There are always people who just pass by each other in such a bustling manner, or exchange a few words with each other, and then turn around and disappear into the rolling dust.

Xu Changsheng and Lu Jiejiu are exactly such people.

I don’t know if Lu Jiejiu will still be able to remember Xu Changsheng, who set up a stall with him for two nights in Fangshi, Shuihuo Town, after decades.

I'm afraid, most likely it won't be possible.

Without the talisman on him, Xu Changsheng did not go to set up a stall anymore, but turned around and went to the wine shop that night.

But this time I didn’t bother to search and ordered a pot of ordinary wine.

Instead, he was extremely generous and spent a white water coin on a pot of medicinal wine. The name of the wine was - quit drinking in vain.

Perhaps it was because the shopkeeper introduced him that night that this medicinal wine had the effect of promoting blood circulation, and Xu Changsheng happened to suffer some minor injuries tonight.

Or maybe it's because of the word "quit drinking".

In short, Xu Changsheng ordered a pot of "waste wine" and sat back in the corner where he was that night.

In fact, the main purpose of coming here is to know some things about the eye of the storm. After all, when we were still at the entrance, we heard that another person had died.

I don't even know anyone in this water and fire town, so I have no place to receive news.

If the ship capsizes because of poor information, it will be a huge loss.

And wine shops are often the most well-informed places.

This is what the shopkeeper of the town told him back then. Whenever there is any trouble in the town, he may not be the first to know about it, but he must be among the first to know about it.

After half of the medicinal wine in Xu Changsheng's hand was filled, the wine shop was finally filled with people.

Various sounds were mixed together, and the boy with the sword stopped drinking. Instead, he concentrated on listening and started listening.

"Hey, have you heard that Meng Jingye of Shuiling Gate also captured a high-grade wind spirit from the inner circle today!"

"I heard that he is the direct descendant of Shui Ling Sect's Patriarch Hall? He seems to have reached the pinnacle of transformation."

"Yes, it is said that you are only one step away from becoming a metaphysic."

Suddenly there was another high-pitched voice.

"Don't you think there are too many high-grade Sylphs? One came out a few days ago, and another one came out today."

"This fellow Taoist doesn't seem to be very well informed."

The person who spoke earlier turned around and shouted: "Am I not well-informed? Do you look down on my title as 'The Bai Xiaosheng of Shuihuo Town'?!"

A man on the side said calmly: "Today, a high-grade wind essence came out from the Huoling Gate."

The shouting man also lowered his head, unable to raise his head again.

"This...this top-grade Sylph is nothing but cabbage. I will definitely go there again tomorrow, maybe I can get that shit luck too!"

All of a sudden, everyone in the restaurant was clamoring to go to the eye of the storm.

I don't know who said, "Do you know how many people died in the eye of the storm today?"

The wine shop was instantly silent again.

The man continued: "According to the statistics I received from a group of friends, the strange wind appeared again today, and one person in the middle stage of mortal transformation, two in the early stage of transformation, four in the Qi training stage and three bronze-skin realm warriors died.

There is also a disciple of the Fire Spirit Sect who is in the late stage of metamorphosis. Because he encountered a strange wind, he forcibly performed Taoist magic, which shattered the spirit lake and became a cripple."

The restaurant became quieter and quieter. After a long time, people finished digesting the news and began to chat in low voices.

No longer as high-spirited as when I said I wanted to go to the eye of the storm.

Xu Changsheng also knew that people had died, but he didn't expect so many to die. This was just counted by this monk alone, and there might actually be more.

Fortunately, I didn't encounter that strange wind, no

However, the results are still two-fold.

I don't know if I can meet him.

Thinking of this, Xu Changsheng almost gave himself a slap in the face.

My mind is thinking about everything.

but.

I still have to go tomorrow. I found such a good place to practice, but I don’t go to practice. How can this happen? I can’t forgive myself.

After that, everyone was talking about whether or not to go to the eye of the storm. I wanted to go but was afraid of death. If I didn’t go, I was reluctant to part with the white water coins. I was extremely confused for a while.

While drinking, Xu Changsheng also heard someone say, "Today I saw a bronze-skin warrior catch a middle-grade wind spirit. When did even the middle-grade ones come to the periphery?"

It seems that most of them are talking about themselves.

In the middle of the night, Xu Changsheng heard someone say that the direct descendant of the famous Ancestral Hall of Lingxu Sect was kicked out of the Ancestral Hall. This matter seemed to be causing quite a stir in the entire Yunxin Continent.

Xu Changsheng had also read about this Lingxu Mountain in the book. It is one of the four top sects in Yunxin Continent, and there is also a place where the old gods of the Ascension Realm sit in the sect.

