Chapter 83: Rest in the Small Building

Wei Xiong, who stood with his hands behind his back, had no expression on his face. No emotion could be seen on his square face, but a pair of eyes as sharp as needles were condescending, resting on Zhou Lieyang's body.

The world seemed to have fallen into endless silence again, and no one even dared to breathe loudly.

"To be able to easily neutralize two such mighty forces without making a sound, with such a level of cultivation and realm, is really... powerful."

His eyes were like lightning, and a murmur sounded in Ye Wuque's heart, but it also made his mind and will stronger.

At this moment, Zhou Lieyang was feeling very uncomfortable. He bent down slightly, facing down, holding fists with both hands, and looked straight at Wei Xiong. The wrinkles on his old face were wrinkled, his forehead was covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat, and his fierce eyes were Deep in his eyes, there was a deep sense of fear.

Because Zhou Lieyang felt a boundless coercion pressing heavily on his body through the sharp eyes on the horizon, as if he was falling into an abyss or facing hell. He felt as if he had turned into a lamb. Shivering in the biting ice and snow, helpless and desperate.

Although Qi Shilong on the other side acted exactly the same as Zhou Lieyang, he was extremely relaxed. His eyes glanced at Zhou Lieyang, who was desperately trying to endure, and a sneer flashed across the corner of his mouth.

"This matter ends here."

Withdrawing his gaze from Zhou Lieyang, Wei Xiong's words sounded faintly, but his tone was unquestionable, echoing in everyone's ears. Following Wei Xiong's words, everyone seemed to feel their surroundings relax, and there was no longer that silent depression and stagnation.

Zhou Lieyang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, knowing that he had made the right bet.

In the battle of a hundred cities, as long as you don't die, you don't care about the means.

This sentence was said by Wei Xiong himself. Zhou Lieyang knew that Wei Xiong had always been uncompromising and selfless. As long as the person was not dead, there was room for negotiation in everything.

As for the cultivation being abolished and the tendons broken?

If your skills are inferior to others, you deserve it!

"Okay, those who have passed the first stage of the Hundred Cities War after a short delay, come with me.

"

"Buzz"

The storage ring that Ye Wuque gave to Wei Xiong was sent back by a force, and the bloody sword was also sent into the storage ring again.

"Rumble"

Wei Xiong waved his right hand, and the white light gate on the horizon suddenly shone with dazzling white light, and the ethereal aura swept away again, completely covering the dozens of young monks who had passed the first stage of the Hundred Cities War.

Just when Zhou Lieyang was looking at the slender figure shrouded in white light on the horizon with a hint of chill, a faint voice suddenly sounded in Zhou Lieyang's ears, and the tone was also unquestionable.

"Cruel and bloodthirsty, there is no bottom line. After Zhou Huo recovers from his injuries, send him to Prison City."

Zhou Lieyang's old face turned pale instantly.

…

"Buzz..."

Two separate Yuanli apertures were pulled by a force to fly in the void.

The roar of Yuanli came to my ears. In one of the Yuanli apertures, Ye Wuque, Lin Yingluo, Sima Ao and the three Mo sisters stood side by side.

"Xiao Bai Ou, are you okay with the injury on your face?"

After touching Mo Baiou's little head, Ye Wuque asked with some distress.

"It's okay, Brother Ye, you will be fine in a few days, and you have avenged me!"

Her big eyes looked like crescent moons, and Mo Baiou smiled.

Putting her arms around Mo Baiou's shoulders lovingly, Mo Honglian continued, "I never expected that an old man like Zhou Lieyang would confuse right and wrong and want to kill you regardless of right or wrong."

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"If City Lord Qi hadn't come to help in time this time, Wu Que, you would have been in danger."

Sima Ao also looked scared.

"It seems that we need to be wary of this city lord of the Purple Fire City in the future."

Nodding gently, Lin Yingluo's cold eyes flashed with a faint light.

"Haha, don't worry. With City Lord Qi here, Zhou Lieyang doesn't dare to blatantly stumble me, but it's better to be careful."

Seeing that everyone was worried about his own safety, Ye Wuque felt warm in his heart and replied with a smile.

Then he glanced and saw Nalan Yan standing on the other side of the Yuanli aperture.

With a look on his face, Ye Wuque stepped forward, stopped in front of Nalan Yan, cupped his fists and saluted, and said with a smile, "Thank you so much, Miss Nalan, for your help."

It seemed that Ye Wuque's arrival was not surprising at all. The pair of beautiful moonlight eyes on Nalan Yanying's angry face shone with a trace of moisture.

She is tall and slender, wearing a white and green close-fitting martial arts skirt, with round shoulders and tall breasts. The close-fitting martial arts skirt wraps her slender waist, forming an astonishing and charming arc when it goes down, and then there is a pair of straight breasts. Beautiful legs, graceful posture, slim.

"Young Master Ye, you're welcome. If Mr. Ye hadn't arrived in time in Yuanyang Palace, it would still be a question of whether Nalan could stand here and speak. Therefore, if it comes to saving people, Mr. Ye should save Nalan first."

Nalan Yanying is usually very charming and intelligent. Many young talents in Tianfeng City are attracted by her sassy temperament that is different from other women. Nalan Yan is never seen showing her daughter's unique posture. .

At this moment, Ye Wuque was lucky enough to see her. Looking at the moist beautiful eyes with her bright eyes, Ye Wuque smiled slightly and said: "Miss Nalan said something serious. No matter what happened today, Ye will definitely do something about it in the next few days." "Report."

After the two exchanged some pleasantries again, Ye Wuque returned to the girls, sat cross-legged on the spot, and started practicing.

