Chapter 410 Tianyuan City

"Mr. He! See you later!"

"Goodbye, benefactor! I will definitely repay you when we meet again someday!"

On the desolate and cold land, Wang Zhifan said goodbye to He Kuang after communicating with him, and rode the red deer horse to the sky, causing those onlookers to exclaim that the immortal master is the immortal master, and even the mount was very excited.

"Should I change my route to the Blue Ancient Sea to see the traces of the demons, or go to Tianyuan City as planned? Let's go with the original plan. It is very likely that I will get more detailed information in Tianyuan City."

On horseback, Wang Zhifan made a quick decision. Although he got the key information from He Kuang, he felt that even He Kuang knew so much, and it was unreasonable for Tianyuan City, a big city, not to find more information.

So, the subsequent time entered the stage of rushing again. He rode the red deer horse all the way through the sky, passing through the vast land and rivers below, and even crossing part of the sea. He didn't encounter anything worth paying attention to on the way, and finally spent half an hour to reach the destination, which is the Taoist city, Tianyuan City.

Compared with the last Confucian city Shuqiu City he visited, Tianyuan City is obviously much more magnificent. It is a super-large city with a radius of more than 300 miles. In addition to the regular residential buildings, there are countless ancient incense altars, Taoist temples, and halls. There is a faint aroma of medicine floating in the air above many areas. It should be tens of thousands of Taoists making elixirs and medicines. It makes people feel relaxed and happy when they smell it from afar.

"Such a huge city, there is no wall and no guards? Allow outsiders to enter and exit at will?"

After Wang Zhifan peeked at Tianyuan City from the sky, he began to look for the so-called city gate, intending to enter through the city gate honestly and leave a good impression of abiding by the rules to the locals, but the problem is that he looked for a long time and did not find any suspected city gates. This huge city seems to be completely undefended. There are roads all around for people to walk, and there is no checkpoint to restrict the flow of people.

What surprised him even more was that he found that this place seemed to have no defenses even in the "airspace". He took a few casual glances and found some powerful native Taoists who either flew the wind or the sword and easily passed through the sky above the city and landed in the streets. They were obviously used to this way of action.

"Is it because the area of ​​this city is too large and many residents in it have the ability to fly freely, so the city wall checkpoints, which are time-consuming and labor-intensive and can only restrict ordinary people, are directly eliminated? In that case, there must be a protective formation in this place, but the formation is too hidden for me to see."

After thinking about it, Wang Zhifan made up the reason for this situation, and then he rode the Red Deer Pegasus and tried to break into the sky above Tianyuan City like the monks and natives he saw.

As he got closer to the "airspace" of Tianyuan City, he slowed down the speed of the Red Deer Horse until he broke into it without any obstacles, and then he let the Red Deer Horse resume its normal speed and chose a prosperous street to land on the ground.

Compared to the last time he rode a horse and entered Shuqiu City, he attracted many curious eyes around him. This time he rode a red deer horse and descended from the sky, but not many people in Tianyuan City paid attention to his appearance.

The residents or tourists here seemed to be used to people falling from the sky. At most, they would take a few more glances at the divine horse he rode, and didn't care that he had the ability to fly.

Wang Zhifan was also happy with this relaxed atmosphere. He rode on the horse and moved forward slowly, observing the prosperous and lively ancient streets on both sides, the pedestrians of all kinds who walked and stopped, the vendors who shook their heads and hawked their wares, and the Taoist monks who flew by from time to time in the sky. He planned to find an inn to stay first.

However, before he could find a place, a 15- or 16-year-old boy in a green Taoist robe flew over on a sword and landed in front of him in the blink of an eye. He was a very young Taoist monk in the Xiantian realm. He then bowed to him and said:

"Dear guest, my Taoist master Qingyangzi invites you to Qingyang Palace for a chat."

"Oh? Then please lead the way."

Wang Zhifan knew that his whereabouts had been discovered by someone with ulterior motives. It was probably because of the Taoist aura on him, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with meeting Qingyangzi.

"Dear guest, please follow me."

The Taoist boy turned around immediately after hearing this, stepped lightly on the ground with one foot and jumped up several feet. At the same time, the long sword he carried also automatically flew to his feet and carried him to the distance.

"This is too straightforward..."

Wang Zhifan looked up at the boy who flew faster than a bird and couldn't help but be a little speechless, but he immediately rode the red deer and flew up and followed.

