The Strongest Qi Refiner

Fang Yu walked past two Celestial Clans, who were discussing in low voices with their heads down.

The content of the words made Fang Yu frown and his eyes turned cold.

The response of the City Lord's Mansion was quick, and it was related to Sinan's family.

The reason why Sinan's family reacted like this was obviously because of Sinan's heart.

"In that case, the next stop... is to go directly to Sinan's house."

Thinking of this, Fang Yu continued to walk along the street.

Soon, he returned to the gate of the auction house.

The place where he killed Yuan Longyun was surrounded by a large number of monks wearing purple and gold robes.

"bass……"

Bursts of light flickered in the field.

There are also a large number of Gods and human slaves around, all watching this scene curiously.

The monks in purple gold robes all come from the City Lord's Mansion.

What are they doing right now?

Fang Yu narrowed his eyes and slowly approached the group of purple-gold robed monks.

Until he walked directly behind one of the monks, less than half a meter away... no one could find him.

Fang Yu looked forward with his hands behind his back.

I saw an old man with long white hair meditating in that area.

His suspension is about two meters above the ground.

And the source of the flickering light was his body.

The old man meditated in the air with his eyes closed tightly, and circles of halos spread out from his body.

The halo spread around and magnified infinitely.

"Is this trying to capture the traces of my departure through the remaining breath of the previous battle? This method is quite clever, but it's a pity that the pedestrians I took with Wu Heng were sent out by directly operating the law of space..."

Fang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the old man in front of him, and thought to himself.

"bass!"

Just as Fang Yu was staring at the old man, the old man suddenly opened his eyes.

At this moment, Fang Yu's line of sight coincided with his line of sight in the air.

The old man quickly shifted his gaze and scanned his surroundings.

"Master Qian, how is the situation?"

A monk in a purple-gold robe stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

The old man stroked the beard on his chin, and his feet slowly fell back to the ground.

He lowered his head, looked at the sword marks on the ground, and then at the city gate in the south.

Then, shook his head slightly.

"His aura was cut off not far away, and where he fled afterwards... can't be determined." The old man said slowly.

The purple-gold robed cultivator frowned, his face was not very good-looking, and said: "It seems that this lowly human beast is really powerful, and even Master Gan can't track his whereabouts..."

The old man didn't speak, and looked at the sword mark on the ground again.

"What should we do? Due to the request of the second lady of the Sinan family, the City Lord's Mansion is particularly concerned about this matter. The response from the Yuanlong family is even stronger, almost crazy... Besides, a lowly human race is in our Killing a direct descendant of an aristocratic family in public in the ancient city of Datong... This kind of thing is unheard of!"

"If it gets out, what will other big cities think of our ancient city of Datong?"

"No matter what, we have to find that bitch! Only by killing him can we calm down the anger and a series of things that may happen in the future..."

The purple-gold robed monk said to himself.

And the old man in front of him squatted down and touched the cracks on the ground, his brows became more and more wrinkled.

"My lord, have you found anything?"

Seeing the old man's movements, the purple-gold robed cultivator came back to his senses and hurriedly asked.

The old man was silent for a while, stood up, and said: "This sword energy... is far stronger than what the naked eye can see."

"...Huh? Forgive me for being stupid, I don't understand what Master Gan said." The purple-gold robed monk looked confused.

"It means... the sword energy released by the human race who killed Yuan Longyun and the seventeen slaves with one sword is the sword energy after forcibly suppressing it... not all of the sword energy." The old man said.

"Master Gan, what do you mean, that lowly human beast deliberately suppressed his strength?" the purple-gold robed monk asked with his eyes wide open.

"Yes, and... suppressed a lot, it's just a sword." The old man replied.

The purple-gold-robed cultivator's face was changing, and his eyes were constantly flickering.

"A lowly human race, how can it turn the sky upside down!? This is the ancient city of Datong! Master Qian, I will go back and report your discovery to the young master, and see how the young master decides..."

After finishing speaking, the purple-gold robed monk flew back, towards the rear, at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing this scene, Fang Yu's eyes lit up.

"Whoosh!"

He immediately took off, following behind the purple-gold robed monk.

Originally, he wanted to find a way to go to Sinan's house first.

But now, since someone is leading the way, it is a better choice to go to the City Lord's Mansion first.

"boom!"

When flying into the air, Fang Yu felt a powerful spiritual pressure coming from above.

But that doesn't mean he was exposed.

"This should be the restriction on the human race that Wu Heng said. There are also restrictions outside the city, but the intensity is far less than inside the city." Fang Yu thought.

However, the spiritual pressure does exist, and it is indeed very powerful.

But with this spiritual pressure, it is naturally impossible to suppress Fang Yu back to the ground.

Fang Yu just followed behind the purple-gold robe monk in front, and flew towards the depths of Datong Ancient City.

But Fang Yu didn't notice that when he flew into the air, the ears of the old man on the ground trembled suddenly.

Then, he raised his head and looked at where Fang Yu left!

...

After flying into the air, you can see the outline of the ancient city of Datong from a bird's-eye view.

It is indeed a very huge city.

At least, at the current height of five or six hundred meters, the edge of the city cannot be seen.

Heading north all the way, galloping fast.

The purple-gold robed monk was obviously impatient, and his speed was quite fast.

Fang Yu followed less than five meters behind him.

But he didn't feel it.

"Whoosh..."

It took about two quarters of an hour to fly.

The purple-gold robe monk finally swooped down.

At this time, a huge city had already appeared in the field of vision.

Seen from above, the surrounding wall just forms a square.

And within the walls, there are buildings one by one.

Obviously, this is the City Lord's Mansion of Datong Ancient City.

"Whoosh!"

There is also a defensive circle around the city lord's mansion.

Fang Yu was thinking about how to break the magic circle without anyone noticing, but the purple-gold robed monk landed at the gate.

He didn't land directly inside the City Lord's Mansion, but landed at the gate and knelt down on one knee.

It seems... this is the rule of the City Lord's Mansion.

"In the southeast of Xiaheng, I have something urgent to report to the young master."

The purple-gold robed monk lowered his head and said.

The three big characters of the City Lord's Mansion are on the horizontal plaque above the gate, exuding bursts of majesty and a terrifying sense of heaviness.

At this time, the two gates of the City Lord's Mansion were tightly closed.

After Heng Dongnan spoke, he waited for a moment.

"Come in."

"bass……"

At this time, the ground under Hengdongnan's feet suddenly glowed with light.

A burst of space law power radiated out.

Heng Southeast's entire body was shrouded in light.

"Whoosh!"

In the next second, it disappeared before Fang Yu's eyes.

"Transmit it directly..."

Fang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the front door.