"The eighth disciple of the tower master of Wu Pagoda?" Feng Feiyun stared at the copper-skinned and iron-boned man opposite him with astonished eyes.
"Uh, who told me that I was young, with high cultivation and strong talent!"
The beard on this big man's chin was as thick as black sedge. He was two meters tall at least, and his arms were as thick as a bucket, but he was only thirteen years old.
Due to his unique talent, he was accepted as the eighth disciple by Wu Tata's overbearing claims.
This big man was the robber Wang Meng who came to the Vientiane Tower with Feng Feiyun. Feng Feiyun finally accepted the fact that the men of the ancient Xinjiang tribe were indeed as strong as oxen.
"Uncle Shi, let's go on the road together!" Wang Meng grinned, those two thick lips hanging on his face like two large sausages.
"Hey, it's better for you to hit the road first!" Feng Feiyun is the descendant of the God King, the junior brother of the tower master, and naturally Wang Meng's uncle.
"It's still the uncle who goes on the road first!"
"You go first!"
"Uncle, let's go first!"
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"Okay then! I'll go first!" Feng Feiyun always felt that the words were getting more and more boring and a bit strange, so he turned over and landed on the back of a five-meter-tall unicorn, twisting the iron lock with his hands, all the way to the south go.
Wang Meng also turned over and flew onto the back of the other unicorn, followed by him.
Two gigantic unicorn bulls with horns growing on the huge bull heads, hard and pitch black, like two dragon teeth.
The four corbels were like four pitch-black pillars. The black hair was a foot long, and there were palm-sized scales growing between the hairs, reflecting the black and gold-like light.
Both of them were wearing white Confucian clothes, white feather scarves, black belts, and standard Vientiane Pagoda student uniforms, but their temperaments were completely different.
Feng Feiyun Zhuoran stood on the back of a unicorn in front of him. Compared with a few months ago, his body had grown a lot taller, and he had taken off his childishness and was a little more dashing and elegant.
Wang Meng was bigger, like half a giant. In his hand, he was holding a thick-mouthed Fengtian halberd. It weighed 18,000 catties. The sky is against the sky, but the lethality is still abnormal, and ordinary people can't take a single blow.
The re-writing of the "Hundred Pagodas" shocked all the students of the Vientiane Pagoda, and they rushed to the Nantai Mansion. Feng Feiyun and Wang Meng naturally joined this list.
As long as enough corpses are killed, the higher the points obtained, the richer the treasures that can be exchanged, not to mention being able to emerge in the "Hundred Pagodas List". The allure of fame and fortune.
"Nine of the twenty-eight counties of Nantaifu have completely fallen into the hands of the female devil, and the corpses are running everywhere, becoming a place of evil. Twelve counties have also begun to be eaten by corpses. , the local monks of Nantai Mansion are still stubbornly resisting, but in front of the corpse evil army, they can only retreat step by step, and it is only a matter of time before they fall completely."
"Twenty-eight counties, of which there are only seven counties, have not been invaded by corpses at all. The super immortal gate with ancient heritage is sitting in town and should be able to resist the corpse army for a while."
"Hmph, as long as the female demon makes a move, even the ancient super-immortal gate and the immortal-cultivating family will be wiped out in an instant."
Hearing this, everyone was silent, and no one could counter cunning.
After walking for a whole day, Feng Feiyun and Wang Meng have entered an ancient city in the first county of Nantai Prefecture, "Tianhua County", which is the gateway of the Vientiane Tower to Nantai Prefecture.
In the ancient city, there are many immortal cultivators who have escaped from Nantai Mansion. Some of them come to the major immortal gates. They all come to seek the protection of the Vientiane Tower. They feel that as long as they get closer to the Vientiane Tower, they can escape the army of corpses. slaughter.
Maybe because of the Vientiane Tower, this ancient city is full of flowers and traffic, like another cave, and you can't feel the smoke of war.
Many of the young students of the Vientiane Tower have come to this ancient city. Many young talents with white Confucian clothes appeared in the city, causing a lot of commotion.
However, these young talents rushed by, all in a hurry, some hired servants, bought a lot of medicinal pills for healing, stopped for less than two hours, and then quickly left the city.
Of course, there are also people who are not in a hurry, resting in this ancient city for a night, finding the most beautiful brothel in the ancient city, and laughing about the romance.
"Yesterday I saw a genius of the Vientiane Tower, with more than 200 servants, driving ten golden chariots, passing by outside the city, hurrying on the road, the momentum of the chariot swallowed the mountains and rivers, today I am afraid that it has reached the distance of 10,000 miles. outside."
"Last night, I saw a great man with a great spiritual foundation. His body was purple like clouds. He had a romantic night with the most beautiful blushing girl in the city. When he went out this morning, he also rode a silver god lion and rushed to the south."
The big action of the Vientiane Tower alarmed all the monks, and everyone was guessing what happened until noon, a message came.
"Re-compose the "Hundred Pagodas List", and 100,000 talents will leave the customs."
