Above the Immortal Cultivation

Wang Lu seemed to be indifferent to Peng Yong's words, but he actually took them to heart.

From the expressions of the hundreds of people who passed by earlier, almost 90% of the cultivators knew Peng Yong.

Xianglan City is indeed a big city, and there are many strong people in the God Transformation Stage. Since they are familiar with each other, it also proves from the side that he is a local cultivator in Xiangnan City, and he has almost no enemies. He is not a peaceful person, but at least he is not a sinister person, otherwise people would not leave casually when they see him, instead of avoiding him like a tiger.

If he had committed something heinous and heinous, the eyes that people looked at him differently would have betrayed him long ago.

For the time being, I believe that this is a simple conclusion he made about Peng Yong through the expressions of various passers-by.

However, Wang Lu did not decide whether to enter the legendary ancient withered sect.

Because people often see illusions, he wants to further clarify the other party's identity and the ancient sect that will appear in Qingshuibo of the Water Tribe in half a month.

Peng Yong said something very right, and he agreed very much:

Often, fatal or life-saving things are hidden in the details.

As for what he said, gathering five people and saving him once when they meet, he didn't take it to heart at all.

To save or not to save, it all depends on the thought of that moment.

Moreover, in order to dispel his doubts and other thoughts, no matter how sincere and heartfelt Peng Yong said, it was just a sentence.

Besides, it is not certain who will save whom.

This person is quite capable. Just by the slight breath of horizontal training that he leaked out, he determined the strength he possessed.

There is another point, Wang Lu always felt that something was strange. This time, Qingshuipo was definitely not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

Next, Wang Lu slowly merged into the crowd of people, and in the crowded sea of ​​people, he changed a new face again without anyone noticing, and set his cultivation at the middle stage of the Yuanying, the mainstay.

Through various channels, he even went to Yinluanxuan and found out about a famous wind mediator who specialized in selling information and was hard to find.

It was not easy to find this person, even some old monsters in the God Transformation Period often returned empty-handed.

However, money makes the world go round.

After spending a spirit crystal, combining several clues, and searching carefully for half a day and a night, Wang Lu came to a gathering place for ordinary mortals in the west of the city, 500 miles away from the city lord's mansion.

It was three quarters of the morning, in the early morning, the sky was slightly bright, and everything was hazy.

Xianglan City had a city defense formation, but it did not change the normal pattern of day and night.

At this time, there were sporadic craftsmen on the street fiddling with various breakfast cakes, and traders selling various fresh fruits and vegetables and slaughtering livestock also set up stalls to start a new day of business. They all deliberately lowered their voices and handled them as lightly as possible. Although the sound gathered together was small, it still seemed particularly clear and distant in this quiet morning.

Such a picture full of life and flavor made Wang Lu think of the time when he followed his mother tirelessly for a day and a night to the market early the next morning when he was a child. Every time his mother would buy him a few white and soft buns, he would smile and stuff them into his mouth. His mother would look at him gently, tear off small pieces and pass them to him from time to time.

Alas, time is gone forever.

The beauty of the past should be kept in my heart, and I should live bravely so as not to disappoint my parents' expectations.

Otherwise, they would not let me embark on this path of cultivation.

Wang Lu stood there, in a daze.

Of course, under the cover of the Jueshen Talisman, mortals could not find him.

Continuing forward, turning a side street, and walking another 328 feet, he stopped in front of an ordinary wooden door.

This is a door leading to a small courtyard. In order to avoid attracting the attention and suspicion of others, this family did not use a formation.

Wang Lu made a light gesture, turned into nothing, ignored the wooden door, and easily came to the courtyard.

What a coincidence?

This legendary famous wind mediator was meditating and practicing beside an old crooked locust tree in the courtyard.

He was a handsome young man, with a late Jindan cultivation.

Strangely, the spiritual energy here was thin. According to his eyesight, the young man did not take pills or use spiritual stones. What was he practicing?

Wang Lu observed carefully.

Suddenly, he understood that the other party's eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and all the pores of the body were slowly and bit by bit absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Silently, without shadow or form.

This is a very advanced technique.