Fu Molan rolled up Manager Pang's storage bag and turned around and flew towards Changrunqu.

Obviously.

Like Fu Yian, she was not at ease with Fu Shiyi.

When approaching Changrun Canal.

The sound of fighting in the distance gradually weakened.

At some point, a white magic array light shield rose in Changrunqu.

Unlike the bloody scene outside.

There is peace in Changrun Canal.

The monks inside traveled as usual, and the formations isolated everything that happened outside. The people inside didn't know that Baizhou City had changed.

Fu Molan and Fu Yian stopped outside the formation light cover.

Cheng Yezi pulled the strand of black hair that had fallen on the way to the back of her head.

A charming smile.

Many low-level monks were going out of the canal to work. A crowd of people gathered at the city gate, but there was no guard at the city gate at this time, and the city gate was closed. The low-level monks who could not get out were clamoring. Seeing that they had lost their work for half an hour, most of the day's wages were gone, and they couldn't help but get anxious. The crowd rushed to Wutong Lane, the canal owner of Changrun Canal, to ask for an explanation.

Such a big mess happened in Baizhou City.

A pair of round eyes opened like a gong, and a stream of spiritual pressure from the late stage of the Yuanying was released instantly. In fact, Cheng Yezi, who had a fake infant cultivation, retreated again and again, but was still suppressed by this spiritual pressure, and a wisp of blood oozed out of the corner of her mouth.

He looked at Cheng Yezi calmly, as if considering the intention behind the other party's words, and pondered for a moment.

The owner of Changrun Canal is the main Wutong Lane.

It was the sun rising at this time.

Cheng Yezi is confident.

She lowered her voice:

"Senior Dugu, you have been in this Baizhou City for nearly a hundred years. Isn't the purpose of this? Wangui Gate Ruins?"

At this time, Cheng Yezi stood in front of the other party with respect:

"Senior Dugu, there is an opportunity. I wonder if you are interested?"

Old Man Dugu looked up and down at Cheng Yezi.

"What did you say?!"

Fu Molan watched the monk who survived by chance had already flew towards the palace islands in the sky.

The two of them showed anxious expressions on their faces.

As soon as this is said.

But there was no trace of Fu Longwei in the princess's mansion.

"If you can't get in, the message jade pendant and message tree cannot pass the information in. What should I do if Aunt Six?"

It is said that it is just a fake pill monk.

However.

"I said I know who came out of the ruins of Wangui Gate just now!"

The old man Dugu said casually:

"My friend, what do you want to say? Let's hear it."

"Senior Dugu, I know that someone has just come out of the site of Wangui Gate."

The originally hunched body slowly became straight.

The old man Dugu was dressed like an old farmer. He took two sips of the hookah in his hand, squirted for a moment, and said lightly:

"I have already talked with your envoys. You want to rebel, revolt, and massacre the city. It has nothing to do with me, the lonely old man. I am not interested in the opportunity you mentioned!"

However.

"Let's go to the meeting point first."

The eyes of the old man Dugu who was smoking a hookah flashed.

Old Man Dugu could no longer calm down.

The two turned into a sword rainbow and disappeared from Changrunqu.

Changrunqu.

Murmur:

"So that's it, so that's it."

Then the spiritual pressure on the body was relieved.

Restore the appearance of an old farmer.

He reached out and touched a straw rope tied to his waist. A flash of glow, and a box that looked like jade, non-jade, non-wood, was suspended in the air. The box flew towards Cheng Yezi: "My friend Cheng, this is the treasure you have been asking for many times, take it!"
Chapter completed!