Chapter 122: Titan City (recommended collection)

A week later, Jianyi still had ten elders summoning twenty disciples including Yang Fanzai.
Excluding Yang Fan, they were powerful disciples headed by Long Yangjun, the newly promoted elder brother of Inner Sect.
I haven't seen it for half a year, but Long Yang Jun's strength has slightly improved. Although it is in the mid-term of infant change, it is about to enter the later stage.
"I won't say anything extra. After entering the secret space, everything will follow Monkey King's words."
The nineteen people looked at each other without any comments.
"Well, that's the way it is, prepare your own things, gather here in a quarter of an hour, and prepare to go to the secret place."
When the nineteen people disbanded, Jian Yi solemnly said to Yang Fan.
"These people are all elite disciples of my Divine Sword Sect. Uncle Master must protect them."
"Don't worry, unless there is a moment of life and death, I will not take action at other times. After all, young eagles always have to learn to fly, and the ignorant protection is harming them."
Jian Yi nodded.
"I don't yet know the rules to follow after entering the secret."
Ten elders: "..."
Jian Yi: "???"
"The rule is that there are no rules. Anything will happen in it, murder and treasure will happen every time, these are also defaults."
Yang Fan smiled, and a quick way to obtain treasures grew in his heart.
Soon, the nineteen members of Longyang Jun prepared their own things, and led by Jian Yi himself, they went to a huge city called Titan City in the northern part of the Huoyuan Continent. It is the largest city in the Huoyuan Kingdom and covers a large area. The surface area of ​​the moon is about 38 million square kilometers, and the whole is a square with a length of more than 6,000 kilometers.
Even Yang Fan, flying at full strength, 500 times the speed of sound, would take more than half a minute to reach the other side.
Titan City has another name, called Tianji City, where the Tianji Pavilion is located in Titan City. Here, the Tianji Pavilion is the strongest, and the owner of the Tianji Pavilion is even a powerful man who has completed the Mahayana period. In addition to his own strength, he will also have a kind of divination technique that has been lost in ancient times.
To be more professional, the master of Tianji Pavilion has already mastered how to use causality.
Causality is very volatile.
In front of a strong person who is proficient in causality, even if it is something you have done, even if you don't remember, he can see it through the line of cause and effect. It can even interfere with your luck through the line of cause and effect.
The strong in the Mahayana period is terrifying.
In less than half an hour, Jian Yi took Yang Fan twenty people to Titan City, which was 10,000 kilometers away from Divine Sword Gate.
As soon as I landed, I saw a large number of soldiers' handles at the gate of the city. Everyone was guarded strictly for fear of criminals entering the city.
In the rightmost passage at the gate of the city, some monks lined up to enter the city.
The gate is very large, with five passages, each of which is ten meters wide. To be so, the two passages on the right side of the city still line up long.
In the central passage, few monks pass through, because this one is for those with extraordinary status.
As Jian Yi took the lead and approached the central passage, many cultivators looked around.
The lieutenant officer of the group of soldiers at the gate of the city obviously knew Jian Yi, and when he saw him coming, he hurriedly brought many soldiers to bow his hands.
"I have seen the Sword Master."
Jian Yi is unmoved and speed is not reduced.
"Head? Which force?"
Many monks around were talking about it.
"The lieutenant called that man's sword head just now. Could it be that it's the head of the nearby Chunyang Jianmen?"
A middle-aged monk asked in doubt. "impossible!"
An old man with the strength of the infant transition period said in a deep voice.
"Have you noticed the disciple behind that person?"
Only then did the surrounding people react, and found that those with the lowest cultivation base were also in the middle stage of Yuan Ying.
"Among the twenty disciples, at least five of them cannot be seen through cultivation."
"Senior, what is your strength?"
A young monk asked carefully.
"Infant change."
hiss!
Everyone took a breath.
"I'm afraid, those people are not simple."
A female monk said with envy.
"I remember."
A voice came suddenly.
Everyone looked at it together and found that it was a child who was only fifteen or six years old.
"Among those disciples, wearing yellow clothes with an enlightenment character behind them is an inner disciple of Shenjianmen, called Sun Wukong. And he has an amazing identity."
"Little baby, don't sell it, just say it."
"He is also an 8-rank alchemist."
As soon as he said this, not only the monks who were going to enter the city, but also the soldiers at the gate of the city were silent.
"What a joke."
Finally, a middle-aged man couldn't help but yelled.
"That young man is only 500 years old at most, a five-hundred-year-old 8-rank alchemist, who would believe it?"
The previous old man shook his head, unhappy that the child was so young that he was so nonsense.
"Really, I saw it with my own eyes. At the Dragon City Alchemy Conference, I saw him sitting on the judges' bench, and next to him was the president of the Alchemist Union."
This time, someone finally began to doubt that it was true.
But still most of the monks did not believe it.
Soon, Yang Fan and his party came to a quaint pavilion, where people were already seated.
The pavilion is very big, some stone tables, some stone tables are already seated.
"Jianyi, you are finally here!"
Before approaching, a strong voice came.
It is Yao Zun, the president of the Alchemist Union.
"Brother Yao, don't come here unharmed."
The two met and bowed to each other.
Then sit together and drink tea.
Yang Fan looked around and found that not only the disciples of the nobles from the other four countries, but also the people from the Swordsman Sect had come, but the leader was not Tyrant, but an elder Yang Fan had never seen.
A middle-aged person, the strength is about to complete the catastrophe.
"Sun Wukong!"
An extremely pleasant and familiar voice sounded, Yang Da turned his head to see that the person here was Qu Youyou.
Qu Youyou wore black long dress and trousers in ancient costume. His hair was tied with hosta, and his lips were decorated with red paper, which was very bright red.
As the second place, there were also 20 disciples from the Alchemists' Union this time. Except for Qu Youyou's strength in the early stage of the change, Yang Fan also found that among the other disciples of the Alchemists' Union, the naive disciples became perfect.
It seems to be aware of Yang Fan
Looking at him, the person and Yang Fan met.
"Five products?"
Yang Fan caught a glimpse of the fifth-grade alchemist badge on the man's chest and raised his brow.
"Sun Wukong, that is an inner disciple of my pharmacist union called Han Feng. Although it is not a personal biography of the president, I heard that the president recently wanted to accept him as a named disciple."
Qu Youyou laughed.
"Named disciples all have five ranks, how many ranks does the direct disciple need?"
Yang Fan was surprised, said.
Qu Youyou stretched out his hands, comparing his left hand to five and his right hand to six.
"Achieving Rank 6 before the age of 500. Unfortunately, Brother Han Feng is almost 600 years old."