After leaving the Honghuang Mountain, Fu Zhihong went straight to Baizhou.

After Princess Bai Meng was promoted to the God-turned-incarnation, Baizhou repaired 172 teleportation arrays. In just over two years, Baizhou became a transit station for other prefectures and counties. There were so many monks who were teleported to Baizhou every day.

Baizhou is no longer the strange city that can only enter but not exit before. In addition, Princess Bai Meng, a god-transforming monk, was in charge. After a war, the monks who had their family destroyed and their families chose to live and work in Baizhou.

Baizhou was very lively day and night.

"Buzz~"

A halo flashed by.

In a long-distance teleportation array, eight figures staggered in the Mangbai Hall, and Fu Zhihong was also among them. With a wave of the whisk in the hand of the monk in charge of teleportation in the hall, the teleportation token in the hands of the eight people turned into a ray of light and fell into the other party's sleeve.

"Baizhou City has arrived, please give me some advice."

The teleportation elder put away the whisk and closed his eyes and meditated again.

Fu Zhihong bowed and after leaving Mangbai Hall, he saw a teleportation hall of different shapes surrounded by people around the left and right. People in the hall were very lively. Most of the monks were Jindan monks, and old monsters in the Nascent Soul appeared from time to time, but they were all in a hurry and did not stop for too long.

Step out of the gate of the teleportation hall group.

The buzzing noise suddenly came into my ears.

The lively scene of Lane 182 of Jiuji Street suddenly came into view.

Fu Zhihong was quite shocked.

"It seems that our Fu family also has to find a way to buy a shop in Baizhou City."

With such a intensive flow of people, whether it is collecting intelligence or purchasing and selling materials, it is undoubtedly a commercial center.

Fu Zhihong walked down the ladder.

Immediately, three or five gangs came to meet him.

One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one:

"Senior, do you want to stay in a hotel or purchase medicinal materials, no matter what you are..."

"Senior, I am the library that walks in Baizhou City. There are 18,000 stores in Baizhou City. What is the origin of the store? I have treasured the treasures in the store, as long as......"

"senior......"

Noisy.

Fu Zhihong heard one head and two big ones.

His eyes fell on a thin figure who was squeezed behind the crowd and said:

"You come and be my one-day guide."

The others turned around and saw that the tomboy had gotten a bargain, so they didn't say anything so bad. They turned around and greeted the other guests. The tomboy walked to Fu Zhihong with a little flattered look and said happily: "Senior, my little name is Changle, I am happy to serve you."

Tomboy Changle has a sick look on his face.

It's obvious that he is suffering from serious illness.

She quickly found a scroll from her sleeve and handed it to Fu Zhihong:

"Senior, this is the distribution map of Lane 182 of Jiushen Street, Baizhou City. Are you passing by and staying for a night or wanting to purchase something? Changle will definitely help you."

The topographic map of Baizhou was depicted by Changle.

Every street, alley and every shop above is marked with dense notes.

Fu Zhihong glanced at it.

There is no palace of Princess Qilian in the topographic map.

He frowned, put the topographic map into his sleeve, flipped his right hand, and ten spirit stones appeared and threw them to Changle:

"Do you know how to get to Princess Qilian's Mansion?"

As soon as this statement comes out.

Changle was stunned for a moment.

She looked up and glanced at Fu Zhihong with courage and said truthfully:

"Senior, Princess Bai Meng's descendants all live in Futian Palace. If you want to enter Futian Palace, you can only recommend it through the city lord. As for where Futian Palace is, only the city lord knows."

"Thank you"

Fu Zhihong threw ten spirit stones to Changle and strides towards Changming Street. The city lord's mansion was at the end of Changming Street, and a hundred feet high city wall was built around it. A fortress was set up a hundred steps above the city wall, and sixteen Jindan guards were guarding it at the gate.

Unlike other streets and alleys, there are crowds of people.

The city gate is sparsely populated.

Only sixteen Jindan guards were stationed motionlessly on both sides of the city gate.

"Who is coming?"

Fu Zhihong just stepped forward.

The guard immediately took a step forward and stopped the person in unison.

The auras of the sixteen Golden Pills in the late stage are superimposed together, and the spiritual pressure is overwhelming.

"Fifth-rank Fu family of Mangzhou, Fu Zhihong, please see the city lord."

Fu Zhihong showed off the Phoenix waist card.

After taking it, a guard threw it to the fantasy realm at the gate of the city. A misty white light lit up in the fantasy realm. A red light fell on the phoenix waist card. The waist card trembled slightly. As the red light disappeared, the phoenix waist card fell back into Fu Zhihong's hand.

The guard took a step back:

"Fellow Daoist Fu, walk straight into the city for a mile before turning left, and wait at the Inquiry Hall."

The words are over.

Another red light fell on Fu Zhihong in the fantasy realm above the city gate. He scanned it from head to toe, and then a corner gate of the city gate creaked and opened.

Fu Zhihong put away the phoenix waist sign and entered through the corner gate. The whole city lord's mansion was quiet. Only guards could be seen in various halls, but few passers-by were seen. When Fu Zhihong followed the guard's instructions to the Hall of Inquiry, a gatekeeper handed him a wooden sign, which was displayed on the wooden sign.

Then another servant took him through the long corridor and entered a small courtyard with the words "Shuanggui" written on it:

"Fellow Daoist Fu, you are waiting in the yard. When it is your turn, someone will come to guide you."

Enter the courtyard.

In an instant, a formation light curtain rose, but it was a magic array that was isolated from spiritual consciousness.

The servant was waiting outside the yard with his eyes, nose and heart.

Take a closer look.

The entire city lord's mansion has laid out thousands of such small courtyards.

Through the 18th floor courtyard, in a lobby deep in the mansion, hundreds of Jindan monks were waiting neatly below, waiting for the sound of footsteps outside, and they all scattered to both sides in an orderly manner: "Master Lord."

A man with a scarred man in black robe slowly walked out of the door.

If Fu Shiyi was here, he would have recognized this person at first sight. This person was Feng Yu, who was inseparable from the Seventh Prince.

Feng Yu leaned lazily on the Taishi chair forged by Kuixiang Wood.

A young girl stood on each side of him, but each young girl's cultivation was in the realm of a fake baby. Miaoyin on the left said, "The meeting begins now, please report to everyone, all the officials."

The city lord's palace is changed every fifty years.

The current city lord meets the manager every three years, which is a good opportunity for each manager to sharpen his head and seek credit in front of the city lord's mansion.

One by one.

Take out a long jade slip and start reading your achievements.

Feng Yu, the head of the city lord, was drowsy when he heard this. He couldn't get any interest in the whole process. He just waved his hand to signal Miaoyin and Miaowu to deal with it. The whole meeting was long and dull. By the time the foreign affairs officer was over, Feng Yu was obviously in a state of meditation.

The Foreign Minister reported on the four-colored thunder catastrophe on the prehistoric mountains of Mangzhou.

Finally.

Slowly said:
Chapter completed!