"No, no!"

"Return my master, return my master-!"

The scene of the gray-robed old man turning into a puppet made the entire Ninth Hunting Gate boil, and a Saint Realm monk rushed out, all of them were angry and their eyes were red. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Noise!" Teng wanted to wave his hand, and slapped these non-stop hunting cultivators into the ground, immortal and crippled.

In an instant, there was silence.

In the flick of his sleeves, the stone bow and stone arrows that were rolled back to the Ninth Hunting Gate, as well as the colorful stone bow of the gray-robed old man, did not see the seven-colored stone arrows, and finally put them away with the gray-robed old man.

"The Ninth Hunting Gate, all destroyed?"

"I can't see it, the immortal is so domineering. ”

"It's good to extinguish, these hunting and cultivating, none of them are good, they are all murderous and unblinking. ”

When the monks around him clapped their hands and applauded, Teng wanted to take Ru Yan and Tangtang and set foot towards the southern city.

He didn't completely destroy the Ninth Hunting Gate, he gave the other party a chance to breathe, and gave the other party time to report the news. He couldn't wait for the Hunting Pavilion to immediately descend a few more Lintian monks, let them all be suppressed and enslaved, and turned into a puppet.

Before arriving in the south city, countless citizens and soldiers came out to greet them one after another, and the scene was very spectacular.

The vastness of the southern city is almost as big as the Northern Wilderness, and in terms of numbers, under the description of the King of Qi, there are nearly one million, which can be described as a sea of people, and there is no end in sight.

Its Chinese inkers and warrior cultivators are innumerable.

"Immortals, real immortals. ”

"You say, if you can worship the immortals as teachers, wouldn't it be a step to the sky. A well-dressed little fat man, with raw oily hair and flour, muttered to a thin bamboo pole on the side.

The thin bamboo pole is really thin and can't stand the strong wind, and when he saw the little fat man's muttering, he couldn't help but laugh: "It's so beautiful for you, just your lazy virtue, you only know daydreaming all day long." ”

"What's wrong with being so lazy, you are only allowed to sit by the river in a daze every day, and I am not allowed to enter the Tao by eating, drinking, and having fun?"

"I call it the power of nature, you know a fart," the thin bamboo pole was sallow, but full of confidence.

I saw that as soon as he moved his fingers, a small water mass appeared out of thin air, which was quite strange.

"Cut, isn't it just a small ball of water, back and forth with such a hand, a trick to fool people. The little fat man disagreed, and although he had more or less heard about the power of nature, he still scoffed at the thin bamboo pole.

"Dead fat man, there are very few people who can comprehend this power of nature, but this is one in a million. ”

"Come on, I've heard that this immortal will also have the power of nature, I heard that he has mastered the wind of three thousand zhang, and he has just easily suppressed the power of the Hunting Pavilion Heavenly Realm, you, can you." Out of nowhere, the little fat man found a fragrant chicken leg and took a bite.

The thin bamboo pole was stunned for a moment, and said angrily: "Nonsense, people are immortals, you idiot, compare me with immortals?"

"No, it's no, don't explain. ”

"Phew, wait for Ben Shao's cultivation to be successful, and you will feel good. ”

In their chatter.

Teng wanted to fall, under the attention of everyone, with a smile on his face, step by step into the south city. What catches your eye is a peaceful scene, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. The old are supported, the young are educated, the poor are dependent, and the difficult are helped.

There are many streams in the city, and they all seem to originate from the mountain under the palace.

The monks here also cultivate everything, up to the holy way, the immortal way, down to the ordinary sword elixir, and even the humble aspects of firewood for cooking, firewood, rice, oil and salt.

For example, an old woman chops wood, obviously she doesn't have much strength, but she splits a pile of wood evenly, and even the force of each chop is exactly the same. On a warm spring afternoon, the old woman does not breathe or sweat. It seems that he has a deep understanding of the attainments of splitting and has a deep understanding of the essentials.

As for the white-haired old man next to the old woman, he is also very good at cooking, and his skills are perfect, and he can do it in one go.

There are many tricks, and they are easy to come by.

The aroma of the rice makes people drool, the meat is charred but not mushy, and the leaves are fresh and smooth.

There is also this thin bamboo pole, he glanced at the small water mass controlled by the other party, and his eyes were shining.

"It's worthy of the South City, even the children have the power of nature. He muttered, as if the veil of Nancheng had just been revealed.

There are saints like clouds here, and there are many saints.

The people here are like the sea, and there are many readers.

This is the foot of the Son of Heaven, and it is the paradise of mortals.

The laughter and laughter that can be seen everywhere, no matter how deep the gaze is, there is not much sorrow, whether it is a literati or a warrior, the monks are also equal to the people, no one is superior, and no one feels humble.

This is the scene of the prosperous times.

There are gentlemen here, but they are arrogant.

There are dandies here, but there is a way to find flowers.

There are a lot of people and things in the outside world, but there is no chaos in the outside world. Compared to Wind Whispering City, this is heaven.

The majestic city wall is thirty zhang high and ten zhang thick, and the copper wall is not more than that.

The buildings in the city are taller and taller the more central they are, and the road from this south gate to the foot of the palace is called Nantian Avenue. Nearly 10,000 feet away, the distance of déjà vu made Teng want once have the illusion of dreaming back to the Northern Wilderness.

Compared with Dongyang City, he can't see the vicissitudes of Nancheng at a glance. Compared with Fengyu City, the architectural style of Nancheng is more quaint and has an ancient taste. The origin of many patterns is unusually long, as if from that ancient era, still staying in the period of drilling wood for fire, and drinking blood.

But it's not the only one, the variety can't compare to the thousands of changes in Wind Whispering City, but there are also more than a dozen appearances, of course, these are just what Teng wants to see so far.

Under the escort of the King of Qi, thousands of empty alleys abounded, and it seemed that all the common people and monks were gathered on this Nantian Avenue, crowded and overcrowded.

There is a pen to paint, looking at the scroll of several zhang long, it seems to be about to paint the magnificent landscape after Teng wants to descend on the southern city.

It is passed on to future generations, in order to tell the world, immortals descend from heaven!

Immediately, three holy people stepped from the palace, and these three were thunderous and famous in Nancheng.

All of a sudden, the noise intensified.

The one on the left is wearing a green shirt, with white eyebrows above his knees, and his face is full of great wisdom, as if he has lived for a long, long time.

The middle one is dressed in a golden red robe, amiable, which makes people involuntarily have a good impression, and seems to be very happy.

The one on the right is wearing a blue and yellow robe, quite majestic, his eyes are like electricity, holding a jade ruler, and a sword hanging from his waist.

The three saints fell in front of Teng Desire's eyes, and they all glanced at the angry armor around Teng Desire's right shoulder, and then they all bowed slightly with their fists, and said in unison: "I'll wait for the three elders of Fu Lu Shou to welcome the arrival of immortals, please." ”

"Fu Lu Shou ......" Teng wanted to look at it, and found that they were really cultivating their own achievements, and the one on the left was Shou Sheng, who was the oldest and lived the longest.

In the middle is the blessed saint, who has lived the happiest life, full of red light. The nature on the right is Lu Sheng, who has power and wealth and is famous.