Stepping into the Bitter Immortal Realm, Han Muye was immediately shocked.
The vast aura that hit his face made his whole body throb with blood.
The phantom of Kui Niu appeared and faded behind him.
The Baxia bloodline hidden deep in the body quietly stretched, absorbing a trace of the power of heaven and earth.
The power of heaven and earth in this Bitter Immortal Realm actually has traces of ancient times.
How can it be?
unless--
Han Muye narrowed his eyes.
Unless this place was once the cave of a certain great power, and later fell here.
This can also explain why there are traces of prehistoric power here, and why there are so many demon clans here.
Ahead, there was a flying demonic beast intercepting it. Han Muye moved his body and threw it away.
In the sky and on the earth, monsters fighting in chaos can be seen everywhere.
There are also some monsters who have transformed into human form, and their auras are so powerful that you can see the monster light rising into the sky from a distance.
Following the guidance of the bloody aura, Han Muye fled for five days and landed outside a large green city.
This big city in the Bitter Immortal Territory is different from the one in the Yunteng Wasteland. The entire city is like a cascading mountain, with layers of layers piled up, reaching thousands of feet high.
Green vegetation enveloped the entire city, and demonic lights flickered from everywhere, making it appear extremely prosperous.
Outside the city where Han Muye landed, there were endless caravans as far as the eye could see, all lining up to rush into the city.
Everyone is already used to it when people like Han Muye come flying down.
However, someone still said: "Where did it come from? Go to the back row."
Han Muye turned around and saw that the person speaking was a four-armed man two feet tall, dressed in green leather, and with a head and face like a toad.
This big man was carrying a large basket on his back. The basket was full of gray-black ore and looked extremely heavy.
Just looking at the size of the basket, it can hold ten thousand pounds upward.
Behind the big man, there was a row of tall and muscular bodies of similar appearance.
They all carry big baskets on their backs.
"Qingnang tribe?" Han Muye whispered.
The Qingnang tribe is a lower-class ethnic group in the Buxian Realm, and is usually responsible for transporting ore.
It is only higher than the enslavement status of those human beings.
It just so happened that Han Muye was from the human race.
Therefore, this big man from the Qingnang tribe dared to glare at Han Muye.
Seeing Han Muye looking up at him, the big man snorted coldly, stretched out one of his four arms and slapped Han Muye on the head.
If this blow was successful, Han Muye would definitely turn into flesh.
But since Han Muye came flying with a sword, how could he not even be able to receive this blow?
He narrowed his eyes, and a pale golden sword light flashed out.
"Stab-"
With a sweep of the sword's light, the outstretched arm of the big man from the Qingnang Clan was cut off directly, and black blood spilled all over the ground.
This sword was so fast that everyone around him just saw a flash of sword light and brought out a pool of blood.
"ah--"
"Killing people——"
"Jie Dao——"
The big man who had lost an arm went limp, collapsed to the ground, and roared loudly.
Not far away, several figures flew over and hung still in the air.
He wears green robes and black armor, has two horns on his head, holds a spear, and has a dark golden flywheel at his feet.
I don't know which big demon's private army this is, but it looks quite capable.
"Who dares to intercept and kill the mining team of the Four Spirit Demon King?" The green-robed and black-armored soldier who was in the lead pointed his spear at Han Muye, and the demonic light on his body condensed, turning into a black goat covered with cloud patterns.
The other black-armored soldiers also looked at Han Muye warily.
Although the big man who had his arm cut off was shivering in pain, he could see his mouth curled up, with a look of pride on his face as he reached out to hold the severed arm and put it on his shoulder.
On the broken arm, green silk sacs were connected to the shoulder wound like suture needles.
But the next moment, the big man's face turned pale.
The Qingnang tribe’s tried-and-tested method of regenerating severed limbs has lost its effect!
The silk sac on the severed arm cannot be connected to the shoulder.
Light golden sword shadows flashed on the shoulders, cutting off all the silk sacs.
This arm is really broken!
The leading general in mid-air frowned and stared at Han Muye.
The Bitter Immortal Realm is the territory of the demon clan, but that doesn't mean there won't be powerful humans coming.
"Who are you?"
