Chapter 882: All the people to cultivate immortals (2)

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"This friend, I don't know what's going on?"
"I am going to go to the river to get water. I don't know if the friend wants to go with me?"
"Very good."
......
"Look at me this tai chi and eight steps! Elegant and elegant!"
"No, no, don't you, let me see if my five-line punch is right..."
With the monsoon smoke that I have seen, I have completely liberated myself. I moved the set of cultivation to the floating city, and even the new layout of the city was turned upside down under her mind.
The buildings full of ancient atmosphere are overthrown one by one, and antique buildings such as hexagonal pavilions are filled with oriental colors.
Smoothly, the monsoon smoke also made a big stroke, directly gave up the costumes in this world, and painted one by one in his mind, the sleek gowns and the skirts, and found the people in the city who are good at tailoring. Come out.
When the monsoon smoke first wore a white long skirt and walked on the street with celestiality, it instantly shocked the eyes of a voter, followed by...
Everyone in the city of Fuguang began to imitate the clothing of the monsoon smoke to give himself a few sets.
However, in the half-month period, the city of Fuguang has completely changed its appearance. Everyone is modest and courteous. They open their mouths and
dance friends
. The three sentences are not separated from the aura, and the clothes are full of oriental colors.
Not only that, but even the evil sword of the monsoon smoke has attracted the attention of many people.
Using the swordsmen who used to epee, they began to sneak out the sculpt of the sinister sword, and found the blacksmith sneakyly, so that the blacksmith could create something for himself.
Then...
In the city, the monsoon smoke can't see a few people who are armed with swords. The long-sworded sword is hung around the waist, and it is matched with the costumes of the oriental color...
Monsoon smoke must be suspected, whether it has returned to the past thousands of years before the Chinese ...
But for this...
Although the monsoon smoke was a little bit smirking, it was very joyful. Even with it, she changed the master's staff.
Holding dust in each hand.
Looking far away, there is still a bit of temperament.
At this moment, the floating city is completely isolated from the world and has opened up a new world of paradise.
People are pleasantly surprised by this novelty, but I don't know, but there are already smokes in the Happy Valley.
After the monsoon smoke defeated Gong Huiyu in January, a group of unexpected guests knocked on the gates of Fuguangcheng.
Outside the new gate of the floating city, a group of people with bronze ghost faces sat high and stopped.
The man who led the head, when he saw the golden round nails and the vermilion city gate, the eyeballs almost came out. He raised his head subconsciously and looked at the original name of the floating city. The tower of the city was ejected, but only the two types of dark gold ore were used to create the two types.
"天庭??"
What is this ghost? Isn't this a floating city?
The head of the man’s face was wrong, and the two words came together to know him, but when they got together, he couldn’t recognize it.
"Captain, here... is it really a floating city?" The face of a ghost-faced man behind the head of the man was full of arrogance. The city in front of him was strong and mighty, not like the once dilapidated city.
Except for the same location, even the city wall and the city gate are completely different.
The head of the man’s mouth twitched slightly, his eyes swept over the masonry carved on the wall with a sculpted mantra. He always felt that...the city was weird.