"I'm not familiar with this "Jingcheng" situation. It seems that it would be nice to have a guide." Mo Bai looked at the little boy, stroked his nose, and groaned.
When the little boy saw Mo Bai watched him silently, his face blushed, he lowered his head, and hurriedly said, "Since Senior doesn't need it, then I'll leave."
After speaking, the child wanted to turn around and walk away.
"You, go slowly." Mo Bai said hurriedly:
"Senior, do you have anything else?" The child hurriedly asked when Mo Bai called him.
"What can you help me?" Mo Bai looked at him and asked.
"I'm basically familiar with the situation in this "Jingcheng". I don't know what you need, senior?" the little boy said.
In fact, Mo Bai came here to find out what the current situation of Yunhemen is. I just heard what the two "Jingcheng" guards said about fifty miles away. Now the battle between the two factions has risen to one. New stage.
Of course Mo Bai wanted to know more detailed information, but he didn't want to go back and cost his life in vain. Since the attack two years ago, Mo Bai has felt the gap between Yunhemen and Shuiyunmen. If it hadn't been for the help of the girl, he might have been smashed into flesh by the cow adze.
Thinking of this, Mo Bai remembered how could there be a girl's voice in his body. Later, I caught sight of the crane and asked to understand.
"Senior, senior. Are you okay." The little boy saw Mo Bai standing there and said nothing for a long time. Can't help but shout.
"Uh. It's okay, let's do it, you want to find a place for me to stay first, and I will talk about some specific things later." Mo Bai was awakened by the little boy from his thoughts and said to him: "Oh, yes, you How is it charged?"
"A low-grade spirit stone would be fine. If there is anything I need to run errands, Senior, just give me instructions." The little boy looked at Mo Bai with an eager look and said. He naturally knew that his bid was very high, but in order to earn spiritual stones for cultivation, he had to give it a try.
"A piece of low-grade spirit stone?" Mo Bai shook his head slightly. The service fee was really expensive, but seeing him looking at him eagerly, Mo Bai couldn't bear to refuse.
"Well, a low-grade spirit stone is a low-grade spirit stone, but you have to serve me until I leave "Jingcheng"." Mo Bai nodded at the little boy and said.
"Well, thank you senior, I will." The little boy nodded vigorously and said.
After the two reached an agreement, Mo Bai followed the little boy towards the city.
Along the way, the little boy was introducing the general situation of "Jingcheng" to Mo Bai. This was similar to what Mo Bai had known beforehand. I want to come to these all well-known things.
Mo Bai smiled, just about to say something, suddenly there was a cry of exclamation from a distance.
"What happened over there?" Mo Bai asked the little boy.
"Oh, that was Huang Wanwan, the richest man in the city, competing for his daughter." The little boy said.
"Competition to recruit relatives?" Mo Bai was stunned. He didn't expect that common tricks in the secular world could be encountered in this immortal city.
"En." The little boy nodded and said: "Huang Wanwan himself does not have spiritual roots to cultivate immortals, but his daughter is said to have good spiritual roots, and was almost accepted as a disciple by the ancestor Jing, but I don't know what happened afterwards. In the end there was no harvest."
Only then did Mo Bai realize that in this "Jing City", not everyone is a cultivator. It may be that the people and things encountered since entering the realm of cultivating immortals are all related to cultivating immortals, so he would take it for granted that in "Jingcheng", there is a cultivation base.
"What is the cultivation level of people who don't know "Jingcheng"?" Mo Bai said in his heart.
"Should we go over and take a look?" The little boy hurriedly said when he saw that Mo Bai seemed to be tempted to go and watch.
Mo Bai nodded, and said, "Well, let's go take a look first, and then find a place to stay."
After speaking, the two walked towards the place where the exclamation sounded in the distance.
The two walked to the corner of the city and found a platform like a martial arts platform, tightly surrounded by people. Three floors inside and three floors outside.
There is a huge white mask around the test platform, which flickers as if there is nothing. Mo Bai knew at a glance that it was a defensive cover formed by the formation, in order to prevent the energy generated by the two sides of the competition from harming the crowd of onlookers.
There was a man and a woman floating in the air on the competition platform, facing each other.
"That is Huang Wanwan's daughter, Huang Bing." The little boy pointed to the woman on the competition stage and said.
Mo Bai looked in the direction pointed by the boy's fingers, and saw that the woman was beautiful and pleasant, about 17 or 18 years old. A pair of black eyes were staring at the man facing her right now.
Mo Bai and the little boy walked towards the crowd of onlookers. After walking in for a while, I found that most of the onlookers were dressed as monks, and some people in "Jingcheng" dressed in secular costumes were mixed inside. The secular people in this "Jingcheng" don't seem to be afraid of monks, which is really strange.
Although the look of surprise in Mo Bai's eyes was subtle, it was still spotted by the little boy beside him. He hurriedly said: "In fact, "Jingcheng" has been a cultivator and a layman for hundreds of years. Mixed living. In the words of the ancestors, all beings are equal, and in this "Jingcheng" city, apart from this test platform, there is no fight in other places, especially the people of the world."
"If something happened to a monk hurting a person in the world, the ancestor would definitely kill him personally, so this kind of thing has never happened in nearly a hundred years." The little boy continued to Mo Bai.
Hearing the little boy's explanation, Mo Bai nodded slightly, and couldn't help but become curious about Old Monster Jing. But with his current cultivation base, don't even want to see him.
Mo Bai's divine sense was very used to sweeping towards the two people inside the white mask, and was surprised inwardly. He didn't expect that they were both monks in the early days of foundation building.
Huang Bing noticed that the consciousness swept over his body, frowned slightly, his face was a little unhappy, and his eyes shot in the direction that the consciousness was visiting.
Perceiving Huang Bing's unkind gaze, Mo Bai immediately withdrew his divine consciousness, pretending that there was nothing wrong, and turned his head aside.
Huang Bing snorted coldly and turned his attention back to the man in yellow who was confronting her. She stretched out, her jade finger pointed in the air, and a red Zhu Ling flew out of her body and turned into a red long snake, rolling towards the yellow-clothed man.
But the man in yellow clothes opposite is not to be outdone! He slapped his hand to the storage bag, and a triangular yellow flag appeared in his hand. I saw him spread the flag into the wind and hit the flag with a magic trick.
A yellow wind arose within the banner, surrounding him tightly.
Mo Bai usually fights the enemy with flying swords. Seeing the defense of the triangular flag in the hands of the yellow-clothed man, I couldn't help but feel interested. Because what he currently lacks most is a defensive magic weapon.
The red long snake flew around the defensive circle formed by the yellow wind, unable to get close to the body of the yellow-clothed man. Obviously, the red Zhu Ling of Huang Bing was mainly entangled.
Seeing that Huang Bing's red Zhu Ling couldn't break through his own defense, the man in yellow looked at Huang Bing triumphantly, his eyes full of flirty and provocative.
Upon seeing this, Huang Bing snorted, and Yushou summoned the red Zhu Ling back to his hands. Holding one end of Zhu Ling with one hand, put the other end of the red Zhu Ling on the ground.
She snorted, and the hand holding one end of Zhu Ling shook suddenly, and a red light emerged from the palm of her hand and flowed down to the other end of Zhu Ling.
Where the red light passed by Zhu Ling, Zhu Ling, who was originally extremely soft, became a stick with eyebrows. Huang Bing was holding the eyebrow stick in both hands, leaping high, facing the yellow-clothed man with a stick. (End of this chapter)