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Chapter one hundred and sixty-two old friends meet(1/3)

"Uuwu...help...help..."

The girl was hanging on a tree with a crooked neck, and Zhuan Yang stood under the tree waving his riding whip.

Tian Xiang Dan restored his internal strength, and when the Fifth Prince's men rebuilt the defensive barrier, Zhuan Yang freed up his hands.

The first thing to do is to catch Zhao Jiu, hang her on a tree and whip her with a whip.

"I obviously do it for your own good and help you restore your mana, but you still don't appreciate it."

"Thank you?" Zhuan Yang smelled the fragrance of the flowers on his body and his face turned darker.

The scent of peony flowers is so strong that it even affects other people.

Seeing Jiang Ling and others' evasive eyes, not daring to look at him at all, the young man became even more irritable: "Tell me, how do I get rid of this thing?"

"No...it can't be removed." Zhao Jiu's voice became lower and lower. If it could be removed, would she still need Zhuan Yang to filter it? She would have eaten it long ago.

Even now, the two of them are working together to absorb the medicinal properties of "Tianxiang White Jade Pill", but more than half of the medicinal power remains in Zhuan Yang's body. If it is not completely absorbed, the fragrance on Zhuanyang's body will always remain.

The young man's cold expression made the girl panic: "Just...just treat it as special incense."

"Incense? Does your incense smell so strong?"

Zhuan Yang didn't like spices in the first place, let alone something with such a strong taste.

"This girl's ability to cause trouble is just as good as those two troublemakers. No, we must find a way to pack her up and take her to Tiandu."

If he was with her for more than a quarter of an hour, Zhuanyang would feel like his life was shortened.

"You will go with Zhu Yancheng's people later and go to Tiandu to find your cousin."

"No!" Zhao Jiu said without hesitation, "Uncle is there, if I go over -"

"I just want him to beat you!"

Zhuan Yang found paper and pen and wrote a letter to Zhao Lang, asking Zhao Lang to discipline him strictly.

As for Kun Hao...

Zhuan Yang had no hope. With Kun Hao's character, he would not be able to rejoice when he saw his misfortune.

"found it!"

Suddenly, the air was filled with demonic energy, and more than a dozen demon generals were killed.

Zhao Jiu said hurriedly: "It's the pursuers. They found them based on the scent of peonies."

Putting down the brush, Zhuan Yang drew his sword: "Hmph. Someone is coming, prepare to fight!"



While Zhuan Yang continued to struggle with Zhuyan City, Peng Yu came to Yulin City.

This mountain city is different from Dilong and Zhu Yan.

"This is no longer a mobile city, but a small country."

The jade unicorn lies on the ground and sleeps soundly, with a city hanging on its back. In the surrounding area, affected by the unicorn's aura, there is no evil atmosphere at all within a radius of hundreds of miles. Instead, countless fairy grass and woods grow.

Some mortals have established villages and towns in Qilin's territory, as if they were in paradise.

Peng Yu walked into Qilin's territory and observed secretly.

These mortals are wanderers who fled into Qilin territory after other mountain cities were destroyed. Because Yulin City refused to accept them, they lived around Yuqilin.

The people of Yulin City were too lazy to trouble them, so they acquiesced in their existence. Sometimes, Yulin City would banish some residents who committed crimes, and those residents would also live here.

Over the course of hundreds of years, Qilin territory was scattered in towns of various sizes, which together with Yulin City formed the prototype of a civilized country.

"The three mountain cities have different concepts, but they each inherit civilization. No wonder they are unwilling to turn into a fairy city in the clouds."

It’s not that it can’t be done, it’s that it’s not necessary.

Because they are living well on the earth with the advantage of the divine beasts. There is no need to transform into Yunzhong City to participate in the more troublesome battle for the clouds and sky.

Walking in the country of Qilin, Peng Yu even felt that the environment here was similar to a blessed land and cave, which had a unique feeling.

"Yes, the Jade Qilin itself is a beast king with supernatural powers, no less than a true immortal. Although it has not officially established a blessed land, the place where it lives will naturally have some characteristics of a blessed land."

Space isolation.

In this territory, Peng Yu felt suppressed by Qilin's divine power. Unless Qilin gave permission, if other monks entered this place, their magical power would be suppressed.

Qilin symbolizes auspiciousness, and if you live in the country of Qilin, your life span will be longer than in other places.

"If I don't build Tiandu and give this place time to develop, it may become another Tiandu."

Peng Yu thought: Perhaps, this is also the direction of Taiwei Realm itself? In the long future, will Yulin City become the hope of mortals?

The strong wind blew by, and the sweet ringing of the bell woke Peng Yu from his meditation.

