In the turbulence of the undercurrent, the small southern town spent a few days of calm.

On this day, the most popular fairy teahouse in the southern town silently stepped into a young monk, he looked ordinary and had a kind face.

"Xiao Er, come to a pot of fairy tea. Lin Shan found a place near the window and called for a pot of fairy tea towards Xiao Er.

Looking at the people coming and going in the small town, and the shouting and selling on the streets, Lin Shan nodded silently, Feng Yi is indeed a talent, in just over ten years, without a single Jindan monk appearing, it is not easy to turn the small city of the South China Sea into a medium-sized immortal city!

This little fairy city, although it looked calm on the surface, his eyes saw some clues from the monks who came and went, and there was a sense of anxiety in the calm.

Feeling the danger from the Sand Alliance in the Forgotten Land, Lin Shan immediately pulled away, his original intention was to find a hidden place and cultivate several Yuan Infant Divine Powers well, but after thinking about it halfway, he thought of the small city of the South China Sea, so he rushed over.

He didn't go directly to Su Qibo and the others, but walked around by himself, if the town was safe and Su Qibo and the others were doing well, he planned to leave secretly.

This time, he was not easy to come forward, and he didn't know that a few ancestors were secretly looking for him, if they were found in a small southern city, the matter would not be under his control.

Such a fairy city in the South China Sea is really not enough for a slap from a primordial old monster!

Now looking at the seemingly calm immortal city, Lin Shan unfolded his divine sense.

"The monks of the Zhongyuan Continent are getting more and more excessive!" a voice. Heavy resounding in the teahouse, the tone was angry.

"Brother Nan, whisper!" another voice rang out.

"Originally, looking at the Zhongyuan Gang a few days ago, the tone of that group of people degraded my Beichen Continent monks to like this, yesterday outside the city, several monks from the Zhongyuan Continent secretly attacked a few brothers from my Beichen Continent, if it wasn't for someone in the city who found out and rushed over. These brothers. It is estimated that his life will not be guaranteed! This kind of thing is unbearable!" The person who spoke was a red-faced man, and his face was indignant at the moment.

"Brother is very right! The monks from the Zhongyuan Continent are now becoming more and more excessive. These days come. Many of us monks from the Beichen Continent. There have been many Taoist friends who have disappeared inexplicably, and among them, they must have something to do with the monks of the Zhongyuan Continent!" There were many monks from the Beichen Continent, and some people immediately echoed.

"Snatching our prey outside, what's more, it's also a heavy hand! It's only in the city that it's a little safer, but now, these monks from the Zhongyuan Continent are going to get their hands dirty in the city!"

"These monks, ruined our small city in the South China Sea, I think that at the beginning, the small city in the South China Sea was quiet, it was because of the influx of monks from the Zhongyuan Continent that there were more incidents!"

The people in the Immortal Pavilion spoke one after another, and verbally crusaded against the Zhongyuan monk.

"Haha......" was just as he was saying this, when a burst of laughter suddenly interrupted the discussion.

"Why are you laughing?" said the red-faced man, angrily.

"You don't want to think about it, which monks are in charge of the original body of the Nanhai Town, as far as I know, the predecessor of the Nanhai Town was originally a gathering place for scattered cultivation in the Zhongyuan Continent, and then, the monks of the Beichen Continent poured in, that is, now the leader of the Beichen Alliance made a move, and I don't know what secret tricks were used to kill a Jindan predecessor of the Situ family, since then, the Nanhai Town has fallen into the hands of the monks of the Beichen Continent, this is obviously a matter of your bird's nest, and now I am embarrassed to say that it is because of the problem that there are many monks in the Zhongyuan Continent!?" The one who spoke was a young monk with a white face, he was dressed in a white shirt, his face was quite handsome, and between his eyebrows, there was a hint of coldness, although he was alone, he was facing the Beichen Continent with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What nonsense!" said an old man, slapping the table and yelling at the young man.