I didn’t expect that someone could be kicked out of the Patriarch Hall in a place like this. Moreover, he is the direct descendant of the Patriarch Hall.

As for what is the direct descendant of the Patriarch Hall, that is the foundation of each sect. Often, you don’t need to look at the high-level combat power of a sect to see how strong it is. You can tell by looking at the direct descendant of that sect’s Patriarch Hall.

But I can only listen to this matter, after all, compared with myself, others are in the sky and on the earth.

At dawn, Xu Changsheng also dispersed with the crowd.

However, after going out, there were obviously fewer people heading north.

When we arrived at the entrance, we only waited for less than a cup of tea before entering the eye of the storm.

After entering, Xu Changsheng also walked directly towards the mountain col.

As soon as he stepped into the light door, Xu Changsheng felt that the wind was much stronger. If the wind at the entrance yesterday was like dripping water, today it is like a bowl of tea.

Several people looked struggling and hesitant after coming in. After some thinking, they still stepped out of the light door.

Just think of throwing this white water coin away today.

After all, no matter how much money you make, you have to spend it with your life.

Xu Changsheng didn't think much about it. The fist appeared on his body, rushed into the wind and sand, and disappeared.

Along the way, the wind and sand were blowing violently, and the flying sand and rocks made Xu Changsheng's walk extremely difficult. Although the risk was high, the rewards were also rich. Before reaching the mountain col, three low-grade wind essences were already lying safely in the mustard.

But when I walked near the entrance of the mountain col, I heard some fighting sounds.

Xu Changsheng couldn't help but slow down, clenched his fists, and walked cautiously towards it.

What caught his eye was a one-eyed monk in the middle stage of metamorphosis. He was still wearing the clothes of the Shui Ling Sect. He was using magic spells in his hands and waving his magic whip to capture a middle-grade wind spirit.

It turned out to be another middle-grade spirit!

Xu Changsheng also felt a little regretful as to why he couldn't come earlier. If he had come earlier, this Sylph would definitely be his again.

The one-eyed monk also discovered Xu Changsheng, and was suddenly startled. The magic on his body was dim, and he was almost cut by the strong wind.

After all, it is not physical cultivation. If this cultivation method is broken here, if the defensive technique is broken, it will be torn apart by the strong wind in a short time.

Not to mention someone like Xu Changsheng, who still seemed fine with blood flowing all over his body.

What's more, the wind in this mountain col is many times stronger than outside, whether it is maintaining defensive spells or capturing the wind spirit.

The spiritual energy in the one-eyed monk's spiritual lake is depleted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Now seeing Xu Changsheng watching from the side, Hu Zhixin

I was so anxious that I wanted to take the wind spirit back into the mustard immediately. Who knew if Xu Changsheng would take action after a long delay? You must know that there are quite a few people who disappear inexplicably every day in the eye of the storm.

The wind spirit moved left and right, giving him no chance at all.

In desperation, Hu Zhi forcibly split the magic whip into two parts and roared towards the wind spirit.

The spiritual energy in the spirit lake bottomed out instantly, and even the magic shield could not be maintained, and it dimmed instantly. Hu Zhi was shocked and turned pale, and quickly rushed out of the mountain col, while shouting to Xu Changsheng, "Fellow Taoist, save me!"

Xu Changsheng couldn't bear to watch him being ravaged by the strong wind, so he came to his side in one step, picked up his collar, threw him out of the col, and then turned around and rushed towards the wind spirit.

Hu Zhi, who was outside the mountain col, quickly swallowed a few recovery pills, summoned the magic shield again, looked at the wind spirit, and then at the clothes of an inner disciple of Shui Ling Sect, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

Naturally, a middle-grade wind spirit could not escape from Xu Changsheng's palm, so he used the power of the wind to capture the wind spirit with several "mud cows entering the sea" moves.

Within a moment, the wind essence was struggling in his hand.

Xu Changsheng also smiled slightly when he saw it, and was about to take the mustard thing back.

A voice came from behind.

"Fellow Taoist, thank you for capturing this wind spirit for me."

Xu Changsheng looked back and saw that it was the one-eyed monk just now. He pinched the spell in his hand and a suction force appeared out of thin air, trying to absorb the wind essence.

Xu Changsheng immediately put it into the mustard.

"You! This is the wind spirit that I discovered first. It would be too overbearing for fellow Taoist fellow Taoist to pocket it directly."

Xu Changsheng sneered: "How come it's yours and not caught by you, but in my hands?"

"You saw me struggling, so you hurt me and took this Sylph by force because of evil intentions!" The one-eyed man obviously had something in mind, and was not surprised at all by Xu Changsheng's question, so he blurted out.

Xu Changqi was so anxious that he saved his life and didn't keep accounts, but came back to rake him up. How is this different from that of Taoist Zhou?
To be continued...