Chapter 1125 Is Your Real Surname Wu?

"Come here!" Fan Chou shouted irritably toward the door.

A smart disciple trotted in from outside the hall and respectfully worshiped Fan Chou: "Master, what are your orders?"

"Is there no news yet? Have a group of disciples from the remains of the Wild Emperor come over?" Fan Chou frowned, with unconcealable depression and anxiety in his voice.

"Reporting to the hall master, there is still no one. However, the disciple just checked and found out that the survivors of the Savage Emperor were reduced to the third-class emperor hundreds of years ago because there have been no body refiners in the divine body realm for a long time. I am afraid that even if they If you can enter the city, you shouldn't be qualified to stay in the Thousand Clan Pavilion." The disciple didn't understand why the pavilion owner was worried, and for fear of getting the wrong answer, he carefully looked at Fan Chou's face to report.

"What? The remnants of the third-class emperor? So, they may not even be able to enter the gate of the Immortal City before the ladder test begins?" Fan Chong said in surprise.

"Yes." The disciple still answered carefully.

Fan Chou frowned and thought for a moment, feeling that there might be something fishy about this matter. However, since they are the remnants of a third-class emperor, it means that this matter is most likely a misunderstanding. You must know that his benefactor is a person who has surpassed the ninth level of family power. How can he know such a disciple of the fallen emperor's family?

A descendant of the fallen emperor who doesn't even have a body refiner in the divine body realm, what else deserves his attention?

After thinking about it, Fan Chou took out three messenger talismans of different styles, inserted messages into them with his spiritual consciousness, and then sacrificed them.

…

In a courtyard with stacked houses somewhere in the third level city, Yu Qing was chatting happily with an elder from the Law Enforcement Hall who was wearing white clothes, with five sword-shaped symbols embroidered on his chest, and a gold belt around his waist.

Suddenly, a red message aura rushed into the courtyard.

Yu Qing's face was slightly happy, and he raised his hand to grab the spiritual light, and the spiritual light immediately condensed into a communication talisman. Yu Qing gave an apologetic smile to the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, and then eagerly put his consciousness into the communication talisman to check.

After a while, Yu Qing's face became a little ugly.

"Brother Yu, what happened? Do you need help?" The elder of the Law Enforcement Hall asked curiously when he saw that Yu Qing looked wrong.

Yu Qing frowned and thought for a moment, then said: "I really need to ask Brother Zhang for help in this matter. Although I am in charge of the Foreign Affairs Hall, it is indeed inconvenient to do things in this Dengxian City."

The elder of the Law Enforcement Hall's eyes lit up slightly, he patted his chest and said, "If you have anything to say, just tell me. As long as my brothers can help, there will be no ambiguity."

Yu Qing didn't care to be polite to him and said hurriedly: "That's fine. Brother Zhang, please go out of the city with your younger brother now and go to Nanxianmen to do some private things."

"Okay!" The elder of the Law Enforcement Hall stood up immediately without saying a word, and walked out with Yu Qing. The two of them immediately took out their flying immortal weapons, turned into two rays of light, and headed towards the South Immortal Gate.

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The second level city of Dengxian City is the Immortal Alliance Mufu.

A blue spiritual light suddenly rushed from the direction of the first level city and fell into the Mu Mansion.

Mu Yang, who was practicing in the house, stood up and walked out when he saw the blue light. He happened to see the blue light falling into Mu Chenfeng's hands.

Muchen's wind consciousness probed into a blue communication talisman in his hand and examined it.

After a while, Mu Yang said: "Uncle Feng, is there any news?"

Mu Chenfeng said with a strange look on his face: "The messenger talisman was left by the old man in the hands of Fan Chou of the Thousand Clan Pavilion. He said that no disciples of the Barbarian Emperor's remnants entered the Thousand Clan Pavilion today. He also said that the Barbarian Emperor's remnant disciples had already entered the Thousand Clan Pavilion. The remnants of the emperor who were reduced to the third class hundreds of years ago are no longer qualified to live in the Thousand Clan Pavilion. I asked if we made a mistake."

"Uncle Feng, do you think brother will make a mistake?"

Mu Yang raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said sarcastically. Naturally, he was not mocking Mu Feng, but mocking Fan Chou for daring to question them.

"The eldest son is very thoughtful and will never give any orders without reason. There must be something fishy about this matter. Young Master, I plan to go to the Nanxian Gate to have a look. They are probably blocked outside the city." Mu Chenfeng thought for a while. road.

"Okay, then I'll let Uncle Feng take care of this matter. My identity is very sensitive, so I can't come forward for the time being." Mu Yang said after pondering for a moment.

"Indeed, it is indeed inappropriate for the young master to come forward until the matter is clear. I will go now."

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There is a wide dirt road heading west outside Nanxian Gate, leading directly to a dirt slope several miles away.

There was originally a small, medium-sized hill here, but it was flattened by someone's sword during a fight, and turned into a gentle slope with a radius of dozens of miles.

On the slope, many monks in strange costumes gathered in twos and threes. These people come in all shapes and forms, most of them are disciples of the third-class emperor's remnants who cannot enter the city, and some are down-and-out casual cultivators.

When Wu Xiaohu led everyone up the slope, most of the good places on the slope had been occupied.

Everyone has sympathy for each other, and no one is making trouble for each other. Everyone quickly settled down in an open space that was full of potholes and where almost no one wanted to be.

