The matter was settled, but there was not the slightest clue to what Ji Changkong wanted to know.

Those two people were indeed sent to ask for trouble, but they didn't even know the identity of that person, they were in this business, and if someone gave money, they would refuse.

And Ji Changkong is also unlucky, although he has seen a lot of things, but he has really seen such things, the means of stealing things are almost the first time for a cultivator like him, especially the person who steals things does not use spells and treasures, but only relies on means and skills, and almost suffers a big loss without noticing for a while.

However, in the end, it was solved, although it was not complete, but Ji Changkong's direct abolition of the cultivation of those two people can be regarded as an indirect warning to the people in the shadows.

The next thing was much simpler, more than a hundred storage rings were exchanged in just over an hour, and everything including materials was trickled down, among which the precious ones were sold to those merchants by Ji Changkong along with the mustard seeds themselves.

......

With another three stars in his hand, more than four thousand five hundred meritorious deeds in Ji Changkong's hands disappeared again, leaving only a few hundred points.

The more merits are needed, the more merits are needed, Ji Changkong took a look at the merits required for the next star sand, and it seems impossible to achieve such a huge merit in a short period of time.

However, he was not greedy, he originally thought that he could get enough to exchange two stars in the battlefield for the feats of the sky, but he didn't expect that this time it would be six, because it was the base camp, it only took half a day for what he needed to arrive, and the speed was amazing.

The second refining is much simpler, and this is the base camp, and there are special Dao patterns guarding in many places, and no one can disturb it, so refining is much simpler.

In the blink of an eye, it was the agreed time, and the king of soldiers gave him a token to go to the Immortal Que, according to his estimation, it should be a party.

As for this immortal que, he has also inquired about it, and it is a magical place.

The Immortal Que is only open on all battlefields, and there are camps in all border battlefields, and they are all in the camps, and no one knows its origin.

And the origin of the name of the immortal que is even more unsophisticated, but without a certain identity, without a certain amount of financial resources, it is absolutely impossible to get in, it is said that it is the immortal mansion, with all kinds of good things that you can't imagine, but Ji Changkong has never been to the people, so what it is always unknown.

In front of the immortals, Ji Changkong stood with his head up, the huge building did not hide it at all, and the tall building with a height of thirty zhang was enough to overlook the entire valley floor.

This immortal que is somewhat similar to the pagoda, but it is more magnificent, and the outer places alone are enough to make people jaw-dropping.

The glazed tiles, the jade is the step, and all kinds of treasures full of vicissitudes of life seem to be random but are actually placed around exquisitely, showing nobility.

"Welcome to the Eighth King," the four girls in long skirts stepped forward to salute the moment they saw Ji Changkong, and their soft voices made people feel at home.

But he didn't dare to underestimate these maids, because each of these maids was cultivating above the fourfold level, and if he was not mistaken, these four maids had even cultivated the combined attack technique, and it was probably unknown if they could compete with ordinary Chaoyuan monks under the joint action.

can make a figure comparable to a monk of Chaoyuan guard the door and welcome guests, this kind of pomp is really big.

"I heard that there are rules for the immortals to enter the door, I don't know if I meet them," Ji Changkong looked at the four maids in front of him lightly and wanted to hear their answers.

It's not that he has a bad taste, but he just thinks that the fairy shelf is too big, and he is a little curious.

"You can't enter unless you're young and handsome, and you're not allowed to enter if you're not famous," the maid said coquettishly.

"That's all there is to it," Ji Changkong was stunned.

"Yes, as the eighth king, you can naturally enter the third layer," the maid nodded, well-behaved and cute, and people could not afford to be angry at all.

"Thank you," Ji Changkong smiled and turned to enter the gate, while being shocked by the essence of this immortal que.

Young Junjie, at least he must be a top genius to be called a Junjie, as for the fame, it is not to be famous in a city, at least it must be famous in the entire battlefield, and these two conditions alone are enough to make more than ninety percent of the cultivators stop from the door.

Even Ji Changkong was very curious, how did they survive under such rules!

Walking into the building, the surroundings are quiet, although the first floor is elegant and rich, and the decoration is amazing, but the guests on the entire floor are only three people.

Seeing Ji Changkong enter the door, the three people stopped talking and laughing and raised their eyes, and the next moment, the three of them were all startled, it was obvious that they recognized Ji Changkong's identity, Ji Changkong was not surprised by this, he was surprised by the expressions of the three people, and there was actually a feeling of schadenfreude.

But this was not something he was thinking about now, and he continued to go up the stairs to the second floor, where there were a few more people on the entire second floor than on the first floor, but less than ten.

The expressions of these people at the moment they saw Ji Changkong were actually similar to those of a few people on the first floor, they were also gloating, except for a few cultivators who showed their fighting intentions, the rest of the people looked at Ji Changkong no matter how they looked at it, and when they saw this scene, he became more and more confused.

