"The ones on the case table are not the same, but those sitting under the case table are the same as you and me...

Don't remember this wrongly, if you don't want to be put on the table..."

Yan Jing was silent, extremely complicated.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Wei Changshou is the most prestigious ten rulers in the lower city. He not only comes from a famous family, but also never discriminates against casual cultivators.

Mortals are even allowed to set up stalls in front of the door to make profits.

But who knew that he was a regular visitor at the Five Young Master's Sect and one of the earliest guests...

"This is the world, I have no choice!"

Wei Changshou sighed long and his eyelids drooped:

"Let's go, go to the banquet."

...

...

Click!

Before the sun sets west, the sea of ​​clouds in the sky has gradually turned into ink. The lightning and lightning dragons are running around, and heavy rain falls.

The city that had been noisy for a day, faded away in the heavy rain, but under the night, it seemed a little cold and gloomy.

Hurry ~

In the heavy rain, Jiang Shentong walked alone in black, and fine raindrops hung on the edge of the hat, like a string of beaded curtains.

He looked up.

I saw that in the night rain, the incense in the daytime had not yet dissipated. Not only had it not dissipated, but it was gathering at an extremely fast speed.

Going towards the center of the Sacrifice City, the empty square behind Longzi Temple gathers.

Gradually, there was a feeling of smoke lingering in the heavy rain, and faintly it seemed that an eighteen-story building rose from the ground.

It appeared and seemed to be heard in a vague way.

It seems to be not here, it seems to be underground, or it seems to be in the sea of ​​thunder, and it looks extremely strange.

Click!

At the right time, lightning was cutting through the sky, illuminating the plaque in front of the small building!

"Long Tao Pavilion!"

"No wonder I can't find it everywhere! It turns out that this dirty place is hidden under the incense. No wonder, it can be hidden from me!"

Jiang Shentong's eyes narrowed, and the sword behind him seemed to feel the murderous intent, and made a trembling sound.

"Master, are you really going?"

On a rainy night, a young man wearing a straw raincoat chased him quickly. He was very nervous, and his hands holding the hilt of the sword turned white:

"Then the disciple will accompany you!"

"Thousand-year-old dragon, what's the point of being used to do it?"

Jiang Shentong stared at him.

"Then what's the point of going?"

The young man does not give in:

"You have only one magical power and three magical techniques. What should you use to kill evil dragons..."

"roll!"

Jiang Shentong pointed his finger, fixed him in place, and then flicked his sleeves to knock him into the night:

"After a quarter of an hour, the Taoist technique will be opened! If the inheritance of Hundan Sect is broken in your hands, I can't let you go even if I become a ghost!"

Boom!

The muffled thunder rolled in the air.

Jiang Shentong looked up and saw that the small building became clearer in the thunderstorm, and small boats gathered from all directions.

With his eyesight, in the night, there is no need to concentrate, and he has seen the guests who are having a lot of conversation on the boats.

"The evidence is in this building, but unfortunately, you won't come..."

In the night rain, Jiang Shentong murmured, threw away his hat, stepped forward, and disappeared into the night:

"Bless the ancestor..."

He went very quickly and never looked back.
Chapter completed!