"Let's settle here for now. If we want to enter the city, it seems we can only wait until the ladder assessment starts. Those people don't allow the remnants of third-class emperors to enter the city. I think there must be some new rules in the city. "

After Wu Xiaohu waited for everyone to calm down, he spoke out his thoughts. He was a little depressed. Today's experience obviously had a big impact on him.

Wu Xiaohu has always been honest and sincere, and he is frank and selfless in dealing with people. He has always had many friends in the clan. However, he usually spends most of his time on cultivation and rarely contacts the outside world, so he doesn't know much about the many dirty things in the outside world.

In the past, Feng Hanxiao and others always took care of him when he encountered problems, and they were mostly the ones who blocked any troubles. Wu Xiaohu didn't feel that it was hard, but today he faced these things in person and found that this world was not quite the same as his cognition, too dirty.

"Xiaohu, don't be discouraged. This is how the world of cultivating immortals is. Strength is respected everywhere, and whoever has the bigger fist is the truth. However, this Dengxian City is also a place where rules are followed. As long as we are careful, I believe those people can't do anything to us." Feng Hanxiao patted Wu Xiaohu's shoulder and comforted him.

"Yes, it's not so easy for the dog thieves in Guiyun Valley to deal with us. Don't worry too much." Mo Ao also patted Wu Xiaohu.

Mo Ao also heard clearly the few words that the young man surnamed Gui whispered before entering the city. He understood Wu Xiaohu's current mood very well. In fact, how could he feel relaxed?

Wu Xiaohu nodded silently. Somehow, at this moment, he thought of his uncle Wu Yan.

When he was in Tianzhou Continent, Wu Xiaohu admired his uncle Wu Yan the most. His uncle was not only shrewd and wise, but also unambiguous. Once he was humiliated, he would try to get revenge and would never give in or compromise.

Over the years, he has always regarded his uncle as his goal and idol. Unfortunately, since the separation in Tianzhou, his uncle made a mistake when transmitting, and there has been no news of him since then.

Seeing Wu Xiaohu silent, everyone felt extremely heavy and uncomfortable.

However, there was nothing they could do about this kind of thing. Feng Hanxiao immediately organized the disciples to clean up the debris around them and prepare to build a temporary residence here for temporary settlement.

However, the conditions here are really too poor. There must have been some kind of battle here, which resulted in not only a lack of spiritual energy here, but also an unpleasant smell coming out of such a bumpy place, which made people feel sick.

Just as everyone was busy cleaning up the ground and preparing to build temporary houses, suddenly, a beam of light suddenly rushed out from Dengxian City, and in almost the blink of an eye, it crossed a space of more than ten miles and arrived above this earth slope.

An extremely powerful divine sense suddenly fell from the sky and scanned the crowd.

The people living here, the highest cultivation level is only the third-class emperor's descendants of the ninth level of the Yuan body, and there are some casual cultivators in the late stage of the fusion body. When they were swept by such a terrible divine sense, everyone held their breath, dared not breathe, and looked at the sky secretly with fear.

Wu Xiaohu, who was silently thinking about his own affairs, was swept by the divine sense, and his whole face suddenly changed. He thought that the young man surnamed Gui couldn't bear it anymore and sent people to deal with them.

Feng Hanxiao and the other three also changed their expressions at the same time. They gathered around Wu Xiaohu in shock, protected Wu Xiaohu behind them, and looked up at the sky with doubts. Everyone secretly took out their own magic weapons quietly, waiting for the changes that might happen at any time.

"Three uncles! It seems that he is here for us!"

After feeling that the divine consciousness swept across the entire earth slope and finally condensed on himself and others, Wu Xiaohu felt cold in his heart and cried out in a low voice.

"Xiaohu! The three of us will hold him back, and you will immediately use the blood escape technique passed down by the clan to escape!"

Feng Hanxiao sent a divine thought to Wu Xiaohu with a solemn expression, and his face was already full of the intention of death.

Mo Ao and Tian Qi also showed a resolute expression.

"Xiaohu, remember, no matter what happens, you must save your life! You are all our hope!" Mo Ao also sent a message.

Wu Xiaohu's face was miserable, and he felt that at this moment he had an unprecedented desire for powerful power.

But before they could make any other moves, the divine consciousness suddenly withdrew, and then everyone felt as if they had suddenly fallen into a terrible quagmire, and their whole body strength was imprisoned!

The power in the quagmire-like realm was extremely powerful, and there was a terrible pressure that filled all places, making the imprisoned people unable to muster any strength even if they wanted to commit suicide.

A figure appeared not far in front of Wu Xiaohu without any sign.

Everyone looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in horror, but saw that the person who came was an old man in a green robe. The old man had no expression on his face, but his eyes looking at Wu Xiaohu revealed a hint of strangeness.

"If you have anything to say, come to us, don't embarrass him!"

Mo Ao struggled to break the power confinement with his own seventh-level power of the Yuanti and the magic power of the early stage of the God of Transformation, but the power that imprisoned them was too strong. In front of this power, he felt like an insignificant ant.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to cause you any trouble. I just have a few questions to ask him. You'd better not move until he finishes answering me."

To the surprise of Mo Ao and the others, the old man did not capture Wu Xiaohu, but spoke in a rather gentle tone.

Wu Xiaohu knew that he would not be able to escape this disaster today, so he said calmly: "Ask whatever you want, but if you want to hear words of surrender and begging for mercy from me, Wu Xiaohu, it's wishful thinking!" Wu Xiaohu straightened his spine with difficulty and said very hard.

Hearing Wu Xiaohu's name, the old man's eyes suddenly lit up and said: "Is your surname really Wu? Are you not a disciple of the descendants of the Savage Emperor?"