Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?

"I believe it, how could I not believe it."

Han Yu answered with a firm tone and a sincere face.

Little Liuli finally recovered and asked dejectedly.

"I am just simple, not stupid, do you believe it?"

It seems that the bottle's move caused a lot of damage to the spirit of the weapon. Now Xiao Liuli even doubts whether he is stupid.

"Then do you believe that this is a city?"

Han Yu also looked up at the top of the city with the words "Qingzhou City" engraved on it and asked.

"This should be considered... right!"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Xiao Liuli hesitated.

It's no wonder that Han Yu and the spirit of the weapon have such tangled expressions. Han Yu stood alone under the city of Qingzhou.

There are paths covered with weeds on the left and right, and the old city walls covered with green moss are looking up. The gate at the entrance of the city is nowhere to be found. In broad daylight, there is not even a guard on duty.

It is really desolate no matter how you look at it.

Is this the base of the Ziqiang Sect?

How did these guys think of coming here?

"Outsider? First time here?"

Just when Han Yu was staring at the city gate in a daze, a voice suddenly came from behind.

Looking back, he saw a young man in his twenties, with a messy head, a coarse linen shirt, a square face and thick eyebrows, and a rather heroic demeanor.

What attracted people's attention the most was the large sword half the width of the door panel on his back, and the one-foot-long red gourd tied around his waist.

He looked dusty, with many mud spots all over his body.

"This rookie has a good cultivation at a young age!"

Xiao Liuli suddenly spoke in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Rookie? Is it so vague to report a realm now?

I didn't follow the cultivator system, so I couldn't sense the other party's true essence to judge the realm.

"What realm is the rookie you are talking about?"

Han Yu could only ask without shame.

"Except for the realm of peeping at the spirit, what other realm is worthy of being called a rookie."

Xiao Liuli smacked his lips and said with a click of his tongue.

This is a bit outrageous. In a small sect, a peek-at-God realm cultivator is a sect master-level existence. In a large sect, even if he is not an elder, he is still an upper-class person.

As a result, in the eyes of little Liuli Yan, they all became noobs.

It seems... since he was able to kill a peek-at-God realm cultivator, this guy has regarded the peek-at-God realm cultivator as a noob.

Han Yu's face suddenly turned black. It turned out that he was using himself as a standard.

A huge palm suddenly waved in front of Han Yu. The young man looked strange. He looked at Han Yu standing there and suddenly became dazed, and his face kept changing. His heart was beating fast.

Is this person sick?

——

"These people are definitely sick!"

The old madman Luo Yuqi watched a special large iron pot put into his head, and then a stream of cold water continued to release water into the iron pot.

The shape of the iron pot was extremely strange. Under the layer of water, there was another layer.

Now these old guys have been blowing towards the bottom with spiritual fire. In just a moment, the water above his head gradually boiled up, and bubbles rolled in front of his eyes, but he didn't feel anything.

These lunatics really want to eat me, no joke!

For a moment, people as crazy as Luo Yuqi were also scared to death. They have lived for so many years and have seen all kinds of storms, but when have they seen such a crazy thing.

My life is over!

After half an hour, Luo Yuqi was stunned, staring at the green soup in front of him with his eyes.

He didn't die? Not only did he not die, he was even unharmed.

The old men in the Transcendent Realm around him seemed to be accustomed to it. In the past half month, which part of the ginseng king's body had not been boiled by them in this special iron pot.

Not to mention boiling, they have refined ginseng oil before, and controlled the spiritual fire around the ginseng king to keep baking. It didn't take long before drops of ginseng king's essence penetrated from all parts of the body. If the life source contained was not still too low, several people really planned to bake the ginseng king every day.

The elder took out the bowl and chopsticks familiarly, filled a bowl of soup, and drank a sip. His old face suddenly became a ball, and he sighed.

"The head of this ginseng king is not much different from other parts. It seems that it's a waste of effort."

The other people each filled a bowl, scattered in twos and threes, and just took a sip, and their faces were all tangled.

"This won't work. If it continues, I guess everyone should prepare a coffin."

A strong man sighed.

"I have never met such a stubborn medicinal material. Damn it, I can't squeeze out even a drop of medicinal properties."

A certain strong man put down his bowl and chopsticks in a rage, walked in front of the ginseng king, and slapped Luo Yuqi's old face several times.

It's so infuriating!

The source of life that is so rich that it is terrifying is right in front of them, but a group of people just can't do anything with it.

It's just a spiritual medicine! Even if a strong man of the same realm was processed by them like this, there would be nothing left.

"Maybe the rare treasures of heaven and earth are blessed by heaven and earth. Our method doesn't work. It must be the wrong direction."

Some strong men turned their minds and said calmly.

"Is this the wrong direction? It doesn't matter if it can't be cut, and it can't boil anything. The ginseng king has drunk a lot of bath water. No matter how rare it is, it is just a spiritual medicine. Can it really be blessed by heaven and earth?"

At that moment, an old man spoke unconvinced.

"Wrong direction? I have a new direction."

The elder of Wushuang Tower, who had been listening to the argument of everyone, suddenly spoke.

Everyone thought he was going to propose the idea of ​​refining the whole pill again, and they were about to interrupt.

"No, we won't refine the pill this time. Let's join forces and try to skin the ginseng king."

Luo Yuqi's eyes, which could not blink, stared straight at the elder, and an endless chill surged in his heart.

Skin!

They just cooked my head, and now they want to skin me!

——

When Han Yu came to his senses, he found that the little chicken mentioned by the spirit of the instrument had disappeared.

He stood alone at the gate of the huge city.

After entering the city, there were only a few pedestrians. The houses and shops around were old, and most of the houses were even covered with vines. Several wooden doors creaked in the wind.

After walking for a while, another group of people came towards them, with different clothes, each equipped with a sword, and walked briskly towards the outside of the city.

"Cultivator!"

Little Liuli said concisely.

Even the original few people.

This is a bit strange. No civilians were seen, but all the monks were seen.

Could it be another Yanbo City?

But it doesn't look like it. This city is desolate inside and outside. Which monk likes to go to such a place.

With a lot of questions in his mind, he found the main road again and walked around for a while. What he saw were abandoned houses and narrow alleys overgrown with weeds.

There is no government office here!

Since there is no government office, there is naturally no guard.

Even a prefecture as chaotic as Yanbo Prefecture would have a guard, why is there no guard here?

After walking for a while, he found a place with a rare smell of fireworks.

A dilapidated inn, the two wooden pillars had been eaten away by insects and ants, the door was ajar, and a smell of meat wafted from inside.

Han Yu frowned and walked in.

"Waiter!"

Han Yu called out loudly, and a figure walked out slowly.

The four looked at each other in surprise.

The man who came out with wine and meat was the young man we met before!

The young man looked strange. Wasn't this the man who was in a daze just now?