Is it possible that there are any special rules that cannot be achieved by this immortal, or what is the inside story of this gathering, why do these people look at themselves with such eyes?

To be honest, he was very uncomfortable with this kind of gaze, and he felt like he was being played like a monkey.

However, this doubt was solved the moment he stepped on the third floor!

Rumble!

At that moment, a huge fist came towards him, and the huge power was restrained and seemed to be a powerful and boundless punch, but he didn't even startle the fist.

Ji Changkong subconsciously wanted to punch out, but at the moment of punching, he suddenly turned his fist into a grasp, grabbed the fist, and then his body shook again and again, and the power on the fist was silently dragged to other places by him, and he didn't even move his clothes.

"Okay, fight again next time," a loud shout came, and then the fist erupted majesticly, breaking free from Ji Changkong and retracting it.

Ji Changkong let out a sigh, and his heart was lucky, if he just didn't care about punching out, it would be really embarrassing, obviously, the punch just now was just a temptation, and the breath was restrained, if he punched out, he would at least be beaten into ruins.

There are only three people on the third floor, one is the king of soldiers, he is wearing a long skirt and smiling, the other is a gentle and elegant son, holding a folding fan in his hand, and the last one is the person who shoots at himself, extremely strong, and there is a battle spirit that cannot be concealed.

"You're very good, you have a chance to fight," the man patted Ji Changkong's shoulder with a look of eagerness, and the blazing heat in his eyes couldn't even bear Ji Changkong.

"Don't mind, he's that virtue, let me introduce you, this is the King of Chaos, we usually call him a madman, you can also call him that," when Ji Changkong was embarrassed, the King of Soldiers came out to relieve the siege empathically.

The third king, it turned out to be him, Ji Changkong was stunned.

"Look up for a long time," Ji Changkong said scenely, he really has no reason to be angry with such a guy, it's not worth it at all.

"Hey, don't be so sissy, it's the same as that guy, it's boring," the Chaos King smiled and pointed at the young man.

Forehead!

Ji Changkong didn't know how to speak, so he could only pretend not to hear, but the young worker glanced at him quite dissatisfied, but he was probably afraid of his crazy energy, so he didn't plan to reason with him.

"Ignore him, this is the fifth king, and everyone else calls him a scholar," the soldier king smiled and pointed at the young man.

Scholar?Ji Changkong seemed to be smiling, he really didn't dare to compliment this nickname, although this dress was a little elegant, but sensing the countless death aura around the elegant boy opposite, it was really difficult for him to connect the weak scholar with the executioner in front of him.

That's right, it's the executioner, this guy is a real executioner, it's clear from his title.

Killing King, Fifth King, this guy is the most bloodthirsty among the seven kings, cruel and vicious to the demon clan, the demon clan who once buried eight thousand serious injuries alive in a war, is ruthless, and as a result, such a guy whose whole body is stained red with blood actually has a nickname called Scholar.

For a while, Ji Changkong felt that he was powerless.

"Nicknames given by others, don't care, what is the name of love, as long as you don't have nothing to do with me to fight, whatever you want," the scholar got up and said nonchalantly.

"Eh, Xiaoice, why don't you introduce yourself when you introduce the two of us," At this time, the madman on the side suddenly stopped doing it.

Burst!

Ji Changkong just drank the tea in his mouth and squirted out, the madman scholar he endured, what is going on with this Xiaoice, how did the soldier king who is strict and full of war art become Xiaoice, the two different styles of names are really unbearable, what kind of trouble are these guys going to make?

"Shut up, no one will say you're dumb if you don't speak," the King glared at him fiercely.

"Only the governor is allowed to set fires and the people are not allowed to light the lamps, don't think that if you can't beat you, you will kill me," the madman scratched his head and said helplessly.

Hmm? Ji Changkong was taken aback, the madman couldn't beat him Xiaoice...... King of Soldiers, this is unlikely, I haven't heard of it.

Ji Changkong admits that the King of Soldiers commands the battle is indeed unmatched, but if it is a fight, he really can't see where the King of Soldiers wins, after all, this guy in front of him is a battle maniac, and even Ji Changkong himself is not sure that he can suppress that guy.

"Misunderstanding, it's not what you think," the scholar on the side couldn't help but explain when he saw his expression.

"What's going on, could it be ......" Ji Changkong smiled strangely, as if he thought of something unhealthy.

"I'll go, brother," the scholar was overjoyed when he saw Ji Changkong's expression, and he got up and hugged Ji Changkong's expression when he saw his bosom friend.

He had seen this expression, and the two Liu Zhan brothers were like this in front of the flower building!R1058