North gate of Xuantian City.
It was getting late, and there were no monks coming or going in and out of the city gate. Those who dared to leave the city at this hour were either madmen who did not know how to live or die, or they were peerless masters who relied on their powerful cultivation!
When Su Zimo and his party arrived at the city gate, two monks were pushing the city gate, and the tall and heavy stone gate slowly closed with a creak.
"Fellow Taoists, please wait a moment!"
Su Zimo shouted quickly.
If he wanted to enter the city, Su Zimo could use his ethereal wings or the burst of divine horse to rush in before the city gate closed.
But Ji Chengtian and others can't.
Several people were running around and fighting fiercely. They were exhausted physically and mentally and were injured all over. How could they still have the energy to rush forward
After Su Zimo finished speaking, Shimen paused for a moment. The two monks at the city gate looked up at Su Zimo and frowned slightly.
In the eyes of the two of them, these six people looked weathered. Except for the monk in blue shirt who was the leader, they looked normal. The others looked miserable.
Moreover, Su Zimo and others could not see any sect tokens or other things that could show their identity.
In the ancient battlefield, the descendants and disciples of many top forces from the Tianhuang Continent naturally would not hide their identities.
Many times, just showing their identity tokens is enough for these people to run amok and save them a lot of trouble.
People like Su Zimo and others had no identity information and were either casual cultivators or disciples of some ordinary sect forces. The two monks guarding the gate had seen a lot of them.
The two looked at each other, sneered secretly, pretended not to hear, and continued to push the stone door slowly toward the center.
Sudden!
There was a sound of clothes breaking through the air, the wind howling, and it seemed like a sea wave was surging, approaching in a blink of an eye.
The two subconsciously looked up, their pupils suddenly shrinking.
At some point, the monk in green shirt who was still far away had arrived at the city gate, with his arms spread wide and his palms pressed on both sides of the stone gate.
No matter how powerful the two of them are, Shimen will not move at all!
Under the palm of the monk in green shirt, there seems to be a huge force. His figure is tall and straight, like an unshakable god. He stands at the gate of the city, his eyes like torches, watching the two people coldly.
"you… "
The two monks swallowed, panic flashing in their eyes.
"Why are you closing the door?"
Su Zimo asked slowly, his voice cold and biting.
Keeping them out before night falls is no different than killing them!
In the dark night, facing endless ferocious beasts and ancient creatures, Su Zimo could only barely protect himself, while others would surely die!
"What are you going to do!"
One of them asked with a stern expression.
Su Zimo didn't answer, and his arms shook. The two stone doors roared and shook violently, and dust fell.
The expressions of the two monks changed. They felt their arms were numb. They subconsciously let go of their hands and took a few steps back, almost falling to the ground.
"Be bold!"
The two scolded and quickly took out the flying sword from the storage bag. They looked at Su Zimo warily, ready to take action at any time.
Su Zimo's expression remained unchanged and he clenched his fists slightly.
After a while, Ji Chengtian and others finally arrived at the city gate, panting and pale.
"Zimo, forget it, we are new to Xuantian City and know nothing about this place, so we should not cause more trouble. Besides, we have already entered the city, so it doesn't matter."
During this period of contact, Ji Chengtian and others also had a more or less understanding of Su Zimo's temperament.
Xuantian City is a mixed bag, and there are many top masters and powerful forces hidden in it. Ji Chengtian is worried that Su Zimo will stand up for them, but it will lead to a fatal disaster!
Su Zimo nodded and glanced at the two gatekeeper monks lightly.
The two of them were trembling.
In Su Zimo's eyes, they smelled a hint of murderous intent, cruel and brutal!
"This is a master who can get angry and hurt others at any time, he has no scruples!"
An idea flashed through their minds at the same time. They watched Su Zimo and others enter the city and leave without daring to say anything to stop them.
During the whole process, Ji Chengtian and others were nervous, fearing that another accident would cause trouble.
They remained silent until they passed by the two gatekeeper monks, and Ji Chengtian and others breathed a sigh of relief.
There are many monks in Xuantian City, and many ancient buildings and houses on both sides of the streets are still occupied by many monks.
Su Zimo, six people and one beast walked into the city, attracting the attention of many monks.
"Among the six people, there is one who is in the late stage of foundation building? I really don't know how they made it to Xuantian City alive."
"It's useless even if we enter the city. I guess these six people won't survive more than three days."
"Xuantian City is not a kind place. If it is not supported by strong strength, it can only be reduced to a mere fish and meat, and can be slaughtered by others."
While some monks were discussing, more than a dozen monks came down from the city wall. The leader was a tall man with a sinewy face, his clothes were open, his hairy chest was exposed, and his eyes were fierce.
"It's already passed the Youshi hour and the city gate is still not closed. Are you two really tired of living?"
This burly monk had a rough voice, was full of slanderous words, and was full of gangsterism.
At this time, Su Zimo and others had not gone far.
Hearing this voice, Ji Chengtian and others' expressions changed slightly, and their hearts sank.
When a monk saw this scene, he shook his head and curled his lips, and said with a smile: "It won't take three days. If this person shows up, these six people may not be able to leave."
"Yes, these people have traveled a long distance and are covered with injuries. They are already at the end of their strength. They are like fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered. There is no way this person will let them go."
"Who is this person?" someone asked.
"The capable general under the four major cavalry bandits is named Qiu Wanli. Although this person is a Six-Mei Foundation Builder, he is extremely powerful in martial arts. He is cruel and bloodthirsty, and will retaliate. He is very powerful. At the north gate of Xuantian City, there is no one like him. Several people were willing to mess with him.”
"The four great cavalry bandits... hiss!"
After hearing these four words, many monks' expressions changed, they quickly fell silent and secretly took a breath of air.
The city gate.
The two gatekeeper monks were so frightened that they quickly pointed at the backs of Su Zimo and others and said, "It's them! We were about to close the city gate, but those six people broke in directly!"
"Um?"
Qiu Wanli turned around and looked at the retreating figures of Su Zimo and others. His expression changed, and a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes.
Everyone else could see the weakness of Su Zimo and his group, and naturally they couldn't hide it from Qiu Wanli's sly eyes.
At a glance, he could tell the true and false nature of these people.
"Those six people in front of you, stop for me!"
Qiu Wanli shouted loudly, and led a dozen monks to rush towards Su Zimo and others with murderous intent.
Ji Chengtian and others sighed inwardly, and had no choice but to stop and turn around to look.
Originally, Su Zimo was walking in the front, but after turning around, Su Zimo was already standing behind everyone.
Just as Su Zimo was about to step forward, Ji Chengtian stopped him and whispered: "Zimo, don't be impulsive first. See what this person means. It's better not to do anything if you can."
"Yes, brother, from the looks of the monks around me, this person seems to have a good background. Let's not confront him head-on." The little fat man said in a low voice with sweat on his forehead.