In the distance, Nalanyan's gaze occasionally glanced at Ye Wuque, who was practicing with his eyes closed, with an incomprehensible look.

"Haha, Nalan, you are staring at Ye Wuque so intently, do you have a crush on him? Tsk, tsk, now the young talents in our main city of Tianfeng are going to be sad."

The lively one among the other two monks in Tianfeng Main City suddenly smiled and spoke, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

The teasing coming from behind made Nalan Yan look away, and then she sat down cross-legged. She didn't answer, but her red lips curled up in a seductive arc.

This scene was watched by several women.

Xiaobai Lotus pouted her little mouth, while Mo Honglian seemed to be thinking about something. Mo Qingye, like Ye Wuque, was immersed in training. Only Lin Yingluo's cold eyes flashed with a hint of tranquility.

"Buzzing..."

The Yuanli aperture trembled in the void, and took off for half an hour in the blink of an eye.

"Huh? It's slowing down."

Mo Honglian, who was the first to wake up from training, noticed the state of the Yuanli aperture.

"It seems that the destination has been reached."

Ye Wuque opened his eyes with a flash of light in his eyes, stood up, and then the five of them stood side by side, waiting quietly.

"Buzz..."

The dazzling white light gradually dissipated, revealing a majestic figure, followed by dozens of young faces.

Wei Xiong, who turned around, stood with his hands behind his hands and said to the dozens of young monks in front of him: "In the next three days, you will have a good rest here and adjust your condition. After three days, someone will come to pick you up. ”

"call out"

After saying these words, Wei Xiong rose into the air, turned into a stream of light, and galloped away into the distance.

"Look! That's..."

Suddenly someone shouted, with a hint of excitement in his tone.

"Hiss! I read that right!"

"Is that... the first main city?"

"It must be right!"

…

There were bursts of exclamations among dozens of monks, their voices full of surprise and excitement, as if they had seen something extremely extraordinary!

A trace of shock and excitement also flashed through Ye Wuque's eyes. At the end of his gaze, in the direction of the stream of light that Wei Xiong soared into the sky, a huge golden city stood majestically far away from here!

Although separated by an extremely long distance, Ye Wuque could still feel the boundless power from that golden city!

Ruoyuanyang Palace gives people the impression of being vast and simple, as if it has accumulated years and has been quietly waiting for the destined person who can open it.

Then this golden city is ancient and domineering!

It lies there, as if it is sitting in time. Nothing can shake it, nothing can destroy it. It is ancient and powerful, domineering and majestic. The mottled years seem to be unable to describe it. There are only two other words. Okay, forever.

"The first main city...it's really fascinating!"

Ye Wuque, who withdrew his gaze, lowered his head slightly, his eyes fiery and bright, clenched his fists, and immediately he was the first to walk towards the group of buildings that were separated but connected to each other ten feet away.

"These small buildings also look extremely old!"

Looking at the simple and elegant small buildings in front of him, Mo Baiou spoke in surprise.

"That's natural. This should be the place where participants rest temporarily in every Hundred Cities War."

Then Mo Baiou said, and there was a trace of emotion in Mo Honglian's eyes.

The other dozens of monks also recovered from the excitement of seeing the first main city for the first time, and dispersed, heading towards the small building they selected.

"Yin"

A subtle sword chant rang out, Feng Caichen was carrying a long sword, his clear eyes flashed with twitching, as if he thought of something after seeing these small buildings.

Ye Wuque keenly noticed that most of the young strong men he had noticed on the white jade platform were still among them, but there were even more mysterious and powerful fresh faces.

There are three people in the southeast. The leader is wearing a black military robe and has a unique temperament. He stands out from the crowd. His aura is as deep as the sea. His whole body is exuding cold air, like a piece of ice that has not melted for thousands of years.

There are three people in the southwest, dressed in strange clothes. Although they look different, their temperaments are surprisingly the same. The three of them stand together, in perfect harmony, but give people an extremely dangerous feeling.

There are three big fat men in the east, each of them is like a mountain of meat and weighs at least three hundred kilograms. They are smiling innocently at this moment, as if they are harmless to humans and animals.

To the west, there are three pretty but pale women. This paleness seems to be inherent, not due to lack of Qi and blood. The three women's aura seems to be floating, their breathing is very shallow, but their bodies are extremely enchanting.

…

Looking around, Ye Wuque's heart became more and more strange. He once again glanced at Feng Caichen, who was carrying a long sword. Without stopping, he nodded to the others, randomly selected a small building, and flashed towards it. And go.

Sima Ao followed Ye Wuque closely and chose another small building on the left.

The remaining four girls also chose connected small buildings in order. In this way, they could take care of each other and if anything happened, they could arrive in the shortest time.

There are many empty small buildings, hundreds of them, enough for everyone to stay in temporarily.

The layout in the small building is extremely simple, with a round table, two chairs, and a wooden bed, and that's it.

Ye Wuque sat cross-legged on the wooden bed. He first circulated the fighting energy of the Holy Path and entered into practice. After practicing quietly for two hours, his closed eyes opened.

The storage ring on his right hand flashed, and a scroll appeared on his right hand. It was the scroll that he had taken from Zhou Huo in Yuanyang Hall, and it was still shining with a faint light.

"The lower-grade yellow-level secret skill, the Chigai Siyang Gong."

Then the storage ring flashed again, and another thing was taken out by Ye Wuque and held in his left hand. It was also a scroll.

"The lower-grade yellow-level secret skill, the Moon-Clear Treasure Mirror."

Exhaling lightly, holding a scroll in one hand, Ye Wuque suppressed a trace of excitement in his heart, and his mind echoed the words that Ji Yuanyang had told him at the edge of the Yuanli Crystal Flow.

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