Ancient fairy doctors in the city

Zhao Yang and others rode Garuda towards one direction.

After walking for half a month, I didn't even see a single person.

"Strange." Zhu Ya said in a deep voice, "Even if there are no human races in this area, there should be other races, right?"

"This area..." Zhao Yanggang said that he felt a sword intent soaring to the sky from a distance.

This sword intent, clanging and clanging, rushed to the heavens.

"The battle of the saints took place here." Liu Lijing's voice rang out in the audience, "There are the sword marks left by the saints."

"Sword mark?" Zhao Yang's eyes showed a burning color.

Zhao Yang is very clear that most of the exercises he practiced before are not enough after arriving in Zhongzhou.

After all, there are quite a few disciples in the Holy Land here.

Zhao Yang urgently needs to learn advanced exercises.

Zhao Yang was very interested in the sword marks of the saint.

When approaching the sword mark, Zhao Yang felt a splitting sensation in his skin.

"That sword mark is too strong." Zhao Yang changed color.

"No wonder there aren't any ethnic groups nearby." Xiang Hanyu's face revealed a look of relief.

Who would dare to live in this environment?

As she got closer to the location of the sword mark, Zhu Ya's face showed pain, and she had no choice but to use the body protection fairy light.

"As expected of the sword mark left by the saint?" Zhao Yang's face showed surprise.

From a distance, I saw a smooth mountain wall. This mountain wall seemed to be cut open by a sword. The mighty sword intent spread in all directions, and there were thousands of monks at the foot of the mountain wall.

These monks sat cross-legged and quietly comprehended.

"This is not left by the saint." The eternal green lamp was awakened.

"Could it be left by Emperor Zhun?" Zhao Yang asked in amazement.

"That's right, I can feel the emperor's power in this sword mark." The Evergreen Lantern said in a deep voice, "Zhao Yang, this is a great opportunity for you."

Zhao Yang nodded.

The sword marks left by Emperor Zhun?

When Zhao Yang and his party appeared in the field, they attracted the attention of many monks.

"Human race."

"Do these guys want to challenge?"

"The strongest in this area is the Great Holy Land, but the Holy Son of the Great Holy Land is not here."

"In addition to the Haoran Holy Land, there is Zhengyang Palace."

"The disciples of Zhengyang Palace can't even set foot on the land of a thousand meters."

When the monks present were discussing, Zhao Yang and his party walked towards the stone wall.

step!

Two steps!

Three steps!

When Zhao Yang and the others walked more than 500 meters away from the stone wall, a man in a blue shirt cupped his hands at Zhao Yang and the others, "Fan Yuqi, a true disciple of Zhengyang Palace, has met some fellow Taoists."

"Zhengyang Palace?" Zhao Yang heard of this place for the first time. "We have been cultivating in the mountains all these years, and we don't know many things about the outside world. Can you introduce something to me?"

"The area of ​​Zhongzhou is very large, and we have divided Zhongzhou into districts." Fan Yuqi explained softly, "And our place is the ninth district."

"How many districts are there in Zhongzhou?"

"nine."

"How is the strength of the Ninth District?"

"There are 36 holy places in the ninth district, and [-] quasi-holy places. As for the famous sect, there must be three to five thousand?" Fan Yuqi's words made Zhao Yang and the others look incredible. look.

36 holy places?One hundred and eight quasi-sacred places?

"I want to know how many holy places the human race has? How many quasi-holy places?" Zhao Yang continued to ask.

"The human race has only one Grand Holy Land, and there are three Quasi-Holy Lands, Zhengyang Palace, Xuyu Palace, and Heavenly Sword Palace." Fan Yuqi's words made Zhao Yang's heart sink gradually.

"The power of the human race is so weak?"

"Since the collapse of the fairy court, the human race has been suppressed by many parties. It is not easy to maintain this level today." Fan Yuqi sighed leisurely.

How could Fan Yuqi not know the situation of the human race?

It's just that this is not something he can change.

"This place is said to be the sword mark left by the seventh general of the Immortal Court. See if you can understand something?" Fan Yuqi pointed to the smooth mountain wall.

"The seventh general?"

"At the peak of Xianting, there were ten great generals, and the ten great generals were all in the quasi-emperor realm." Fan Yuqi showed pride on his face when he said this.

This is the pride of the human race.

Zhao Yang immediately stood up in awe.

The seventh general.

After bidding farewell to Fan Yuqi, everyone walked towards the stone wall.

Zhu Ya stopped not far away.

Xiang Hanyu stopped 800 meters away from the stone wall.

Seeing the monk present here, he was stunned.

"These guys are pretty good."

"Yes, those who can reach this point will at least be able to step into the quasi-sage realm in the future."

"Do you want to find a chance to kill them later?"

"The human race has died to such an extent, there is no need to kill them all? Don't forget that the human race still has strength after all."

"Hmph, it seems that you Tengu clan still miss the human race."

"That woman looks good, and I will strip her clothes off in public later."

Just when these guys were discussing unscrupulously, there was a trace of coldness in Zhu Ya's eyes.

But Zhu Ya didn't make a move.

As a killer, she knows when to get angry and when to keep calm?

The Garuda stopped when it was 500 meters away from the stone wall.

This is reaching its limit.

Zhao Yang walked steadily forward step by step.

400 m.

When Zhao Yang walked to the 300-meter area, the faces of many monks present changed.

"This guy's potential is a little scary."

"Holy One."

"Where did this guy pop out from?"

"I haven't heard of such a person in Haoran Holy Land?"

When Zhao Yang was 270 meters away from the stone wall, a girl stopped Zhao Yang's way.

"Are you a disciple of Haoran Holy Land?" the girl asked with a smile.

Zhao Yang shook his head.

"I'm Humei from the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan." The girl said as she stretched out her soft and boneless hands towards Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang was stunned.

But still lightly shook it.

"Zhao Yang."

"Zhao Yang? I haven't heard of it." The girl thought about it carefully, but she didn't think of which big power Zhao Yang belonged to?

"In the future, this name will be heard throughout the Ninth District." Zhao Yang said with a smile.

"You are very confident." The girl smiled.

"You look calm here, it seems that this is not your limit." Zhao Yang looked at the smiling girl and said.

This girl is extremely beautiful, with every frown and smile, she is as charming as nature.

"Isn't there no like-minded friends?" Hu Mei stretched her waist, revealing her fair belly.

Her waist is like a knife that seduces the soul, making many men's eyes straighten.

Zhao Yang took a look and then withdrew his gaze.

The girl is very attractive to him, but Zhao Yang will not waver.

"Then am I considered your like-minded fellow Taoist?" Zhao Yang said lightly.

Seeing Zhao Yang's clear eyes from beginning to end, the girl showed a look of surprise on her face.

"You are stronger than I imagined." The girl said seriously.