"More than ten years ago, the small town of the South China Sea, was tossed by the Situ family's Situ Nantian into a miasma, the female cultivator did not dare to face on the street, everyone trembled, Situ Nantian did not know how many monks' lives were held, and the monks of the small town of the South China Sea secretly called the Nantian bully, fortunately, the leader of the Northern League was born out of thin air, and took action to remove it, and then under the management of the Northern League, the small town of the South China Sea has not had a single case of vicious murder in the past ten years! So that the monks in the city can do their own things with peace of mind, these are simply impossible in the days when Situ Nantian is here!"

"What Huang Daoyou said is very true! It is because of the removal of Situ Nantian that the life I waited for was better. The companion beside the old man nodded yes.

"Lao Er is just a mixed group, intending to change the fact that the predecessor of the small city in the South China Sea was a gathering place for the monks of the Zhongyuan Continent!" the young man snorted and spoke.

"Although the small city of the South China Sea was a little more than ten years ago, there were slightly more monks in the Zhongyuan Continent, but at that time, everyone lived under the nose of the bully Situ Nantian, everyone was in danger, and there was almost no sense of security at all, it is precisely because of the Northern Alliance that the small city of the South China Sea has the scale it has today, how can it be comparable to more than ten years ago, young people, a city, and those who can live in it!" the old man continued.

Today, the surname of the small town in the South China Sea is Bei, and he will not know what his surname is. The young man sneered, raised his teacup and drank it.

"I'm young, I don't know how thick the sky is! Let's go, monks like you are not welcome in the small town of Nanhai, and with a monk like you here, the small town of Nanhai will be in chaos sooner or later. The old man looked at the young man's look, shook his head, and spoke.

"If it weren't for the ban on fighting in a small city in the South China Sea, I would have beaten you up today!"

The aura on the body of this man in white, that is, in the middle stage of foundation building, the cultivation of the red-faced man was no worse than him.

"Yes, the old man also said that there has not been a single case of vicious injury in the small city of Nanhai for many years, if there is a case today, what do you think will be the result!?" The young man said coldly, and there was a murderous intent in his voice.

At the same time, his body exuded a domineering aura.

"Build the foundation of the ninth layer!" The old man's face changed greatly, the foundation of the ninth layer, in the small city of the South China Sea, is already a top character!

In the small city of the South China Sea, only the leader of the Northern Alliance is the identity of the Jindan monk, and as for the other monks, they are all the identity of the foundation building monk.

It's just that the leader of the Northern Alliance has not appeared for more than ten years, and the Northern Alliance's claim to the outside world is that the leader of the alliance is in retreat, but the truth of it is unknown to outsiders, and the only thing that is confirmed is that the monk who built the ninth layer of the foundation is a rare high-war monk in the small city of the South China Sea!

"Building the ninth layer of the foundation!?" The big man's face also changed greatly, the blue light flashed in his hand, he had already taken out the magic weapon and put on a defensive posture, his cultivation of the fifth layer of the foundation building was far worse than this young man.

"Don't panic, everyone, what's wrong with cultivating high, in the small city of the South China Sea, there is no shortage of monks who have built a foundation of the ninth layer, not to mention that now that he is in full view, how dare he mess around. The old man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly relieved himself and said loudly.

"In the small city of the South China Sea, don't fight!" When the swords were tense, three figures quickly flashed in the air, all of them were monks in the late stage of foundation building, and the leader of them shouted loudly, and the eyes of the three of them were staring at this young man tightly.

"Haha...... The law enforcement team in the small town of the South China Sea is really extraordinary, and any of them are all cultivated in the later stage of foundation building, and Hua Mou will not pass by today. The young man laughed loudly, and then walked away from the table, his eyes glinting with a cold light.

"This is the beginning of trouble!" Looking at the scene in front of him, Lin Shan's mouth showed a hint of a smile. (To be continued......)