Guan Xiong leaned back in his chair and looked at the situation sent by his disciple Jiang Cheng to check the four doors, and there were a lot of people arrested, and there were no people he wanted. Guan Xiong was holding his aching brain, and one hand was hurriedly knocking on the table.

With a flash of inspiration in front of him, Jiang Cheng appeared in the hall. Guan Xiong didn't look up, still thinking about how to catch the stupid patrol law.

"Master, Young Master Bai Yun has arrived."

Guan Xiong's eyes slowly opened, looking at Jiang Cheng, "That young master"?

"It's that stupid pig master." Jiang Cheng had a slight sneer on his face.

"That's also the young master, you said that the 'fine hemp pole' is coming, don't I know the way? You go and pick it up, say that I have a headache and am resting." Guan Xiong closed his eyes again, and scolded in his heart, "Young master, this kind of person can also be a young master, it's better to die."

Feng Hui was a little numb, the young master of Wanyun came, and he was so frightened that Feng Hui didn't eat, and he didn't have time to say hello to Cheng Chuan and the others, and ran out of the house in a hurry. While running towards the south gate, I wanted to think about the problem of how to receive, this is the young master, the reception is not good, and it is possible to lose your head.

When Feng Hui ran to the south gate with a large group of people, the young master's team had already arrived, and the entire south gate was already surrounded by water, with three layers inside and three layers outside, all of them were saints, all of them stilting their feet and looking out.

Feng Hui's sweat, crackling and horning fell, it didn't work if it didn't fall, and his own greeting team couldn't get in. At the gate of the town, there were already five steps and one post, ten steps and one sentry, and there were two rows of first-order disciples of Gugen, dressed in brown battle armor, brown cloak, and brown combat boots. The male saint said that the saint was the same, although she was low-cut and exposed and radiant, but how she looked at it, how uncomfortable and uncomfortable she was.

Nevertheless. The majesty is undiminished, and each of them has his hands crossed on his waist, whether he has big eyes or small eyes, his eyes are wide open. The priest was on a sword, or in his right hand. Keep your left hand on your chest. The saint carried the flower basket with her right hand up to her waist, and her left hand was prepared in the flower basket.

The streets are long gone. Twenty rows of agile seventh-layer disciples walked in from the city gate. Feng Hui saw that this was over, and the team he greeted had not yet been placed. The young master has entered the town. I don't know how to panic in this heart. I scratched my ears and cheeks and wanted to go in, but I didn't dare to go in. If you don't enter, you can't, you are your own family, how can you do it if you don't meet the landlord's suitability.

I saw that after the twenty rows of disciples entered the town, they stopped at the gate of the town, and the first row of ten disciples moved first, and the five-zhang wide street was lined up. With a wave of his hand, he tapped the ground, and in an instant, the soil that had been deposited on the ground for an unknown number of years was gone. Pieces of bluestone more than a foot wide were exposed.

The people in Zeng Cheng on both sides of the street were stupid, and Feng Hui opened his eyes wide, "Be good." I have lived in this town for more than 200 years, but I don't know that the street is paved with bluestone slabs, and this bluestone is definitely not mined in the nearby mountains. Where did you come from, I don't have time to verify it now."

The bag in the hands of the Cleansing Priest was quickly filled. A platoon of saints flew away. The next row of saints flew over again. Soon, this ancient street, which may be thousands of years or ten thousand years old, was peeled off. Stretch into the town.

The third row of saints came up. With a little hand, it turns into an air hammer in the air. Facing those upturned bluestone slabs, it was a hammer, and the bluestone slabs that had a bit of a branch were immediately flattened. Then I heard a crackling puff of smoke into the town.

The third platoon advanced into the town, and the fourth platoon immediately stepped forward. A little hand, it's still an air hammer, but this air hammer is much smaller than that air hammer. It seemed that they were going to smash it again, and sure enough, these saints were hunched over one by one and looked forward with air hammers. Don't talk about a small corner, you just don't have to knock it on a line.

The fifth row walked up. I actually held a bag in my hand, and as soon as the mouth of the bag opened, the whirring wind that came out of the mouth of the bag was not blowing outward, but inward, forming a four-foot-wide air outlet in front of the mouth of the bag, and constantly sucking in, and the little ash knocked out of the bluestone slab was cleaned up.

The sixth row is a water brush, and the bluestone slabs that are a little black are washed again. Then go down in rows, dry, heated, and waxed. A few rows later, oh my goodness. This bluestone slab, blue glowing with blue and cyan light, in the sun like a waveless Qinghai sea, stretched out to the town, immediately the whole town turned cyan, the buildings on both sides were reflected by the blue light, deep and secluded. All the saints who watched the excitement changed color.

The saint priest in the back no longer dared to step on the bluestone, and actually stepped on the flying sword to complete the follow-up on the bluestone road. The whole street became a corridor for air flights. The saints were busy shuttling back and forth, sweating so hard that the sweat was afraid of dripping on the road. The sweaty priest immediately retreated, leaving a row to continue drying.

"All the holy priests listen, the young lord has an order, all the saints who observe the ceremony must be disinfected, and those who do not disinfect must be cleared out of the street." An old man flew in from outside the city with a flying sword, repeating the words over and over again unhurriedly.