The general shouted low, lowered his spear in his hand, and prepared to form a formation to capture Han Muye.
Those who hurt their ore transport team in person are provoking the demon king.
Seeing the spears forming a formation, Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and sword light gathered in his palms.
At this moment, a low voice not far away shouted: "Get lost."
The sound turned into a golden thunder shadow, roared and exploded, knocking the generals ten feet away.
Qin Zhaoyuan, who was wearing a purple robe, took a step forward, landed beside Han Muye, cupped his hands and whispered: "Qin Zhaoyuan has met the city lord."
Han Muye came to the Bitter Immortal Realm as promised, and he had to treat Han Muye as his master as promised.
As for helping to save people and searching for the Immortal Lord's remains, that is another agreement.
"That's the caravan under the throne of the Four Spirit Demons. They specialize in doing hard work."
"Since they have offended the city lord, I will kill them." Qin Zhaoyuan took a step forward, and the lavender thunder light from his body made the Qingnang tribe tremble.
The cultivation and murderous intent condensed in Qin Zhaoyuan's body can instantly turn them into ashes.
The domineering spirit of Jinglei Qin Liuye was fully revealed at this moment.
In the Bitter Immortal Realm, there are no rules.
Kill a lot and be ruthless is the rule.
Zidian, Thunder, and Gale all once had the rules firmly in their hands.
"You don't need to take action, Mr. Liu." At this moment, a big man in black robe strode over, holding a long knife in his hand. He looked at the Qingnang tribe members, then raised the long knife and pointed it at those who had just stood up.
Black-armored general.
"Go back and tell the Four Spirit Demon King that these smashings have made the distinguished guests of my Zhulong Trading Company unhappy." A golden stream of light gathered on the big man's long sword, and in the blink of an eye, there was a deep evil aura.
"He should know how to do it."
The big man's words caused the black-armored general's expression to change. He nodded, not daring to stay where he was, and turned around to lead the flywheel away.
"Zhulong Trading Company!" someone in the queue shouted.
"Zhulong Trading Company is a large trading firm in our Bitter Immortal Domain, and the Four Spirit Demon King may not dare to offend it." There was a long-necked demon clan with four ears and four eyes on his head who whispered.
"You don't know this? A hundred years ago, the Four Spirit Demon King offended a deacon and shopkeeper of Zhulong Trading Company. He was hunted down by Zhulong Trading Company and almost died." Someone around him murmured.
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"Sir Sword Immortal, Sixth Master, there is no need to pay attention to these ants, the Four Spirit Demon King will naturally give you an explanation."
The big man in black robe turned his head and bowed to Han Muye and Qin Zhaoyuan.
"My name is Du Qiang, and I am currently the manager of the caravan."
"The big shopkeeper has told us that our lives will be entrusted to Master Sword Immortal on this trip."
Du Qiang lowered his voice and spoke respectfully.
The alliance between Han Muye and Chen Zhulong is based on the creatures of the Bitter Immortal Realm in Yunlan City and the contract talisman. It can be said to be an unbreakable alliance.
It is normal for Chen Zhulong's subordinates to be so respectful in front of Han Muye.
Han Muye nodded, looked around, and said, "Where is this place and how to go from there?"
Du Qiang winked at a few people behind him, and they dispersed the surrounding monsters.
"Lord Sword Immortal, this is Wanchong City, one of the thirty-two major cities in the Buxian Domain."
"There are actually not many cities in the Bitter Immortal Realm, and most of them are still inhabited by demon tribes."
"Another option is to rely on a treasured land and worship a strong man as the demon king."
Du Qiang reported in a low voice and told the information here.
The caravan of Zhulong Trading Company will stay in this big city for a few days before moving on to the next place.
Qin Zhaoyuan followed their caravan, firstly to hide their whereabouts, and secondly, to use the power of the trading company to get more information.
Chen Zhulong has already confessed that the commercial bank will not interfere with Han Muye's affairs and will only cooperate fully.
If necessary, the entire army will be wiped out.
"The army under Xiangtian Fairy Demon King is not far from here, which is why Wanchong City is so busy now."
