Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

After the soldier guarding the city gate finished speaking, someone on the side gave Zhang Yifeng and the others a form to fill in, filling in the content that the soldier had just said needed to be filled in.

Zhang Yifeng took over the form and filled in his name Xiuwei without any fraud.

Anyway, his cultivation is not linked to his strength, so it is still okay for this bit of information to be exposed.

Zhishen took the form and wrote down his name. His cultivation level was written as the peak of the Mahayana stage. Yuan Ling also honestly wrote down the first level of the Mahayana stage.

The soldier took over the form and looked at Zhishen's cultivation at the peak of his Mahayana period, with a look of shock on his face.

After casting a respectful look at Zhishen, the soldier looked at the forms filled out by Zhang Yifeng and Yuan Ling, and felt a little stir in his heart.

Zhang Yifeng and his party of three actually included two Mahayana monks. Such a combination was rare in Huangzhou.

I think I came to Huangzhou to see the world, but my cultivation level has not reached the level that I can thrive in Huangzhou.

Suddenly, the soldier noticed Zhang Yifeng's name on the form, and his pupils shrank slightly.

"May I ask this friend, your name is Zhang Yifeng, are you from Central China?"

Seeing the soldier's slightly surprised expression, Zhang Yifeng immediately understood that the other party seemed to know some information about him.

"Yes, my name is Zhang Yifeng, and I came to Huangzhou from Central Continent."

Zhang Yifeng said to the soldier in front of him in a neither humble nor arrogant manner. After hearing Zhang Yifeng's admission, the soldier nodded slightly and said nothing more.

"Then please invite the three of you to enter the city. Remember that Dragon City is not a safe place, and be careful to protect your personal safety."

"If anything happens, it will not be within the scope of Dragon City's responsibility."

The soldiers made way to enter the city and gave Zhang Yifeng and the other three instructions.

Zhang Yifeng did not reply, but just bowed his hands to the soldier, and then led Zhishen and Yuan Ling into the dragon city.

Seeing Zhang Yifeng's back entering the city, the soldier narrowed his eyes slightly and made a calculation in his mind.

"I really didn't expect that those lawless guys had been making trouble in the city for so long just because of such a guy."

"Now that this person has entered the Dragon City, it seems that the war that has just subsided is about to ignite again."

The corner of his mouth curved, and the soldier looked interested.

The more chaotic this Dragon City is, the better. The more chaotic it is, the better they, the soldiers of Dragon City, can fish in troubled waters and get more good things.

Zhang Yifeng didn't know what the soldier was thinking. As soon as he entered the dragon city, he was shocked by the sight in front of him.

The scene in this dragon city is not what Zhang Yifeng thought before coming. Instead, it is very prosperous and prosperous, with many vendors selling goods along the way.

There are many artists performing tricks in groups on the streets, just like a normal city.

This kind of scene might not be strange if it were placed in other continents, but this is a deserted continent, and its reputation as barbaric has always been resounding throughout the entire Lingyue Continent.

The smiles on the faces of the group of people in front of them did not seem to be fake, but they seemed to be sincerely happy.

It's just that these people are mortals after all, and they can be considered carefree compared to real monks.

Taking out a few copper coins that had not been used for a long time, Zhang Yifeng bought a candied haws from a roadside vendor.

As soon as he took a bite, Zhang Yifeng's taste buds were suddenly filled with a long-lost sweet and sour taste.

Seeing this, Zhishen on the side had a look of helplessness on his face, while Yuan Ling looked at the candied haws in Zhang Yifeng's hand, with a look of desire flashing in his eyes.

Yuan Ling has never tasted delicacies in the world. Even after he and Zhang Yifeng came out of Death Canyon for so long, they have been running around non-stop.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Li, even a monk needs to satisfy his lust for words."

Zhang Yifeng waved his hand as he spoke, took another bunch from the vendor and handed it to Yuan Ling.

Seeing the childlike looks of Zhang Yifeng and Yuan Ling, Zhishen shook his head and said nothing more.

The Dragon City is very big, and Zhang Yifeng, with just three people, cannot make any waves in the Dragon City.

Zhang Yifeng knew very well that the best place to obtain information was the restaurant in Dragon City.

There is a mixed crowd in the restaurant, and there are all kinds of people there, so you can definitely get the information you want there.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yifeng and the others asked passers-by where the largest restaurant in the city was.

The largest restaurant in the city is called Wangyue Tower, which is four stories high. Zhang Yifeng could hear the noisy sound inside before even entering.

Zhang Yifeng led people in, and immediately a waiter came up to him with a smile on his face and bowed respectfully to Zhang Yifeng.

"Three guests, which floor are you going to sit on?"

"I'm new here, so I'd like to ask my second brother to explain, what are the differences between each floor?"

"The guests are joking, but they don't dare to call me brother. Our Wangyue Tower has four floors. In addition to spending spiritual stones to enter each floor, we also have to prove that we are strong enough."

"The second level is emptiness and the third level is annihilation. Naturally, this fourth level can only be entered during the Mahayana period."

The waiter smiled and explained to Zhang Yifeng, waiting for Zhang Yifeng's choice.

Zhang Yifeng thought for a moment and chose the third level. Anyway, this first level was absolutely impossible.

There are no capable people in this first level, and the conversation is about daily trivial matters, which is of little help to Zhang Yifeng.

The waiter took the spirit stone and led Zhang Yifeng and the others up to the third floor of Wangyue Tower with a smile on his face.

There are no private rooms on the third floor, but there are fewer seats. There is a five-meter distance between each guest who comes to eat.

Zhang Yifeng had just sat down and was about to find a table of guests and listen to their conversation.

Suddenly a cold snort came from the side. Zhang Yifeng frowned and looked around. He saw four monks in blood-clothed clothes at the table five meters away from him.

Standing next to these people were four tall figures wrapped in black clothes. Their images were exactly the same as those of the Blood Puppet Pavilion disciples that Zhang Yifeng had seen before in Xishan Town.

Zhang Yifeng took a closer look and found that one of the four people was the young man who had spoken harshly to him at the gate of Xishan Town.

This young man was also observing Zhang Yifeng, as well as Yuan Ling and Zhishen beside Zhang Yifeng.

The cold snort just now obviously came from this person's mouth.

Perhaps out of concern for the power behind Wangyue Tower, the young man just stared at Zhang Yifeng threateningly for a while, then withdrew his gaze.

Just looking at this young man's appearance, it is obvious that he has not let go of his feud with Zhang Yifeng, and he may be looking for an opportunity to mess with Zhang Yifeng.

The fact is indeed as Zhang Yifeng thought. If it were not in Wangyue Tower, he would have called his companions to join him in another place.