"This is--"

Peng Yu walked over and saw a patch of silver bell fairy grass in full bloom.

"Hmph, the country of Kirin really cannot be underestimated. It even brought the fairy grass from my house to plant?"

Although Peng Yu generously donated the fairy grass to several other blessed places and encouraged its cultivation throughout the continent, Yulin City had no contact with Tiandu, so the origin of the silver bell grass is explained.

"I'm afraid they have other thoughts about me."

After going around in a circle, Peng Yu came to a dense forest.

Seeing no one around, he walked to a tree stump.

"That's it."

Peng Yu formed a seal with his hands and activated the "Miluo Mahamudra".

Miluo Mahamudra is the supreme secret of Miluo Sect. Thirty-three sets of seals are combined into one, which can fight against the God Emperor and the Heavenly Lord.

At present, Nie Jingyuan has only learned three hand seals. Although Peng Yu is extremely talented, he has only learned the first "Opening Heaven Seal".

Qiankun's immortal energy was injected into his hands, and with the activation of the seal, Peng Yu left a spatial mark on the tree stump.

A sunken palm print appeared on the tree stump, and this mark was connected to his mind. Even if Peng Yu walked into Yulin City, he could move back to the tree stump with a snap of his fingers.

"Unfortunately, my spatial imprint can only be kept for three days."

Don't talk about him, because Nie Jingyuan's cultivation is not good enough, the brand can only last a little longer. Similar to the Spirit Emperor's method of burning a permanent brand and teleporting to the ends of the world, their master and disciple still have to learn.

"But it should be fine once my ring is restored."

His eyes fell on Kun Sanjie, the space of the ring was surging with Yuanshi Qi, and the black jade seal was about to be repaired under the dual stimulation of Yuanshi Daoqi and Qiankun Daoqi.

At present, it can be seen that this is a seal wrapped around nine dragons, with four Taoist inscriptions "Heaven and Earth are infinite" engraved on the bottom.

At present, only the last corner has not been restored.

"According to Master Nie, this seal is blessed with the 'Eternal Immortal Spirit Spell'. Using this seal to seal is equivalent to a permanent space mark, and I don't know how much time it saves."

Setting up a covering spell around the tree stump, Peng Yu walked toward Yulin City.

However, he did not go in directly, but sat at a tea stall outside the city to collect information.

The tea stall is very simple, with eight tables under the big shed. Currently, Peng Yu occupies one table, and the other seven tables are full of people.

Peng Yu observed the crowd. There were about twenty people crowded at three tables, discussing the meeting to attract immortals in five days.

At the Immortal Induction Conference, the only way for the refugees outside Yulin City to join Yulin City is to cultivate to the foundation-building realm and become the guardian monk of Yulin City.

The other four tea tables are all businessmen who came from Yunzhong City to do business.

Yulin City is not only an autonomous mountain city, but also a transit station for trade with the cities in Yunzhong.

Nowadays, almost all the mountain cities have been included in the Tiandu, and Peng Yu cannot see the grand scene of the past. A few years earlier, monks from mountain cities in various places would also trade with monks from Yulin City and Yunzhong Fairy City.

Peng Yu ordered a pot of tea and drank it slowly.

"What rubbish tea." He couldn't help but vomit after taking the first sip.

After living a pampered life for several years, he was no longer used to drinking low-quality tea from other places. Not to mention the harsh environment in Taiwei Realm, the tea industry was already in its enlightenment stage.

He shook his head: "Yulin City is not a blessed place after all. Those blessed places still have some spiritual tea to drink, but here...hey!"

Suddenly, there was a cold feeling behind Peng Yu. The noise of everyone present was suppressed by a sword intent.

The green lotus bloomed in the void, and the lotus leaves were like sharp blades slashing towards Peng Yu's neck...

Peng Yu looked calm, holding the teacup in his hand and lowered his head to take another sip.

When the Qinglian sword energy attacks, an invisible barrier blocks it and spontaneously destroys the sword energy.

"Friend, there is no grievance or enmity. You just come up with a killing move. Isn't that too much?"

Peng Yu turned his head, smiled, and was about to say hello when he suddenly saw a young man in green robe.

He was stunned for a moment, vaguely feeling that the young man's appearance looked familiar.

Sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, with sharp edges and corners, are the same style as Zhuan Yang's, but his facial features are more delicate than Zhuan Yang's. His figure is slightly thinner, a head shorter than Zhuan Yang's.

He held a sword in his right hand and stared at himself with the eyes of an enemy.

That sword looks familiar, it seems to be the yellow sword from the General Tomb.
To be continued...
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