"The Xiangtian Immortal Demon King has occupied one of the two states in the Bitter Immortal Territory, and the other demons can only unite to resist."
Du Qiang's face looked slightly solemn.
The Xiangtian Immortal Demon King has a very strong murderous intention. If he really rules the entire Bitter Immortal Realm, other tribes will definitely be massacred.
Countless years of freedom in the Bitter Immortal Realm will also be broken.
Although Zhulong Trading Company has not made a clear stand against Xiangtian Fairy Demon King, it has been helping other demon kings deliver various supplies over the years.
"It is said that Xiangtian Immortal Demon King obtained an ancient treasure, which doubled his combat power. Even Huntian Immortal Demon King was seriously injured and entered Nirvana." Qin Zhaoyuan also said with a gloomy expression.
The Thunder Thieves were defeated by the powerful men under the Xiangtian Fairy Demon King, and a traitor appeared, and they finally collapsed, and even several of the powerful men fell.
Speaking of the three great thieves in the Bitter Immortal Realm, apart from Zidian Rao, Jing Lei and Gale Feng, they have all been defeated by the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King, and have lost their ability to dominate the Bitter Immortal Realm.
"Let's go to the city first, and we'll talk about other things later." Han Muye pondered for a while before speaking.
Since you have come to the Bitter Immortal Realm, you must find the Immortal Lord’s legacy before leaving.
As for the chaos in the Bitter Immortal Realm, if you can't help but participate, don't participate.
"Okay, our Zhulong Trading Company has shipped 800,000 sets of semi-magical weapon level armor spears this time, which is enough for all parties to fight." Du Qiang's face showed pride.
This is where their confidence lies.
Even the powerful Demon King, Zhulong Trading Company dared to face him directly because they controlled powerful armaments.
This is what all parties in the Bitter Immortal Realm need.
Sure enough, Du Qiang led Han Muye and the others straight into Wanchong City without anyone stopping them.
The city even sent a team of cavalry to escort the trading company's cart directly into the city.
The spiraling city and the vegetation on the city wall seem to have spirituality.
Han Muye could tell that once these green tree vines formed a formation, their power would be extremely terrifying.
Walking along the city streets, you can see many shops with various strange signs.
Unlike the human shops, these shops did not display the goods, but only left some soul marks on the signboards.
If you want to trade, you have to enter the store and communicate with the store owner.
The types of elixirs, weapons, and various spiritual materials sold in the shops here are much smaller than those in the big cities in the wasteland, let alone those under the control of the major sects.
The name of the Bitter Immortal Realm also comes from the fact that the cultivation resources cannot be used and the poverty is highlighted.
After all, for the demon clan, many resources are useless and will not be used.
No race in the world can be as dexterous as the humans, and no race can be as resourceful as the humans.
Any place, as long as it is occupied by the human race, can be developed into a prosperous world.
All the way to the top of the city, the caravan was arranged in a vast mansion.
Both Han Muye and Qin Zhaoyuan have quiet courtyards.
Although Han Muye was not tired after flying all the way, he still went into seclusion first to improve his swordsmanship.
After receiving Chen Mingjian's kendo inheritance and fighting against a strong man from the Blood War Sect, he gained a lot.
The extraction of various memories from the Qingyu Sword is enough for him to digest it well.
His insights into the practice system of another immortal world gave him a clear understanding of how to improve and optimize his own practice.
When he came out of customs, Du Qiang was already waiting outside the small courtyard.
Behind Du Qiang, followed a tall black-armored man with four corners.
"Haha, is this a distinguished guest from Zhulong Trading Company?" Seeing Han Muye walking out, the big man smiled, stretched out his hands, and strode forward to greet him.
"Since you are a valued customer of Zhulong Trading Company, you are naturally also a valued customer of Niu Siling."
The big man wanted to hug Han Muye's arms, but was blocked by the sword light surging from Han Muye's body, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face.
"Master Sword Immortal, this is the Four Spirit Demon King."
Du Qiang stepped forward, bowed to Han Muye, and whispered.
Demon kings, at least those who are strong in the realm of virtual reality, can rule a party and are called demon kings.
As a strong Void Transformer, this guy was so diligent. I don't know if he was scared by Dragon Building Trading Company or because he was a good scheming person.