"The Vientiane Tower has finally taken action. These young talents should all rush to the twelve county palaces that have not yet been completely occupied. These twelve county palaces will completely become their battlefields."
"I guess the same is true. After all, there are too few monks who dare to break into the nine county palaces that have been completely controlled by the corpse evil army. The black corpse evil rushes over, and even Ju Qing may be bombed to death."
"I heard that several senior monks of the destiny realm died in the nine major counties. Since then, no one dared to step into one of them."
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In this ancient city, Feng Feiyun got a lot of information and heard a lot of important events that happened in Nantaifu recently.
Those nine big counties that had completely fallen into the hands of corpses were described by all the monks as hell caves. Humans who broke into them would die without a place to be buried.
The geniuses of the Vientiane Tower, although they all wanted to hunt down more corpses, they did not dare to enter the nine major counties, and they rushed to the twelve counties where the number of corpses was not large.
"Uncle, these twelve county palaces have different levels of danger. Some of them have just been invaded by corpses and are relatively less dangerous, while others have already fallen into dire straits, even if they are in the realm of destiny. The cultivator may fall." Wang Meng asked.
The more dangerous the place, the greater the number of corpses. It is convenient to collect the corpse palace, but it may die at any time in the siege of the corpse.
In places where the danger is low, the number of corpses must be less, and most of them are corpses that have just turned into corpses. Their combat power is far less terrifying than old corpses, but the disadvantage is that the speed of collecting corpses is much slower.
"Selling information, selling information, analysis of front-line battles, divisions of corpse forces, the dynamic trend of the remaining immortal gates, the ranking of the danger levels of the twelve commanderies, everything is available, it's a big sale, pass by, pass by, don't miss it. Eh! Beauty, do you want to buy one, as long as 100,000 gold coins, it's definitely worth the money."
Feng Feiyun searched for prestige, and saw a young man whose face was darker than the bottom of the pot, carrying a large basket of sheepskin pictures on his back, a thick stack, probably hundreds of them.
At this moment, the black-faced boy was standing in front of the two young and beautiful girls in white Confucian clothes, vigorously selling them, and spitting on the ground.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. The twelve major counties of Nantai Mansion are extremely dangerous places, and the territory is terrifyingly wide. Even if ordinary people spend three lifetimes, they can't cross it. There is no one who can do it in such a short time Inside, draw this information map."
"It must be a liar, this black-faced boy is too dark-hearted, such a deceptive picture, he has to buy 100,000 gold coins, he really dares to speak."
"There are a lot of liars these days, and there are more fools. This morning, this black-faced boy bought more than 20 copies and went out. The most expensive one was bought for 800,000 gold coins, and the cheapest one was only 300 gold coins. Just sell it, how cheap is this!"
"It's really easy for him to make this money!"
Every time this black-faced boy sold an intelligence map, he changed the place and earned two million gold coins in one morning. The key is whether he bought a fake image or not, which made many cultivators jealous and unbalanced.
"100,000 gold coins are too expensive, how about five gold coins?" One of the young girls with a delicate appearance stretched out five fingers, shook them in front of the black-faced boy, and winked innocently and cutely.
The black-faced boy said: "Beauty, you are too unscrupulous. You can't buy it at the price of five gold coins. Let me tell you the truth! The person who painted this picture is a great person, and I took it from him. The cost price is 9… 10,000 gold coins, so it’s not much to earn. Seeing how beautiful you are, girl, pure and lovely, I’ll give you the price of vomiting blood, 95,000 gold coins.”
"But I only have five gold coins!" The little girl took out five golden coins, spread them out in the palm of her hand, and counted them again, but there were still only five!
"Come on! A beautiful woman should be aggressive. I really can't do a business of five gold coins. Okay! Seeing that both of them are students of the Vientiane Tower, we are also half classmates. I will give you a cost price. Ninety thousand gold coins." The black-faced boy hammered his chest with his fist, gritted his teeth, and spat out such a sentence.
He really seems to be vomiting blood!
"There are only five gold coins. My sister picked herbs and sold them. She originally planned to buy two clothes, but now I will give them all to you." The little girl's eyes were like black pearls, and she looked particularly charming. The long eyelashes were slightly The trembling seemed very pure.
The black-faced boy looked at these two stunning girls. They were dressed very plainly and simply. They did not look like rich people, but they were a bit more beautiful than the daughters of the immortal cultivators.
If he could kidnap them and sell them, he would definitely be able to sell them for a lot of money, but he has always been disgusted with abducting and selling women, so he forcibly held back the opportunity to make a lot of money and make a fortune.
It's so fucking unlucky, this time it's a misunderstanding! I met two poor girls!
"Okay! Five gold coins are five gold coins, Nima, today is the lowest price. Beauty, don't tell anyone this price! I'll give it to you."
The black-faced boy snatched five gold coins from the girl's hand like a snatch, dropped a sheepskin, and immediately slipped into the crowd, and continued to shout elsewhere.
Obviously this scroll is not even worth five gold coins, otherwise he might have sold it.