“Prince… He said he was Feng Qingyang!” A young man with a gloomy face walked out of the crowd.
"Do I need you to tell me?" He waved the folding fan in his hand, with a gloomy look on his face. Since he started to enter the world of cultivation, no one has ever insulted him in front of him like this.
"Let's go to Guiyuan City first. I've made note of this man!" The handsome man smiled, and the sinister look on his face disappeared. He looked as if nothing had happened.
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Feng Qingyang, who was flying in the air, suddenly laughed out loud. Ever since the incident at the Dark Night Ghost Market, he had undergone a drastic change, and became somewhat gloomy and introverted.
After grabbing the handsome man and smashing him, I felt a lot more relaxed in my heart, as if the depression accumulated in my heart disappeared a lot in that instant.
"Xiaozhu—wait for me!"
"Big Brother, which direction should Guiyuan City go?" Feng Qingyang asked without turning his head while flying in the air.
Hearing this, Gui Feng staggered and nearly fell headfirst from the air. His face was as black as a piece of charcoal. He felt like he had been flying with his emotions for so long, but it was all in vain!
Gui Feng took out the jade slip, looked at it for a moment and said, "We went in the wrong direction..." Everyone's faces turned black.
Feng Qingyang's face turned red, and he rarely showed a trace of embarrassment and said, "I was so reckless just now!"
So they turned around and headed quickly towards Guiyuan City.
Guiyuan City is not big, but it is not small either. There are people from all over the world of cultivation in the city. The emergence of the secret realm this time has attracted countless major sects and schools. It can be said that it is a place where many stars are shining and many talented people gather.
Moreover, there is a super large gambling house in Guiyuan City, which is not comparable to the gambling house in the Dark Night Ghost Market, because there is a branch of Duobao Pavilion in the city.
Duobao Pavilion - a mysterious force that has been passed down for thousands of years and has existed since ancient times. It is quiet and never interacts with the major sects. There are many powerful people in the pavilion. If it is determined to dominate, I am afraid that even if the current cultivation world unites, it will not be its opponent.
The five people each had their own thoughts, and they tried their best to fly into the air. After several hours, they finally arrived at this big city known as the place of chaos - Guiyuan City!
When looking at the magnificent city below, Feng Qingyang was deeply shocked. Guiyuan City was not what he had imagined. He originally thought it was just an enlarged version of the Dark Night Ghost Stone.
But when viewed from the air, the difference is not just a thousand miles, but even tens of thousands of miles.
The square Guiyuan City lies in an endless valley, with city walls dozens of feet high. There are countless tall buildings in the city, and powerful auras blow in from time to time.
Several people were wavering in their minds and were about to fly away, but at this moment, a master in the Foundation Establishment Stage suddenly flew in from the city gate where they were. He did not look like the immortal as they had imagined, but was wearing a set of pitch-black armor. Upon closer inspection, a murderous aura suddenly came over them.
"Guiyuan City is flying straight into the sky. If you want to enter the city, you must pay spirit stones..." The man was quite humble and did not rely on his own strong strength to knock Feng Qingyang and others down from the sky.
This is also because the temperaments of these five people are extraordinary. Feng Qingyang is a zombie, and his strength cannot be compared with that of human cultivators. If it comes to physical strength, even those at the peak of the middle stage of foundation building may not be his match.
After hearing the announcement from the man guarding the city, Feng Qingyang and the others landed outside the city gate from the air. When they looked up at Guiyuan City, their hearts were shocked again.
It didn't seem like a big deal when I was in the air before, but now when I looked outside the city, the city wall that was dozens of feet high looked like a small hill, exuding a desolate and thick atmosphere, and the dark city gate was like a prehistoric beast with its huge mouth opened.
"You need to pay five middle-grade spirit stones to enter the city..." Seeing them land, the city guard became polite again. He has been guarding the city for many years and his eyes are cunning and vicious. He can tell at a glance who should be provoked and who should not be provoked.
Feng Qingyang and the others also paid the spirit stones obediently and seemed to be very cooperative. No matter what, they should not be too conspicuous when they come out of this place.
Since they can employ Foundation Establishment cultivators as defenders of the city, one can imagine how powerful their background is.
"Are you guys here to participate in the marriage proposal for the city lord's daughter?"
Seeing that Feng Qingyang and the others were both polite and dignified, he was secretly impressed, so he stepped forward and asked deliberately.
"Oh? Marrying a wife?" Feng Qingyang was puzzled and looked at the man guarding the city in doubt.
"If he's not here to find a wife, then he must want to go to the secret realm!" The people guarding the city saw Feng Qingyang's expression and guessed it clearly.
So he stepped forward and said, "I am the centurion commanding the troops at the East Gate. I am kindly reminding you that if you want to enter the secret realm, it is best to participate in the marriage contest held by the city lord."
Without waiting for Feng Qingyang and the others to respond, he continued, "I felt very close to you today when I saw you, little brother, so I kindly reminded you... Go!"
In this way, Feng Qingyang and others who were so confused were dragged into the city gate by him.
Feng Qingyang was puzzled for a moment, but he still took his reminder to heart. Once he entered the city, he saw a completely different scene.
It is just as the saying goes, there are many foundation-building cultivators, but there are many dogs in the late stage of Qi refining. There are always people who are better than you, and if you don't venture into the world of cultivation, you will be like a frog in a well looking at the sky from the bottom of the well.
The entry of the five of them was like a drop of water flowing into the sea. No one noticed them, but Feng Qingyang's blood-red hair attracted many people to look at him.
Although Feng Qingyang became famous in the Dark Night Ghost Market, after all, very few people have seen his appearance. In addition, the Dark Night Ghost Market is very far away from Guiyuan City, so they only vaguely know that there is a very powerful zombie.
"The city lord is looking for a wife? This is not going to be a complete scheme, is it?" Gui Lei on the side kept chattering beside Feng Qingyang. The secret realm was about to open, and there was actually a martial arts competition to find a wife.
Gui Lei and Gui Dian were both the kind of people who loved to join in the fun, but they also had the impulse to cause blood to splatter within five steps if they disagreed with something, so the two of them often caused trouble for Gui Feng. Now that they knew that the city lord was actually holding a marriage proposal, their hearts had already flown away to who knows where.
Feng Qingyang shook his head, his mind full of doubts, but of course he had his reasons, he came here for the secret realm, not for any marriage proposal.
"Who cares about the marriage proposal? What does it have to do with me?" If Zhu Xuezhu was not there, perhaps he would have gone to watch the fun. After all, she was the daughter of a powerful golden elixir master who dominated the world throughout history.
Now his whole heart is thinking about how to become stronger. Compared with returning to Zhu Xuezhu in ten years, the vow to destroy Maoshan in those three years is not that important.
However... a blood feud can only be washed away with blood. Feng Qingyang hates Maoshan to the core.
“We just arrived, so we should move around more and get some information…” Then he turned around and said to the few people. Although he was the youngest junior brother, he had implicitly become the leader of the group.
So he took the lead and went to the front of the city.
“Get out of the way… get out of the way now!”