At least for the vast majority of immortal cultivators, meeting a demon king in person can be ignored as long as it is not a celebration of life and death.
"Haha, you are not a demon king. Brother Du, I don't like to hear what you are saying." Niu Siling saw Du Qiang's respectful look towards Han Muye, rolled his eyes, and smiled with a smile on his face.
"Those Qingnang tribe's smashing made the distinguished guests unhappy, and I, Si Ling, was also angry." Niu Siling clenched his fists, looking filled with indignation.
He looked at Han Muye and grinned: "But I know that even if I kill those guys, the distinguished guests won't care."
As he spoke, he reached out and took out a small wooden box.
"Brother Du said that the distinguished guest is a major swordsman, and I happen to have an ancient sword in my hand."
"I am a rough man and cannot use a sword. I give this to the distinguished guest as an apology."
The wooden box is not big, only three feet long.
The blue and black lines reveal a hint of mystery.
Niu Siling held the wooden box in his hand and looked at Han Muye.
Du Qiang's expression on the side remained unchanged, as if he had not seen this scene.
Han Muye pondered for a moment, then laughed and said: "Okay, since it is a gift from the Four Spirit Demon King himself, Han will accept it."
He raised his hand to take the wooden box and opened the green and black lid, revealing a simple and heavy dagger that was more than two feet long.
Although there is no fairy light visible on this sword, there are traces of fairy patterns that induce the flow of sword intent.
The grade is not bad, at least the level of top-grade magic weapon and semi-spiritual treasure.
This kind of treasure is nothing in the big wasteland city, but in the Bitter Immortal Realm, it is already considered a very valuable gift.
Not to mention those few Qingnang tribesmen, even the lives of ten thousand Qingnang tribesmen cannot compare to this ancient sword.
Han Muye finally understood why the Four Spirit Demon King was able to escape despite being chased by Zhulong Trading Company and resolve his grudges.
This guy is willing to give up.
Niu Siling didn't stay in Han Muye's courtyard for long. He just invited Han Muye to sit cross-legged on his property at some time, and then left with a smile.
"He knows that our caravan has brought 800,000 soldiers and armor, and he wants to share some of it."
Du Qiang watched Niu Siling leave and said in a low voice.
Now that the Xiangtian Fairy Demon King's army is pressing down on the territory, only by increasing one's own strength and the combat power of his subordinates, the chance of victory will be better.
If you really lose, you will have more chips at hand.
It doesn't matter how Du Qiang operates the transaction and Han Muye does, that is their Zhulong Trading Company's business.
There is something about that ancient sword, so put it away first.
He left seclusion because he had other things to do.
Walking out of the small courtyard alone, walking from the top of the city to about half of the city five thousand feet away, Han Muye walked straight into a shop with a sign selling elixirs.
"There are no more Hemolytic Pills, but there are still a few Nagu Pills left." An old voice came from the dim shop.
Han Muye stood in front of the counter and looked at the old man with shaggy hair who looked up.
The vigorous sword intent on Han Muye made the old man frown slightly.
"Sword cultivator..." The old man shook his head and muttered a few words.
"Deacon Zhou Sheng, one of the powerful men in the Bitter Immortal Territory of Zhantian Palace, looks like this." Han Muye's expression remained unchanged and he spoke calmly.
His words caused the old man's body to glow with sword light.
The sword light flashed away, landed three feet in front of Han Muye, and then retreated.
"Who told you my identity mark?"
Looking at Han Muye, there was a trace of laziness in the old man's eyes.
"Now, the younger generations of the Sword Sect are so ignorant of respecting the elderly and caring for the young?"
Respect the old and love the young?
When did the spiritual world have such rules?
What's more, the older these practitioners get, the more powerful they become.
Who dares to be disrespectful?
Han Muye shook his head, raised his hand, and took out his identity token.
This token is half a finger long and looks like a small green-black sword, with light golden fairy patterns shining through it.
Four sword lights flashed away.
Seeing the token, Zhou Sheng moved slightly, sitting up a little straighter, and a golden halo appeared in his eyes.
