Seeing Qin Lang's disappearing figure, Xu Binghua's pupils shrank slightly. Isn't this too fast?
With his strength in the middle stage of distraction, he could not disappear without a trace in an instant, but at this time Qin Lang seemed to have really disappeared. Even if Xu Binghua used his spiritual sense to feel it, he still could not feel Qin Lang's existence.
"Could it be that this guy has special hidden abilities?"
"It's no wonder that you are a little arrogant. With such ability, you can indeed walk alone in the world of practice, but you must not meet people with strong abilities. If you meet someone with a much stronger strength, even if there are
No reply!"
Xu Binghua snorted coldly. He felt that Qin Lang's strength should not be as good as his. If he didn't use his speed to escape and then use his stealth ability to hide, Qin Lang would definitely not be his opponent.
"Let's go, I'll escort you back to the city!"
Xu Binghua stopped thinking about Qin Lang and led everyone towards Qingquan City.
Qin Lang was not far away from Qingquan City at this time.
The entire Qingquan City is huge, with a radius of hundreds of thousands of kilometers. Outside the city wall, a layer of foggy light envelopes the entire city.
"This is the city defense formation set up by the Lord God!"
Qin Lang felt the divine will from the city defense formation and knew the role of this formation.
It seems that ordinary monks cannot fly into the formation at all. Once they fly, they will touch the bottom line of the Divine Lord and will most likely be killed by this city-protecting formation.
A powerful god-level expert can fly in, but that would be tantamount to provoking the god-lord of Qingquan City, and would naturally lead to an unnecessary battle.
Therefore, it is not very necessary. Most powerful divine kings are not willing to fly into other people's territory.
Qin Lang was naturally not arrogant enough to fly directly into the opponent's territory. He simply dropped his soul and walked in.
Entering Qingquan City, Qin Lang knew why the Chen brothers and sisters said that Qingquan City was the largest city nearby.
In the entire Qingquan City, everyone is busy. People and cars are coming and going on the streets. There are stalls selling things on the roadside, and brothels and restaurants. It is so noisy that it is not too lively.
The street in the middle is tens of meters wide, enough for dozens of carriages to pass. The buildings on both sides are thousands of feet high, like towers of Babel. It is unknown how many people live inside.
Moreover, there are ordinary people and many cultivators among these people, and they live in harmony and stability, which shows that the Lord of the City is also a very capable person in management.
Over the big city, from time to time there will be meteor-like lights flashing past, and occasionally there will be huge carriers carrying people floating past.
But none of these monks entered the city, they were probably just passing by.
On the other hand, many ordinary people in the city would occasionally express a few words of emotion.
"When I can practice cultivation one day, I can fly directly from one city to another like them."
Someone said bitterly.
"Haha, you are the only ordinary person without spiritual roots who still wants to practice cultivation, so stop dreaming about Spring and Autumn Period."
People on the side laughed.
"Tsk, maybe one day I will meet the God of Medicine and give me a medicine, and I will have the spiritual roots to practice?"
"Come on, what kind of identity is the Medicine God, that he would like you?"
"Last time, the God of Medicine fell in love with a little girl and gave her a spiritual pill. As a result, the girl had the spiritual root to practice. It is said that she is now practicing in the city lord's mansion."
"You also said that she is a little girl, and it is said that the little girl has a different bloodline. Once it is stimulated, she will practice very fast. You are a rough old man, stop dreaming here!"
"Tch, you know nothing! You always have to have dreams, what if they come true?"
The two people were jostling each other, and it seemed that no one wanted to give in to the other.
Qin Lang glanced at the two people arguing behind the stall. One of them was wearing an ordinary rag shirt, cloth shoes, and his toes were exposed, just like a beggar.
The other one is a stall owner, and his clothes are much better, but he can only be said to be better, because he is just a stall owner selling snacks.
I don’t know if the snacks he sells are particularly delicious. Several tables at the stall were full of people, so the guy in the rag shirt could only squat aside, holding a bowl of hot food.
Pulling it towards the mouth.
Qin Lang glanced at the guy in ragged clothes with a smile, walked over and asked, "What are you eating?"
"Simmered pancakes! Although this son of a bitch has a sharp mouth, the stewed pancakes he makes are extremely delicious. Even the city lord came here to eat his stewed pancakes."
