor, what is the matter with my body, is there a way to heal me?" a sincere voice asked.

"Young man, it's not the old man who poured cold water on you, your internal organs seem to be failing, if you continue at this rate of failure, within a year, something will definitely happen. ”

"As for healing, in my opinion, this image of failure seems to be born from birth, and the medicine stone is ineffective?"

An old man with a white beard shook his head, looked at the young man in front of him with a trace of regret, and sighed.

The young man in front of him nodded, his face was slightly gloomy, and he was a little too calm, and after thanking the doctor, he left indifferently.

The young man walked out into the street and muttered, "It's the sixth, and they're all the most famous doctors in the city, but the conclusions are all the same, is there really no cure?"

The young man's footsteps stopped, he looked up at the sky, and his eyes flashed with brilliance: "After all, there are restrictions on mundane means, if I can find a master of cultivation, maybe I can see the crux of my problem!"

"At this moment, we still have to stop the cultivation of Youyuan Gong first, and then find a book of exercises to replace. ”

"This Rui Gongzi really embarrassed me enough. The young man laughed to himself, and then strode in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

In the city, when it comes to being well-informed, this city lord should be in charge, and ordinary people probably don't have much opportunity to contact the monks, let alone know their movements, instead of scurrying around like a headless fly, it is convenient to go directly to the city lord to inquire.

"It's just that asking the city lord for news of some monks may save you a lot of time, but people have to be willing to help, right?" The young man couldn't help but slow down when he thought of this.

The young man is none other than Ye Quan, his idea is simple and direct, but whether he will receive the effect he wants will not be known until he has tried it in the place.

The City Lord's Mansion is located in the middle of Tahoe City, covering an area of more than 20 acres, and after some inquiry, it is easy to find the gate.

Looking at a high-walled compound in front of him, with two gatekeepers in gray shirts standing on the stone steps at the gate, Ye Quan hesitated for a moment, and just wanted to step forward and let people inform him of his intention to meet the city lord.

He was still silently calculating in his heart, if the two gatekeepers embarrassed themselves, he would show the monk's methods, and they would obediently report it.

It's just that Ye Quan has just stepped on the first stone step in front of the door, and the two gatekeepers also instinctively glared at him viciously.

The huge bronze door, which was more than a foot high, creaked and opened completely.

A group of people walked out of the door, the first one, dressed in a lilac python brocade robe, heroic, with the bearing of a superior person, but this person was a beautiful young woman. Next to him was a middle-aged man dressed as a scribe in white.

When Ye Quan looked at the middle-aged man dressed as a white-clothed scribe, the middle-aged man in white also took his lustful gaze away from the city lord's body, and looked at the kid at the door with slightly narrowed eyes.

This kid at the door makes him feel like a 'fellow traveler'.

He secretly cast the Qi Prospect Technique, and suddenly sensed that the young boy was emitting a faint aura around him, he was indeed a monk, but his level was not as good as himself, he was just a rookie in the early stages, so he didn't even have the desire to say hello and deal with it.

Directly ignoring Ye Quan, saying goodbye to the city lord, he took up the magic trick, and a little under his feet, like a feather rising with the wind, instantly floated to the roof seven or eight zhang away, and then a little under his feet again, the figure floated up again, and so on, its shadow has disappeared from everyone's sight.

"This guy is using the Wind Resisting Technique?" Ye Quan muttered in a hesitant whisper.

Being able to recognize this wind control technique is not because Ye Quan suddenly has a great increase in knowledge, but it is recorded in his booklet that he seized from the hands of the Wolf Dao people, but this kind of spell, although it is not difficult to cultivate, it is possible to cultivate it for at least a month or two.

After cultivating, there are many wonderful things, being able to use the power of the wind spirit to make oneself as light as a feather, and once you have the strength under your feet, you can soar into the sky for a short time, but it is only a short distance, which is completely different from real autonomous flight.

Moreover, although this spell greatly increases the speed of movement, it is much slower than using the Divine Talisman to hurry, and it even consumes several times more mana, so even if ordinary monks cultivate this spell, they rarely use it for long distances.

Watching the white-clothed scribe walk away, although he didn't look very good, but in the end, he floated up and walked with the wind, which was indeed like a fairy among the gods.

Everyone at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion looked in awe and worship in the direction where the scribe disappeared, and even Ye Quan was a little envious.

City Lord Ouyang Lan snorted coldly, and everyone came back to their senses, bowing their heads in embarrassment and smiling bitterly.

Ouyang Lan looked at the stranger in front of him with a suspicious expression, and said suspiciously: "This little brother, listening to your words just now, you seem to recognize this spell displayed by the immortal who left before, could it be ...... Brother Tai is also an immortal?"

Speaking of the back, a hint of expectation suddenly appeared on Ouyang Lan's face.