"Elites of the Four Halls, no wonder." The sword light on his body subsided, and Zhou Sheng looked at Han Muye: "When did the descendants of my Sword Sect have a genius like you?"
Among the Xuanling Sword Sect, those who can hold the status of the four halls at the same time are absolute elites.
Especially the mysterious Temple of Killing, where only the top geniuses who are unique among all have the chance to enter.
"Tell me, what are you doing in the Buxian Realm?" Zhou Sheng said as he stood up, moved his waist, and muttered: "I'm most afraid that you guys will come, as soon as you come, nothing good will happen."
With a wave of his hand, the door of the shop closed, and then the scene inside changed into a green courtyard.
Walking straight to the stone table in the small courtyard and sitting down, Zhou Sheng took out a small wine gourd, took a sip, and then looked at Han Muye.
"I got news that it involves the Immortal Lord's legacy, and the sect's power may be needed."
Han Muye's words made Zhou Sheng, who had just taken a sip of wine, turn red on his face and cough heavily.
"Immortal Lord, cough cough, are the younger disciples of today so big-hearted?" Zhou Sheng drank a few more mouthfuls, as if to calm himself down.
"Tell me, keep talking and see if there is anything else that can cause me a headache." Zhou Sheng stopped the wine gourd and looked up at Han Muye.
"I promised Mr. Qin Liu, the Thunder Thief, that I would help him rescue the Thunder Thief."
Han Muye spoke calmly.
"Thunder Thief?" Zhou Sheng's whole body stretched and he glared: "You want to fight against the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King?"
Han Muye said nothing, and the golden fire hidden behind his shoulder poked out his head.
"Fuck, Phoenix..." Zhou Sheng's hands trembled, and he subconsciously opened the wine gourd and took another sip to calm down his shock.
Han Muye shook his head, a green light flashed in his hand, and a blue long sword appeared.
"Qingyu Sword?" Zhou Sheng stood up and frowned.
"Senior Xu Mingjian has passed away. I got this sword and came here to report it." Han Muye released the hilt of the sword and spoke loudly.
A trace of regret flashed across Zhou Sheng's eyes, and he nodded and said, "When Senior Brother Xu's bloodline mark disappeared, we were all prepared."
Looking at the long sword, he sighed: "It would be better for me to spend my whole life practicing swordsmanship and die outside than to waste my years."
His eyes returned to Han Muye, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes.
"Don't worry, as long as you are a disciple of the Sword Sect, if you come to the Bitter Immortal Realm, even if you want to overturn the world, the sect will protect you."
"It's just that when the sect needs your help in the future, just remember the sect's friendship."
The Xuanling Sword Sect is an alliance of swordsmen practitioners. The relationship between the disciples is not much about master and apprentice, but more about supporting each other and relying on the power of the sect to obtain more resources.
If you use the sect's resources, you still need to pay them back in the future.
In a sect, the more elite disciples are, the more resources they can mobilize.
Because the greater the investment, the greater the return.
As these elite disciples grow up, their own strength and influence are the accumulation of power of the sect.
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Han Muye put away his sword and token, nodded towards Zhou Sheng, glanced at the wine gourd in his hand, and then turned and left.
When he walked out of the small courtyard, Zhou Sheng's originally upright body relaxed.
He licked his lips and looked at the wine gourd in his hand: "The wine is good, but there is just a little missing..."
"It's quite a lot. Half of Yunlan City's wine is in this gourd." Li Yungang, the head of Zhantian Palace in a green robe, walked out.
"This guy is very good. He probably knew I was coming when he smelled the wine." Shaking his head, Li Yungang also took out a wine gourd, took a sip and said, "I was careless."
Zhou Sheng smacked his lips, nodded and said: "Sword Immortal Yunlan, the sword intent in this boy is quite strong."
"But is it really so fierce as you say that it even makes your hands itch?"
He had tested it just now, and it seemed that it wasn't particularly strong.
"Itchy hands?" Li Yungang's eyes shone brightly and he lowered his voice: "In the past 30,000 years, there are not many people who can challenge me."
His words brought a smile to Zhou Sheng's face, he clapped his hands, flexed his waist, then stretched out his hand to break off a half-cut branch from a dead tree nearby, and waved it a few times.
