Supreme Alchemy

"Both brothers, is this your first time here?"

Soon a figure came over quickly.

This is a burly middle-aged man.

The big man's voice was like thunder, giving people a feeling of boldness.

He carried a large sword on his back and was full of momentum.

This big man's strength is not weak, he is at the sixth level of the Imperial Martial Realm.

"Ang, what happened the first time?"

Mo Wenjian raised his neck, his arrogance evident in his words.

However, the big man didn't have any dissatisfaction, and the smile on his face remained.

"A knife in the lower section. Are the two young brothers also here for Jiming Temple?"

The big man took the initiative and said his name.

He looked magnanimous and seemed not to care about his abruptness at all.

"What are our brothers doing here? It's none of your business? If you have something wrong, get out of here and don't stand in my way."

Mo Wen Jian's eyes were higher than the top, he scolded, and immediately left with Xiao Changfeng.

"Brother, I misunderstood."

Duan Yidao smiled and spoke again.

His eyes were mainly focused on Mo Wenjian.

After all, this is a strong man in the Imperial Martial Realm.

As for Xiao Changfeng, he was mediocre and couldn't sense any powerful aura.

Therefore, he was directly regarded as Mo Wenjian's servant.

"I see that this is your first time here, so I would like to offer myself as a guide to earn some money."

Duan Yidao said sincerely, his eyes clear.

"Guide? Then you take me to dinner first. After traveling for more than ten days, my mouth has long faded away. If the food is not delicious, you will never get a spiritual stone."

Mo Wenjian glanced at Duan Yidao up and down before speaking.

But his tone was still condescending and arrogant.

"Don't worry, brother, I, Duan Yidao, have lived here for more than ten years. I can't guarantee anything else. I am most proficient in eating and drinking."

"There is a century-old shop here, and the Qianhong Zui inside is excellent. I guarantee that you two will eat and drink well."

Duan Yidao patted his chest in assurance.

"Lead the way!"

Mo Wenjian waved his hand, and immediately Du Yi Dao began to lead the way.

As for Xiao Changfeng, he remained silent.

Followed behind Mo Wenjian.

"I didn't want to kill anyone. Since you are looking for death, I have no choice but to help you."

Xiao Changfeng's expression remained motionless, but his spiritual consciousness had already spread.

Duan Yidao's plan was completely invisible to him.

It was obvious that he regarded Mo Wenjian as a disciple from an aristocratic family who came out to practice.

Arrogant, arrogant, rich, and rich in treasures.

This is the distinctive characteristic of disciples from aristocratic families.

In Xizhou, in addition to the three temples and one pagoda, there are also many forces and families.

Some family disciples like to travel.

Jiming Temple is one of the three temples.

Naturally, it attracted a lot of people.

Every year, people come to Mass Burial City, and some want to see Jiming Temple.

Some want to worship at Jiming Temple.

Among them, disciples from aristocratic families are the biggest fat sheep.

Their realm is high, but their combat power is weak, and they have many treasures but few intentions.

In the eyes of the warriors in the mass burial city, such a person is just a piece of fat meat.

Yidao indeed thought so at this time.

"Finally, a fat sheep has arrived. This time, Lord Evil Emperor and the others will take the big head, and I can share some of the soup."

Duan Yidao thought in his heart, but the boldness on his face was very strong.

He is not alone.

Behind him, there is an organization.

Specifically used to deal with these foreign fat sheep.

As for Mo Wenjian's identity, he never worried.

The people gathered in this mass burial city are all vicious people, who have few lives on their hands and have not been hunted down before.

Just kill him, even if there is a saint behind him.

They couldn't find any trouble in the mass burial city.

If the sky falls, Jiming Temple will still hold it up!

"This fat sheep is at the first level of the Imperial Martial Realm. Lord Evil Emperor should be able to handle it. However, Lords Ghost Emperor and Night Emperor will not let go, but this is their business. It is enough for me to earn my small share." ”

Duan Yidao is not greedy.

He knew very well that he was only in the Imperial Martial Realm, and there were many more powerful than him in this mass burial city.

I took the initiative to lure you into the urn, no matter what, I still have the money for the errands.

He only earns money for running errands and doesn’t dare to take anything else.

As for the Evil Emperor, Ghost Emperor and Night Emperor, they are the three most powerful Imperial Martial Realm experts in Mass Burial City.

They each have their own power and occupy one side, and they can be regarded as the overlords in the mass burial city.

As for the powerful ones in the powerful realm, they had already worshiped in Jiming Temple, so how could they be buried in this city?

"There are the most people in the Tianwu Realm and the Imperial Martial Realm, and there are also two people in the Imperial Martial Realm!"

At this time, Xiao Changfeng's consciousness spread out, covering three thousand meters.

Within three thousand meters, he sensed the strength of many warriors.

There are no ordinary people in the mass burial city, let alone weak warriors.

Because he was weak, he had already been eliminated by others.

Within a range of three thousand meters, there were two strong men in the Imperial Martial Realm.

Although he is only at the first or second level of the Imperial Martial Realm, he should not be underestimated.

At this time, everyone's eyes were still on them.

As if waiting for an opportunity.

"Three parties!"

At this time, Xiao Changfeng also judged the three major forces through observation.

The warriors on the Evil Emperor's side basically wear long dark red clothes.

The warriors on the Ghost Emperor's side were wearing navy blue short shirts.

A warrior on the Night Emperor's side, dressed in black attire.

Different clothes and different smells can be easily judged.

Obviously the Three Emperors had no intention of being secretive about this.

"Two young men, we have arrived at the Li Family's Old Store!"

Duan Yidao finally brought them to the destination.

There was a five-story inn in front of them.

The first and second floors were for eating, and the third floor was for accommodation.

Soon, the three of them walked into the Li Family's Old Store, which had many customers.

But after seeing Xiao Changfeng and Mo Wenjian, they all became strangely quiet.

Duan Yidao ignored them and took Xiao Changfeng and Mo Wenjian to the second floor.

"Bring up all the good wine and good food to me, I'm not short of money!"

Mo Wenjian slapped the table, revealing the four storage rings on his fingers.

The four storage rings of Mo Wenjian were all high-level storage rings, with large internal space and many things to hold.

"Wang Mazi, did you hear that? Bring up all the good wine and good food to the two young men!"

Duan Yidao also shouted at a pockmarked waiter.

"Yes, yes, I'll go right away."

Wang Mazi nodded and bowed, and left quickly.

"Hey Yidao, I heard that Jiming Temple is here, how come I haven't seen it for so long?"

While waiting for the food and wine, Mo Wenjian also asked.

Although he knew that Jiming Temple was open once every hundred days, he didn't know the exact time.

Since Duan Yidao took the initiative to deliver it to his door, he would naturally not let it go.

While Xiao Changfeng spread his spiritual sense, he also paid attention to this place.

The first day of June is the Three Temples Buddhist Conference. If it takes too long, he might give up Jiming Temple and leave directly.

After all, people from Jiming Temple can also be seen at the Three Temples Buddhist Conference.

"Jiming Temple is open once every hundred days, and it's not time yet."

Duan Yidao also understood that if he didn't say something, he couldn't gain Mo Wenjian's trust.

Besides, this is not a secret.

"Three days later, I heard that when the cock crows and the sun rises, you can see Jiming Temple!"