Chapter 1151: Return to Beizhou City

At this moment, there was a wave of fluctuations in the void, and a huge and luxurious flying boat emerged from it, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Among these people, the soldier in the Taiyi Golden Wonderland who was headed by them was embarrassed. Now, no one knows that Beizhou City is under martial law, and flying is prohibited for thousands of kilometers. Now someone is driving the Shenxing flying boat. On the edge of the city, it was made clear that he would not give face to the city lord of Beizhou, and even more so that he would not give face to the Alchemist Temple.
This Shenxing Flying Boat is the Enterprise, which traveled through the void for nearly ten hours before reaching Beizhou City.
The Enterprise landed slowly, and before it landed completely, thirty or forty soldiers quickly surrounded them. The weapons in their hands had been revealed. As long as there was something wrong, they would immediately shoot.
Before long, everyone headed by Yang Fan appeared, and the Enterprise number disappeared, which made the soldiers' expressions very nervous.
"Who are you guys, don't you know that Beizhou City now prohibits flying?"
A soldier dressed as a lieutenant stepped forward and pointed to Yang Fan's face and shouted. He wasn't stupid either. At a glance, he could see that the group was headed by Yang Fan.
Yang Fan frowned slightly. Before he could speak, an ant pointed at him.
"We are from Immortal Wuzong, come to participate in the alchemist conference."
King Dan Guhe stood up, revealing his identity before Yang Fan was angry.
A token was taken out, and a long sword stood on the token, which was the exclusive mark of the Excalibur Gate.
Upon seeing this, the lieutenant's attitude immediately took a 180-degree turn, stepped forward to greet him with a smile, and put away his weapon, arching his hands.
"It turned out to be an adult from the Immortal Wuzong. Of course adults can fly here. It's really disrespectful!"
After all, the side of the lieutenant's figure gave way.
A group of people led by the lieutenant officer to the passage in the center of the city gate, as a soldier fiddled with the jade talisman a few times, the restriction on this passage was opened, and Yang Fan and others walked into it. From the beginning to the end, only King Dan Furukawa opened his mouth.
As the figures of Yang Fan and his party disappeared at the gate of the city, the monks in line immediately started talking.
"I'm not mistaken, it's actually a senior of Xianwuzong, I thought they would not come to participate."
A wretched-looking monk was surprised.
"Xiongtai, why do you say that, as the top power in the downstream continent, isn't it normal to participate in the Alchemist Conference?"
A man with a Chinese character face patted the wretched monk on the shoulder, and asked politely.
"Your news is really lagging behind. A year ago, the dragon army in the middle reaches of the continent attacked Xianwuzong, causing great losses to Xianwuzong. I heard that only a few sixth-rank alchemists have also died. It can be said that Xianwuzong is no longer high. Alchemist of grade."
"That's the case, no wonder your friend is surprised."
The Chinese character face nodded.
"Wrong, you are all wrong."
Just when everyone was listening to the conversation between these two people, at the back of the team, one! The figure is like a child, with only a one-meter-two-three-meter monk opening his mouth. In his hand, he also held a folding fan following his opening. Everyone's eyes were on him, including the two- to three-hundred soldiers. .
"This fellow Daoist, what do you mean by this?"
The wretched-looking monk who spoke first was immediately unhappy and had a bad tone.
"Your news is out of date, I have heard the latest news from Xianwuzong."
Speaking of this, the dwarf monk looked around, trying to sap everyone's appetite.
"Hurry up and talk about it!"
An impatient monk couldn't wait to say.
"Three months ago, the Immortal Wuzong people headed by a person named Yang Fan went to Zhongyou Continent, directly in front of all the people who went to the wedding, beheaded all the dragon people, and even the guests died. "
hiss!
Including the group of soldiers, one after another took a breath.
"It's impossible, how could Xian Wuzong be the opponent of the Dragon Clan. Not to mention the destruction of the Dragon Clan, the Dragon Clan chief alone can destroy the Xian Wuzong in a group. I heard that the Dragon Clan chief is a quasi-saint-level powerhouse."
"Yes, the strength of the dragon clan is not what we can imagine. Immortal emperor realm powerhouses do not know how many. If it weren't for the origin of the dragon clan in the middle reaches of the continent, I am afraid that the dragon clan would have already entered the upper continent."
"Isn't it? The Heavenly Emperor of the High Heavenly Court in the Upper Continent is also a quasi-sage-level powerhouse. As long as there is a quasi-sage-level powerhouse in the sect, you can enter the upper-floor continent."
"..."
For a while, everyone was talking about it, and they didn't believe what the dwarf monk said.
"Unfortunately, the old man can testify that this is true. The Dragon Race has indeed been destroyed."
At this moment, an old man walked slowly behind the team.
The old man's beard and hair are all white, and he holds a piece of floating dust. He is wearing a plain dark blue robes. There is also a pill furnace pattern on the left chest of the robes. There are eight horizontal bars under the pattern, and the color of each bar is different. There is a "total" under the bar. Character.
"This costume is..."
The soldier of the Taiyi Golden Immortal at the gate of the city widened his eyes, and he recognized the sect represented by this costume.
Tatata!
The soldier hurried forward and bowed his hand to the old man.
"I have seen the elder of the Eighth Stage Alchemist in the Main Hall of the Upper Continent Temple."
The old man nodded, with his hands behind his back, and walked towards the central passage. He was restrained and looked like a mortal from a distance.
As the old man left, the soldier exhaled heavily.
"General, who was the old man just now, who didn't put us in his eyes?"
The lieutenant stepped forward and whispered.
However, what greeted him was a vigorous and powerful slap, and the scarlet palm print was clearly printed on his cheek.
"If you want to die, I don't mind sending you on the road right now. Do you know who he is? Elder Qin Heng from the main hall of the Upper Reaches Alchemist Temple, the eighth-grade alchemist, and the powerhouse of the dignified fairy state, just need You can defeat the city lord with one move."
The soldier's head was quiet, and when he spoke, his eyes were fixed on the old man who had gone away.
Gudong!
The lieutenant's heart tightened, and he couldn't take care of the pain on his cheeks at this time. At the same time, he was also glad that he could suppress the voice inquiry just now, otherwise there would be no good results.
At this time, at the gate of the branch hall of the Alchemist Temple in Beizhou City, Yang Fan and his party stopped, and a pair of guards at the door stood upright at the door to guard the group.
At this moment, a man in his 30s and 40s hurriedly walked out, saw Yang Fan, and smiled immediately.
"Brother Yang!"
The visitor was Lin Xuantian, the lord of the branch hall. The medicine alchemist badge on his chest had turned black, and there were eight horizontal bars of different colors underneath. Unlike the old man at the gate of the previous city, he did not have the word "Zong".