"Saint, is this Anqing City? What a magnificent city!"
The tall man was wearing a short shirt and looked at Anqing City in the distance with shock on his face.
The girl he called a saint looked calmly at An Qingcheng in the distance through her beautiful eyes through the gauze of her bamboo hat, her lips parted slightly.
"Atu, when we follow the people from Lingwu Valley here this time, we must not reveal our identity. You should also stop calling me Saint, lest someone with intentions discover you."
A'tu scratched her bald head and asked doubtfully: "Then how should I call the saint?"
"Well..." The girl tilted her head and thought for a moment, "Just call me Miss."
At this time, the breeze blew by, lifting a corner of the tulle of the bamboo hat, revealing the girl's peerless face. If Wang Tiezhu were here, he would definitely recognize it.
This girl is none other than the Lingyu clan member he met in Yunshui City, Mo Xiqing!
Mo Xiqing dropped the gauze blown by the wind again, and walked towards Anqing City with Atu.
"Miss Holy..., when will the elder come? With the strength of the two of us, we shouldn't be able to kill that bastard from the Spirit Witch Valley, right?"
Mo Xiqing's silver bell-like voice sounded again.
"I have already sent a message to the elder. He has already brought people here. I believe he will be able to arrive here in less than three days. Before that, we only need to keep an eye on that person and there is no need to take action."
"Great! I hope the elder will bring someone here soon, I can't wait to tear that bastard to pieces!"
Looking at Atu who was angry at the side, Mo Xiqing looked calm.
Half a month ago, a big incident suddenly broke out in Yunshui City.
Thirty-five high-level monks in Lingwu Valley were all assassinated. Next to their bodies were the same items, which were wooden plaques engraved with the Holy Cult of Lingyu.
At this point, a mysterious force, the "Lingyu Holy Sect", appeared in the Xuantian cultivation world's sight.
Except for Lingwu Valley, no one may know where this so-called Lingyu Holy Sect came from and why it attacked Lingwu Valley. They only know that after the big incident in Yunshui City broke out, Lingyu Holy Sect came again.
Disappeared, as if he had never appeared.
The instigator of that assassination incident, the daughter of the original leader of the Lingyu Clan and now the Saint of the Holy Cult of Lingyu, Mo Xiqing, traced the clues obtained from the thirty-five people to a person from Lingwu Valley.
Elder.
Then he followed the elder and came to the largest cultivator city in Dongzhou, Anqing City.
Mo Xiqing secretly recalled the information about the person they were following.
This shaman chariot was extremely vigilant, and went deep into every place he went, so they didn't gain much information. They only knew some basic information about him.
She is only in the Xuanyang realm now. Even if Atu from the Extreme Yang realm and the Abi Demon Sword are added, she may not be a match for Wu Che. The safest way is to wait for reinforcements to arrive.
Not long after Mo Xiqing and the others left Liuyunzhou, a well-dressed and handsome young man stepped off the boat. He shook the folding fan in his hand and looked at the magnificent Anqing City in the distance.
"Hey, the largest cultivator city in Dongzhou is nothing more than this..."
He smiled contemptuously, and suddenly his facial muscles twitched unconsciously, and a trace of blood escaped.
"hateful!"
The smile on his face disappeared, he frowned, his facial expression returned to normal, and the trace of blood was sucked into his mouth again.
"I'm not very good at controlling this body yet. I have to find a place to practice it first, so as not to be noticed by others..."
A smile appeared on your face again, and you walked lazily towards An Qingcheng.
Wang Tiezhu didn't know anything about what happened inside and outside Anqing City. At this moment, he had become an emotionless alchemy machine, refining pills day and night.
With the blessing of Taixuan Hunyuan Gong, his spiritual power continues to flow in. As long as he does not consume all his spiritual power in a short period of time, he does not need to spend extra time to restore his spiritual power, and the powerful power of the soul is even more powerful.
It can support him to carry out uninterrupted refining work.
Now, the entire alchemy room is filled with densely packed jade bottles, filled with all kinds of elixirs.
"call……"
After putting the last batch of elixirs into bottles, Wang Tiezhu breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at the elixirs in the room with a smile on his lips.
"I didn't expect that high-intensity alchemy can actually enhance the power of spiritual consciousness. Although the increase is not much each time, the effect is very impressive when accumulated little by little!"
After stretching, he turned to look at Shi Lu.
In the process of refining the elixir, the dregs formed after each failed refining were swallowed up by Shi Lu, and then turned into various unknown elixirs and spit out.
Now Wang Tiezhu has accumulated a full bottle and is going to take a piece to senior Danyangzi for identification.
However, as the number of transformations of Shi Lu increased, he found that the amount of medicine residue it swallowed each time and the time required for transformation were also slowly increasing.
Correspondingly, the breath of the elixir spit out by it is getting stronger and stronger, as if it is also making continuous progress.
"It seems I will have to feed you more often in the future..."
Wang Tiezhu picked up the stone carving of Shi Lu and stuffed it into the virtual world. Then he put away the jade bottles in the room and opened the door of the alchemy room.
"Ah! This dazzling sunshine!"
Feeling the fresh air outside the house, Wang Tiezhu had a smile on his face.
Humming a small tune, Wang Tiezhu walked out of Ye Mansion and walked towards the east.
After leaving the area of Ye Mansion, the number of people on the street suddenly increased, and it began to feel crowded.
"Sure enough, the influence of the Nebula Auction is too great. So many foreign monks have poured into Anqing City. No wonder Anqing City's defense force is not enough, and people need to be borrowed from the Ye Mansion..."
Looking at the crowded street in front of him, Wang Tiezhu shook his head. He liked the excitement, but he didn't like crowds, so he turned around and walked towards the small alley on one side.
"Although I have never walked this road, as long as you head east, you can always reach Chengdongfang City!"
As he thought like this, his figure gradually disappeared into the deserted alley.
Walking alone in the narrow but empty alley, Wang Tiezhu felt very comfortable.
"Isn't this a hundred times more comfortable than the road where people care about each other?"
At this moment, a touch of blood mixed with the slightly moist air poured into his nasal cavity.
Upon smelling this smell, Wang Tiezhu's expression changed and he immediately rushed towards the direction where the blood gas was coming from.
"The smell of human blood?! Who is so bold as to kill people in Anqing City?!"
