"Guys, please leave quickly, City Lord Zhang will not let you go!"
Anxious and panicked voices came from behind them.
Ye Bai was a little surprised and raised his eyebrows. He turned around and saw that the restaurant owner did not dare to come over. Instead, he looked at them in fear.
Zhang Wen said with a smile: "Don't worry, shopkeeper. If the Lord of Baicheng is not convinced, I will kill him by the way."
The restaurant owner was dumbfounded, and then he stamped his feet and said impatiently: "Young Master, that City Lord Zhang is a legendary immortal. Please don't cause trouble. You can't afford to offend him. Leave quickly. Leave now."
Maybe you can still get away."
Ye Bai smiled lightly and said, "Thanks for the reminder."
Regardless of whether this shopkeeper was doing it for his shop or really related to him and others, Ye Bai felt grateful in his heart.
Master Shuiyue's face was dull, but his eyes looked deeply at Ye Bai, and then he said: "Let's go."
The group of people then walked towards the city gate.
Not long after the seven people left Baicheng, a spiritual light flashed across Baicheng.
"Yan'er!"
The roar spread throughout Baicheng, and a moment later, at the door of the inn where Ye Bai and others lived, an old man with silver hair and a brocade robe was holding Zhang Ziyan's body, looking extremely painful and angry!
The innkeeper had already closed the door tightly, hiding inside and not daring to come out.
"Yan'er, daddy is late. No matter who kills you, I will cut his body into thousands of pieces and bury him with you. Not only him, but also his family and anyone who has anything to do with it!"
The silver-haired old man had a murderous intent on his face, and he gritted his teeth and said this word for word.
Holding Zhang Ziyan's body in his arms, he rose into the air and headed towards the city lord's palace.
As soon as he left, people who had been hiding around and didn't dare to come out began to come out one after another.
"Those people are dead."
"Kill the young city lord. The city lord only has such a son. He is usually so precious, so how can he let them go?"
"Hey, actually I think those people are quite decent, but it's a pity..."
"Shh, you are tired of living, how dare you say such a thing?"
The residents of Baicheng were talking a lot, but their words were full of sympathy for Ye Bai and the others.
After about a cup of tea, a spiritual light rose into the sky above Baicheng and headed out of Baicheng.
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After Ye Bai and his party left Baicheng, Shuiyue Zhenren had no intention of summoning the flying boat and moved forward. Instead, he kept walking forward unhurriedly.
Zhang Wen was a little strange, thinking, wasn't this someone deliberately seeking revenge?
But he was just an ordinary disciple, so he naturally didn't dare to say anything at this moment.
However, Ye Bai vaguely knew what Master Shuiyue was thinking, so he was not surprised and followed calmly.
Several of them were monks, and they walked not only briskly, but also not tired. On the contrary, they felt that being able to walk like this for a long time was actually exercising their cultivation.
Especially for Zhang Wen and others, their strength is not very high. If they want to keep up with Ye Bai and others, they must have the support of real energy and keep consuming it. After supplementing, their real energy has already been strengthened.
It has grown a lot unconsciously, but it is difficult to notice unless you deliberately feel it.
Of course, for Ye Bai and Su Xue, this method is of little use. At the very least, their cultivation has almost reached the peak of the Yuan Condensation realm.
Throughout the day, after Ye Bai and others left Baicheng, they followed Shuiyue Zhenren into the avenue between the mountains, and walked all the way forward.
Night fell slowly, and what surprised Ye Bai and others was that no one was seeking revenge throughout the whole day.
You must know that if a foundation-building monk does not hesitate to waste his spiritual power, he can certainly catch up with them. After all, once his cultivation reaches the foundation-building realm, he can already fly with a sword.
"Uncle Master, there is a mountain temple ahead, how about we rest here today."
In the evening, Ye Bai and others climbed to the top of a mountain. On the top of the mountain, there stood a dilapidated mountain temple.
However, Zhang Wen and others were so tired that their chests were pressed against their backs and they were panting. But Master Shuiyue didn't say stop, so of course they didn't dare to stop just like that.
Hearing Ye Bai's words at this moment, Zhang and Wen were overjoyed and looked at Ye Bai gratefully.
Master Shuiyue glanced at him and said, "Then let's stay."
"Thank you, uncle!"
Zhang Wen and others were surprised and happy, but they couldn't care less. They sat down on the ground, wiped their sweat, and panted heavily. They seemed to be exhausted to the point of exhaustion.
Ye Bai looked as usual and said, "Get up and tidy up, and find a pile of firewood."
"Senior Brother, please let us rest. It has been so long and we are almost too tired to walk."
Zhang Wen said with a bitter face and flatteringly.
Su Xue pursed her lips and smiled, and said: "Who told you not to practice well? If your strength can reach the fifth level of Yuan Condensation or above, this journey is nothing."
Zhang Wen smiled coquettishly and said: "Senior Sister Su, you can't compare us with you. Our talents are mediocre, but you are a genius, let alone Senior Brother Ye, who is a pervert. Even if you beat us to death, we can't catch up."
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"Who are you calling a pervert?"
Ye Bai glared and said with a smile: "It seems you don't want to rest, right? Stand up and go to work!"
"Senior Brother Ye, why am I wrong? I'm a pervert, I'm a pervert!" Zhang Wen was dumbfounded.
"It's late, go quickly."
Ye Bai turned his head and walked towards the mountain temple, with a faint smile in his voice.
The remaining three disciples immediately looked at Zhang Wen with resentful eyes.
Zhang Wen was helpless, so he had to get up from the ground and limped towards the mountain temple.
Time passed slowly, night fell completely, the stars in the sky twinkled, the bright moonlight shone on the mountain temple, and the sky was not very dark.
Inside the temple, a bonfire was burning. Ye Bai and several disciples sat cross-legged around the bonfire and entered a state of trance.
In a corner not far away, Shuiyue Zhenren also sat cross-legged, motionless.
Several of them are monks, and they don't have to eat, drink, or even sleep.
As long as the strength is achieved, these are not problems.
But of course Zhang Wen and others would not waste any time that could be used for cultivation, so they entered the state of cultivation as early as after handling everything.
Suddenly, under the flickering bonfire, in the corner of the mountain temple, Shuiyue Zhenren came out of his trance, opened his eyes, and looked calm.
Almost at the same time, beside the campfire, Ye Bai also opened his eyes. He squinted and looked outside the gate of the mountain temple. (To be continued)