The Journey Starts From the Fairy Tail

After talking with the person in charge, Zifeng drove away. Now Shenlong City is in a different place. He still has many things to deal with.

Under the flash of the knife, a figure backed away in confusion, squatting in the corner and panting.

Had it not been for this face to be popular, bystanders would definitely regard this breathless man as a rookie, because his power was only a second-class monk.

Today's Shenlong City can be compared with the Paradise of Elysium. Even though ordinary residents of the construction city rarely practice, they still have achievements of level 3 or higher, and will encounter more and more heights in the future.

In this environment, the second-level cultivation is really difficult to see. Whether it is a child or not, Zifeng is the only second-level monk in the entire architectural city.

Fortunately, he was a special case, and he didn't feel embarrassed.

"Hehe, brother-in-law, you are too weak, you are not my opponent!"

Murong Ziyue, who was wearing the armor, had a smug face and looked at Zi Feng proudly, obviously enjoying this kind of crazy abuse of the Lingdi powerhouse.

On one side, Long Morun and others wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, so they had no choice but to blunt their faces and look very uncomfortable.

"What is my girl proud of? Your brother-in-law is afraid to hurt you, otherwise you, an adult, will want to hurt him!"

Tyson said a fair thing. Of course, if he didn't turn around and smile, Zifeng would really treat him as a good comrade.

I have to say that Zifeng's past record is so amazing that he is an invincible brawny in the eyes of the residents. Therefore, when Zifeng was beaten by Murong Ziyue, there would be an irresistible joy in everyone's heart.

Even if they knew that this was because the body's strength on board the ship was too weak, they couldn't help but, this body was no different from Zifeng himself.

Zifeng didn't care about everyone's reaction, but raised his head and drank a bottle of rejuvenating medicine, and pointed at Mo Run.

"It's your turn, don't let the water flow down!"

A trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and Mo Run could only bite his scalp on the training ground, and acted as a duet for Xiang Zifeng for an hour.

In fact, it wasn't just Mo Run, no matter it was Qianlong or Tyson and others, they were all Zifeng pulling hard to act as partners, just to let Lord City Lord develop the potential of his body as soon as possible.

At the same time, Robert and others also specially distributed a large amount of medicine for Zifeng, each bottle is very valuable and can help him recover in a short period of time. It is in this way that Zifeng has risen to two levels a day, just like a rocket!

Apart from Zifeng, no one in Shenglong City can bring such a high-standard boxing team. You should know that everyone here has an important role, and the workday is very busy.

The weak Feng-shaped Zifeng was about to start a battle with Mo Run, suddenly his face changed.

Mo Run also noticed this scene, raising his saber and slowly hanging down.

"City Lord, what's the matter?"

Zifeng nodded, threw away his saber, and said in a deep voice: "The drone found a village with many alien creatures about 5,000 kilometers away from us!"

Hearing Zifeng's words, Qianlong and the others were all beaming, and hurriedly followed him to the command cabin of the battleship.

When Zifeng and others arrived by bus, the command cabin of thousands of square meters was crowded with busy people. Dozens of holographic images were hung around, giving a clear view of a village inhabited by an indigenous people.

Seeing Zifeng coming, the crowd saluted one by one. Then an officer in a black combat uniform began to report: "The alien village you see now has about 300 residents. The surrounding resources are poor and the living conditions are primitive and backward. It is impossible to determine whether there are monks."

Zifeng looked at the image on the screen and nodded slightly. "Have you searched around the village? There shouldn't be only one solution."

"We have searched 500 kilometers and there are no other villages, but we have found some ruins that seem to have been abandoned for a long time."

"Very well, let's go directly to the village now, I think there will be surprises soon!"

According to Zifeng's instructions, Shenlong City hovered in the air for two days, slowly accelerating, and suddenly pierced through the dark clouds and walked away.

...

The villagers of Baiya Village looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, crawled out of the tent weakly, and slowly gathered in the middle of the village.

Due to lack of food throughout the year, every villager looks very thin and weak, and his standing posture shakes from time to time.

After seeing the villagers gathered together, a tall and thin man stood up and shouted to the crowd: "We are still digging old trees and roots today. Now everyone should work harder to dig the roots, otherwise the village The food inside will run out soon!"

The tall man is the head of the village, a leader elected by more than 300 people.

After listening to the village chief's words, the villagers looked a little ugly, but they quickly recovered their numbness.

This is not the first time such a thing has happened, everyone has long been used to it.

In this barren land, food is the most precious thing. In order to get enough food, they walked around and led an uncertain life. Every once in a while, villagers will die of hunger and disease, and the number of villagers will decrease.

After a few faint shouts, the villagers walked out of the village with simple tools and dug on the hillside. This place has been excavated by villagers before. The ground is full of mud and gravel. Several dry and broken tree stumps exist independently, with deep roots.

The villagers kept cleaning up several old trees around, just to dig the roots of the old trees deep underground in order to get deeper starch and precious water in the roots.

Physical weakness greatly reduces work efficiency. The soil mixed with rocks is unusually hard. The villagers did not use the tools that had been digging for a whole day, but only broke the soil on the surface.

The village chief watched the slow pace of the villagers. Although he was worried, he was helpless.

In order not to starve themselves to death, none of the villagers were lazy and slippery, but their bodies were too weak and needed several people to move a slightly larger stone.

The village chief sighed, picked up a head-sized stone, stumbled out of the pit, and threw it out with all his strength.

The village chief took the water bottle made of bones from his waist and took a sip carefully. The feeling of dry cough was also relieved a little.

Looking at the desolate land around him, a trace of anxiety flashed in the village chief's dry eyes. He didn't know if he would have such good luck to find a new ancient tree before the food was almost gone.