It must be said that flying is more convenient than on land. On land, you may have to go a long way, but flying only takes less than half the distance. Wang Zhifan followed the sword-riding boy and arrived at the destination in half an incense stick of time. He came to the gate of a tall palace located in the core area of ​​the central part of Tianyuan City.

"Dear guest, please come in! My Taoist master is waiting in the hall!"

As soon as the sword-riding boy arrived, he automatically switched to the role of a doorman, stood at the side of the hall door, and extended his hand to invite Wang Zhifan in.

Wang Zhifan naturally had nothing to worry about. He got off the horse and touched the head of the red deer horse to let it stay where it was to rest, and then stepped into the Taoist hall with the plaque of "Qingyang Palace" hanging on it.

This is a very grand palace. Its gate is more than one foot wide and three feet high. It doesn't seem to be designed for human beings to come in and out. When you step into the door, you can see that the space inside is even larger, with a distance of ten feet. In the distance stands a very majestic statue of an old man in Taoist robes meditating. In front of the statue, a middle-aged Taoist in young robes is facing Wang Zhifan, offering incense to the incense altar.

"A distinguished guest from the Tao realm is here! Qingyangzi welcomes you from afar!"

Within two seconds, as Wang Zhifan walked into the hall with ease, Taoist Qingyangzi, who had finished offering the incense, also turned around, raised his hands to Wang Zhifan and smiled.

"The Taoist Master is so polite!"

Wang Zhifan, who had already walked closer, returned the favor with a polite smile on his face.

"Since your distinguished guest is from the Tao realm, he must be our own monk. I wonder what his name is?"

Qingyangzi then asked with a serious face, which was equivalent to reminding Wang Zhifan that it was rude not to report the number of his family members when they met.

"Oh... I am rude. I am a poor Taoist named Fanyun Sanren. He is used to being idle all his life. I hope Taoist Master Qingyangzi won't take offense."

After hearing this, Wang Zhifan immediately answered with a calm expression, and directly gave his name that he had thought up halfway, without flinching at all.

This is because he understands the power of the extraordinary game. Since the extraordinary game has given him the identity of a Taoist, he must be a genuine Taoist in this copy, and there is no need to worry about things like revealing his secrets.

"It turns out to be fellow Fanyun Sanren! I've admired you for a long time! I've admired you for a long time!"

After receiving the reply, Qingyangzi in front of him bowed his hands and saluted again, acting very solemn and enthusiastic. However, anyone with enough eyesight could find a trace of confusion in his eyes. Apparently he had never heard of Fanyun Sanren. What kind of people?

But Wang Zhifan is still not panic at all about this. He does not believe that the Taoist priest in front of him can know everyone in the Tao Realm. Even if this person has any channels to investigate the Tao Realm, he also believes that the energy of extraordinary games can definitely be used in the Tao Realm. Jing Tiandi creates an identity for him out of thin air, and it will never go wrong easily.

So, after Wang Zhifan, who looked calm and flawless, and Qingyang Zi, the master of Qingyang Palace, exchanged greetings, they entered the follow-up formal topic.

Mainly including Qingyangzi asking him what important matters came from the Dao Realm to the Disaster Realm, and what kind of help he, Qingyangzi, as the most eloquent person in Tianyuan City, could provide. Wang Zhifan did not miss this opportunity to communicate with high-end indigenous people. , consulted about the relationship between the Demon Realm and the Demon Realm of Disaster, and said that he came from the Dao Realm this time to assist the Realm of Disaster in fighting the infiltration power of the Demon Realm, and he must help protect this human world.

Their conversation did not last long. The little Taoist priest who led Wang Zhifan over came in and reported that other distinguished guests were visiting. Qingyangzi had to arrange for Wang Zhifan to stay in the side hall first. After receiving the guests, Qingyang Zi He talks at length.

Wang Zhifan had no objection to this. He immediately followed the young Taoist priest to the side hall. However, before leaving the main hall completely, he caught sight of more than 20 indigenous people in different clothes filing in from the entrance of the main hall. The breath of all of them was They are all in the Xiantian realm. I don’t know what the purpose of these people gathering here is.