"That's an interesting guy, but don't get lost in the Bitter Immortal Realm."
"It just so happens that Xiangtian guy has been really noisy recently."
Speaking of this, he was slightly startled, and looked up at Li Yungang: "Did you come to the Buxian Realm for this kid, or for Xiangtian?"
Li Yungang laughed, but did not answer, turned around and walked away with the wine gourd in hand.
Zhou Sheng glanced at his back, and the wooden branch in his hand turned into a slender blue-black sword, which he then slung behind his back.
Pulling back his messy hair, he walked out of the small courtyard: "I'm going for a walk, I have to find a few helpers, and I have to say hello to everyone..."
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Han Muye left Zhou Sheng's shop and instead of going straight back to the courtyard where he lived, he continued walking down the city.
This Wanchong City becomes neater and tidier as you go to the upper levels, with strong people living there. However, as it goes down, it becomes more messy, with low-level monsters walking through it.
After all, Wanchong City is a big city in the Buxian Realm. It can be seen by both demons and humans.
Han Muye, who looks like a human cultivator with a sword on his back, is not too out of the ordinary when walking on the street.
It's just that most human cultivators are messy, unlike Han Muye's neat body, which makes people afraid to approach.
"Hey, is such a handsome human race willing to come and stay in my chrysanthemum building? Don't worry, the spirit stones are enough." On a three-story pink pavilion, a female cultivator dressed in a coquettish way extended her hand to greet her.
"The skin is pretty good. I'm afraid it's some big demon who has transformed into human form, right?" On the opposite pavilion, there was a monster as big as a bucket and covered in green and black, rubbing his hands and looking at Han Muye.
Han Muye ignored these people and just walked forward quickly.
He stopped in front of a two-story quaint building.
"Sir, my Tuling Pavilion's Qingshuidu Feiyin is one of a kind, and there are also three spirits and four immortals. They are all top quality. Do you want to try them?"
In front of the small building, a horse-faced monster with a green turban on his head came forward to solicit.
Outside the small building, there is a strong aroma wafting.
Han Muye has not had any appetite for many years.
When I took a whiff, I felt a little moved.
He nodded and followed the waiter into the small building, where he saw many tall demon clans hunched over and feasting happily.
All kinds of meats are full of aroma.
Han Muye walked into the small building, and no one looked up at him.
"Sir, it's more elegant upstairs." The horse-faced waiter seemed not to be surprised and led Han Muye up to the second floor.
Sure enough, there weren't that many people down there. There were a few small wooden tables far apart, with only three or two people sitting around them.
After sitting down at the wooden table near the window, Han Muye said, "Let's have a portion of your signature dishes."
The waiter bowed happily and retreated downstairs.
Han Muye glanced at the other people on the second floor, and the two tall human cultivators opposite him nodded slightly towards him.
On the other side, a mad bull tribesman with full mane sat opposite two human tribesmen with demonic aura on their bodies.
They turned to look at Han Muye, but they didn't say hello, they just drank and ate meat by themselves.
Han Muye turned his head and looked out the window again. Monsters of different shapes and sizes were walking around on the street, shouting loudly.
Such exotic customs are not interesting at all.
After a while, several waiters came up with various dishes.
In the clear soup, there are smart, foot-long whitebait swimming. If you take a bamboo chopstick, the whitebait turns into a strong fairy energy and swims around.
This is the signature dish Qingshuidu Feiyin.
Other dishes also have their own characteristics and are full of color, flavor and flavor.
Han Muye ate a lot, which was rare, and he just put down his chopsticks.
By this time, there had been a different group of guests on the second floor.
"Sir, how was your meal?" The horse-faced waiter who had been waiting by the stairs came forward with a smile on his face.
Han Muye nodded, raised his hand and took out a medium-grade immortal spirit stone and placed it on the table, and then said: "These dishes are somewhat similar to those in my hometown. Maybe you can help me find your chef. Let me ask a few questions."
A medium-grade fairy stone!
This table of dishes looks very fairy-like, and might be worth ten fairy stones outside the realm of Bitter Immortal.
But in the Bitter Immortal Realm, up to five immortal spirit stones are enough.