The guy in ragged clothes glanced at Qin Lang and originally had no intention of talking to Qin Lang, but he hesitated and answered Qin Lang's words.
"Oh? Even the city lord has eaten it? Give me a piece to try too!"
Qin Lang raised his hand to greet the stall owner.
He himself is a foodie, and practicing in the void is boring to the extreme. When he arrived at Qingquan City, he also wanted to eat and drink something different. I heard that even the city lord came to see bowls of strange-looking simmered pancakes.
After eating, Qin Lang was very curious and simply asked for a bowl.
The stall owner raised his hand and picked up a bowl of simmered cakes and handed it to Qin Lang, then stretched out his hand and said: "A bowl of five hundred spirit stones."
Qin Lang was so shocked that he almost swallowed his tongue. Damn, just a bowl of so-called simmered cakes and five hundred spirit stones. This guy is quite expensive.
However, Qin Lang didn't care about this spiritual stone. Just as he was about to take it out, he heard the poor man on the side say: "I say, Fatty Chen, you can't just rely on the fact that you are a member of the Chen family, and then you, the Lord of the City of Simmered Pancakes, have also eaten it.
Why don't you just raise the price on the spot? Why sell it to someone else for only 500 gold coins, but when it comes to him, it's 500 spirit stones?"
Fatty Chen rolled his eyes strangely: "Shut up, you damn fool. If you keep talking nonsense, you won't come to this street anymore, and I won't sell you any braised cakes."
Fatty Chen has been doing business for many years, and he meets countless monks every year. Whether the person is coming to Qingquan City for the first time, is an old man, a cultivator, or an ordinary person, Fatty Chen can tell at a glance.
Qin Lang clearly looks like a country bumpkin who has just entered the city from outside. You can tell by the curious look on his face that he has never been here before.
People like this are treated as tourists and slaughtered.
Moreover, Fatty Chen saw that Qin Lang was dressed in black and had a good temperament. He should be a practitioner from some big family.
This kind of person is often the most shady, because they don't bargain, and three hundred and five hundred spirit stones are just easy for them to get, and generally few people care about them.
Seeing that Qin Lang didn't react when he heard the five hundred spirit stones, Fatty Chen knew that he had made the right bet.
But I didn't expect that this damn tramp would play justice and dare to spare his good deeds. Seeing that he got the five hundred spirit stones, he didn't expect that he would be beaten at the last moment.
After Qin Lang heard the homeless man's reminder, he glanced at Fatty Chen: "Are you hacking me?"
Fatty Chen smiled awkwardly: "It doesn't matter whether it's black or not, it's just this price."
Qin Lang sneered: "Aren't you afraid that I will overturn your business?"
Fatty Chen chuckled: "I'm afraid you still don't know my last name and which family I belong to, right?"
Qin Lang lowered his eyebrows and said, "Your surname is Chen, so naturally you belong to the Chen family."
"Haha, it's good that you know. I also tell you that the Chen family is the largest family in our Qingquan City. If you dare to knock down my stall, the Chen family will tear you into pieces and use them as my fire sticks.
"
Fatty Chen chuckled and said confidently.
"Okay, very good! Very good!"
Qin Lang was also angry at Fatty Chen. An ordinary person dared to be so presumptuous just because he belonged to the Chen family. It seemed that the Chen family was indeed the tyrant in Qingquan City!
After Qin Lang said "good" three times in a row, he raised his hand and grabbed the bowl of simmered pancakes. He ate it in three mouthfuls, then tasted it slowly before nodding: "The craftsmanship is good, but the person is a bit lacking."
Fatty Chen stared at Qin Lang. He originally thought that Qin Lang had compromised and had to give the spirit stone after eating, but he didn't expect Qin Lang to say such a thing.
"Stop talking nonsense and pay the money quickly."
Fatty Chen stretched out his hand like a rogue.
Qin Lang chuckled: "Did I say I would give you money?"
"I'm Ci'ao, do you want to eat the King's meal?"
Fatty Chen never expected that Qin Lang would eat the King's meal so confidently, and his tone seemed to be natural.
Qin Lang laughed loudly: "Yes, I will eat the Overlord meal."
"You...my Chen family! Someone is coming!"
Fatty Chen's stomach shook with anger. As soon as he shouted, two monks in the out-of-body stage stood up from the stall and looked at Qin Lang coldly. (To be continued)