"The strength of Qingyangzi's aura just now was quite strange. The first impression he gave me was that he was as ordinary as an ordinary person, as if he had no cultivation. But after careful perception, I vaguely discovered that there was something more mysterious. He might have used something. The masterful breath-condensing technique and true cultivation level are definitely at the top of the innate realm, or simply a higher level of super innate."

Wang Zhifan also secretly had a guess about Qingyangzi, the master of the Taoist palace. Although he could not directly perceive his strength, he knew with his toes that he was definitely not a simple person. After all, he was the little one who looked after the door. The disciples are all in the innate realm, and their own cultivation cannot be ordinary at all.

With some thought, Wang Zhifan was then arranged to stay in a guest room in the side hall of Qingyang Palace.

This guest room is not too large in size, but the decoration is simple and elegant. It has all the necessary configurations and is quite Taoist style.

Wang Zhifan sat inside and felt that it was not time to rest yet, so he chose to go out for a walk, informed the little Taoist priest outside the main hall, mounted the red deer horse and left Qingyang Palace.

When he got on the horse, he happened to see the more than twenty Xiantian realm guests in Qingyang Palace still discussing something with Qingyangzi. Among them were men and women, some from Taoist sects, some Confucian monks, and even some The Buddhist bald head shows that the relationship between Taoism, Buddhism and Confucianism is not that bad.

But what concerned Wang Zhifan the most was a young woman with a strong aura among the group.

This person does not seem to be an ordinary human race in the disaster world. She has two silver-white dragon horns that are neither long nor short on her forehead. She is covered by a black cloth mask from the bridge of her nose down, revealing only a pair of slender eyebrows and a pair of cold eyes. With bright eyes, a sassy black high ponytail, a tall and powerful figure wrapped in a woman's black outfit, and a pair of long and short blood-red swords slung around her waist, she looked like a dragon female assassin.

"This woman is very alert. I just glanced at her and she turned her attention to me... But is she really a dragon girl? This world is really interesting."

With this new discovery, Wang Zhifan immediately rode his red deer horse back to the Tianyuan City neighborhood and began to enjoy this prosperous and lively world. Of course, he did not forget to inquire about information and was going to find a bookstore or other place to check the information.

For a moment, he was drowned out by the lively sounds on the core streets outside Qingyang Palace. There were the cries of various vendors, the conversations of various pedestrians, the lingering sounds of the masters of the Taoist sect flying back and forth with their swords, and several other sounds. The sound of the Taoist priest meditating and reciting sutras directly on the side of the street without anyone noticing can be said to be very complex.

"Brother! This way! This way!"

After a while, Wang Zhifan, who had not yet found the bookstore, heard someone calling him. It was a young man on the second floor of a street restaurant. The man stretched out his hands and head from the window, waving a pair of black-framed sunglasses in his hand, trying to attract people. his attention.

"Player? How could he recognize at a glance that I am not an aboriginal... It should be because my hairstyle has not been modified."

Wang Zhifan suddenly realized that his attitude in the recent copy was very casual. He said he was pretending, but in fact he was just fooling around.

However, there shouldn't be much of a problem in this dungeon. After all, this dungeon has a high-intensity punishment level mechanism. Attacking each other is very costly for players. Just be careful of possible Avengers players.

"Red Deer, you go back and rest first. I will call you over when I find a place with rich water and grass."

Wang Zhifan then dismounted and released the summons to Red Deer, allowing him to temporarily return to his hometown in the secret realm. Then he used Qinggong to jump directly into the window where the person who called him was, and met the people inside.

As expected, there was not only the player from before, but also five other people in the private room on the second floor of the restaurant. They all focused their attention on Wang Zhifan, who had arrived midway.

"Brother! You are also a player! I just said that this copy cannot be just the six of us!"

The young man who just stuck his head out of the window to call Wang Zhifan then smiled and said to him, casually putting on the black-framed sunglasses in his hand.

"Yes, I am a player. Are you... discussing dungeon strategies?"

Wang Zhifan glanced at these people and found that each of them had put on clothes from this world. But the problem was that not all of these people were yellow-skinned. There were two white people and one black person. How could it look different if they matched the ancient oriental clothes? coordination.

"Yes, sir, we eagerly hope that you will join us and share your intelligence, because this copy confuses us very much. We have explored most of the city outside, but did not find any signs of war, which makes the copy unable to make progress... …”

One of the tall, muscular white male players, who was leaning against the wall of the private room, nodded to Wang Zhifan, and then said with worry between his brows.