Han Muye's generous move made the waiter tremble. He quickly took the fairy spirit stone and nodded: "I'll invite the chef over right now."
Han Muye nodded, and after waiting for only a short while, he saw a big man from the Qingniu tribe wearing a black robe, a bib tied around his waist, and a sinewy face walking upstairs.
The big man glared with bull eyes, glanced around, grinned, and walked to Han Muye's table.
He was too tall and strong, so he could only bow his head slightly.
"Sir, how was your meal?"
"I heard that your hometown is also in the Hulunbaier Prairie?"
Han Muye nodded, tapped his fingers on the table, and said softly: "That's the place closest to the sky. The blue sky and white clouds are unforgettable."
The burly man from the Qingniu Tribe fell on Han Muye's fingers, with a hint of solemnity in his big eyes.
"Indeed, what our family cannot forget the most is our hometown grassland."
After saying that, he grinned and said: "Well, you are really a fellow countryman. In this way, you leave a place, and when I finish the work in the shop, I will bring some side dishes to have a drink with you."
Han Muye stood up, raised his hand and handed over a jade slip, and then walked downstairs.
When he walked downstairs, the horse-faced guy from before approached the big man from the Qingniu tribe and asked curiously: "Brother Da Zhuang, do you have such a wealthy fellow?"
Hearing his words, the big man grinned and crushed the jade slip.
"What fellow countryman? I have been here in the Buxian Realm for three thousand years, and I have long forgotten what the grassland looks like. I just chatted with him for a few words."
"Don't miss out on my share of fairy stones."
With his hands behind his back, the big man bowed and left.
The horse-faced waiter shook his head, muttered a few words, put on a smile, and went to attract other customers.
Han Muye left the small building, did not stop in the lower city, and quickly returned to his small courtyard in the upper city.
A golden light curtain rose, he sat cross-legged and took out the wooden box given by Niu Siling.
"It's really interesting to buy a casket and return a pearl." He pressed his palm on the wooden box, chuckled and whispered.
The golden fire behind him also flew down, standing on the wooden box and chirping lowly.
"Is this the prehistoric sycamore tree, a treasure of the wood genus that is as famous as the Tongtian tree and the Fusang tree?"
Pressing the wooden box with his hand, Han Muye felt a trace of green fairy energy surging in his palm.
When Niu Siling took out the wooden box, a message came from the golden fire hidden on his back and shoulder.
For the Phoenix clan, the prehistoric sycamore tree is an extremely valued treasure.
Back then, it was said that there were sycamore trees on Yunchao Ridge in the western border of Tianxuan World.
When the sycamore wood is ignited, it can provide a blazing flame that will last for thousands of years.
This flame can not only provide power to the Phoenix's nirvana, but also generate its own fire power.
Of course, this small piece in front of you is definitely not enough.
It would be good for Jin Huo to play with.
Putting down the wooden box, Han Muye's eyes fell on the two-foot simple dagger in the wooden box.
He held the hilt of the sword with his tentative hand.
The dagger is slightly heavy in the hand, and the handle is rough and clumsy.
"Canglang——"
Pulling out a section, you can see the mysterious immortal patterns on the sword.
Han Muye's eyes fell on the immortal pattern, and a light flashed in his eyes.
Raising his hand, several golden pages appeared on the table.
The inheritance pages of Tongtian Immortal Lord.
Han Muye pointed his finger on the page, and a few rays of fairy light flashed across it, and golden fairy patterns emerged.
"It's not an immortal pattern, it's a divine pattern from the Daluo Zhoutian Divine Realm."
Slowly holding the hilt of the sword, Han Muye's eyes were filled with silence, and a faint fairy light and sword intent poured into the dagger.
"Let me see where this sword comes from."
The sword intent surged, and pictures flashed in his mind.
"Buzz——"
A soft sound.
The picture freezes.
"Junior brother?"
"Master said that if you let me come to Fuyu Fairyland, I can see you some time, it's true."
A middle-aged Taoist wearing green and yellow Taoist robes with celestial light shining around him raised his head, smiled softly and spoke.
Han Muye has met this man before.
Five million years ago, when the Immortal Master preached the Dharma and preached.