Then another priest flew in. "All the saints listen, the young lord has an order, and all the saints who watch the ceremony must wear mouth and nose protection, otherwise they will clear the street."

After repeating these words, the priest came again, and came back and forth ten times, and made ten demands.

After the request was made, hundreds of saints flew in, sprinkling something on the saints on both sides, and a few drops of cold water fell on Feng Hui's face and body. Hearing a soft sound, a white mist rose from Feng Hui's body, which instantly turned into a fog circle, hissing from Feng Hui's head to the soles of his feet, and then squeaking from the soles of his feet to his head, until the white mist on the top of his head had turned gray. A pop flew into the sky and dissipated.

Feng Hui was startled at first, he wanted to move, but he didn't dare to move, and the hovering saints on the street were staring at him.

After the saints flew away. Another group of saints flew in, and issued a brown mask to each of the saints on both sides, telling each saint to cover his face, and not to cover it. The crowd had no choice but to cover it. The mask approached the face, and with a pop a round ball of light fell over everyone's head. Except for the front eyes, which are transparent, everything else is brown. In an instant, the whole street became a brown-headed promenade.

Suddenly, there were a few critical hits of aura in the town, and dozens of Solid Root Realm saints flew away, calming down after a few more explosions. Soon came the news that Zerg spies had been found in the town. Has been killed.

The people of Zeng Zhen immediately became nervous, the Zerg had been gone for more than ten days, how could there be any holy insects left in Zeng Town? This thought flashed, and all the saints did not have time to think about this, all their energy was focused on welcoming this mysterious young master.

At this time, several Peixing Realm saints came from outside the town, holding a mirror in their hands, and shook it from everyone's bodies, and they really shook it into the town. The saints flew back to the gate of the town, waved their hands to the outside of the town, and hundreds of saints came in from outside the town and handed out a lot of small flags to the people, with propaganda slogans written on the small flags, what "the young master is wise", what "unparalleled in the world", what "the prestige is far away", and what is "only eight buckets high".

The saint looked at the small flag, and with a bang, the brown-armored saint on the street turned around, staring at everyone with blazing eyes, and the little saints on both sides were frightened, and they all lowered their heads, thinking about it, they couldn't do it if they didn't bow their heads, there were only a few saints in the whole town, and the guards who defended the young master were all from the solid root realm. Can you not bow your head in fright? This is not an exaggeration, a light shield flew out from in front of the brown-armored saint, and with a push, all the little saints were pushed out of the way.

At this time, the drums outside the town sounded in unison, and the Brown Armor Saintess of the Jacquard Basket sprinkled the petals into the sky one by one, and it was strange that these petals were hanging in the air and did not fall.

At this time, a group of Gugen Realm women stepped on flying swords, and one by one the ribbons fluttered, flying all over the sky, and after the shadow, a burst of fragrance lingered in the air for a long time. The ribbon dance was so dense, Feng Hui stood so close that he didn't even count how many saints there were in this team.

After this team, there was another team of saints of the Solid Root Realm, the saints tread the waves, there was a brown drum in front of them, each saint danced with a double hammer, laughing and dancing, originally every hammer fell can hit a burst of drums, but every time these saints fall the hammer is an empty sound. It's just a beautiful picture.

When such a group walked in, there were thirteen teams, those holding the piano, playing the kite, playing the flute, and holding the flute. Five tones and seven tones, everything. After the band, there was the sound of a mara luan bell. The saints hurriedly stretched out their heads to look.

A donkey cart came in at the gate of the town. A black donkey with a brass bell around his neck, and the brass bell sounded dangdang with every step he took. Every ringtone can be heard. Behind the donkey cart was a glittering crystal cart, the wheels were one foot high, and between the wheels was a large crystal seat, on which was placed brown fur, and on the fur sat a fat and large figure.

This person is wearing a tiger head coat, and there is a section of the open collar of the tiger head coat, and on the body is a basin face. A pile of meat was lined with a large mouth, and on the mouth was a meaty nose, flanked by two pairs of thinly slit eyes, and on the eyes were two eyebrows three times thicker than the eyes. On the eyebrows is the hair of the "upper branch". What's more characteristic is the big breasts with trembling meat, the belly with buckle pots, the meat trembling, round holes, bulging, and no sagging.

Leaning back in a chair, his right elbow pressed against the armrest, a pink sword in his hand, and an embroidered spikelet fluttering. A naked woman's fan is fanned in his left hand. looks at ease, a little domineering, and a little nondescript.

It may be that there is too much bluestone slab wax, and the disproportionate little donkey is a little slippery hooves, and it has slipped a few times, but fortunately, it is four hooves, and it is not a problem to slip and suck. The petals in the air floated down in time, and when the donkey stepped on the flowers, the car pulled much more steadily.

When the people saw the donkey cart coming, they hurriedly bowed down on one knee, bowed their heads and shouted. The content of the call is the content of the flag in the hand. "The young master is wise", "the young master is mighty", and "the young master is invincible" ....... After the donkey cart had passed, the crowd got up to watch. Oh, the cry drifted in waves, between the rise and fall of people, and floated with the donkey cart towards the town. (To be continued......)