v4 Chapter 19： Kitahara Castle [Third] (2/2)

Xiao Chen nodded when he heard the words, turned around and walked away without saying a word.

After paying five middle-grade spirit stones, entering the city gate, Xiao Chen walked straight forward and merged into the crowd without any trace.

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”Elder Ouyang, is this person suspicious? Do I have to wait until my whereabouts have been revealed?” Dahan and his party of six entered the city, interspersed with the crowd, and entered a remote alleyway.

Opening at this moment was one of the monks, his eyes gloomy and his eyes twinkling.

Ouyang Xun frowned slightly, then shook his head, ”This person's voice doesn't seem to be fake, and the cultivation is only in the early state of Jin Dan. It should not be the Monk of the Zixiao Sect.”

”Otherwise, I know that when I come here, Zi Xiaozong will definitely send high-level monks to hang me.”

Several people nodded after hearing the words, looking slightly loose.

”Wait until I teleport away, you will return to Zongmen when you wait for me to leave safely.

”Okay, not too late, let's go to the teleportation team immediately.”

After all, the six of them flickered and went straight to the teleportation array.

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Although the city of Beiyuan is prosperous, it is far from the square city that Xiao Chen saw at first.

There are many monks in the city. Although there are not many monks in Jindan, they are not in the minority. Even with the scent of Yuan Ying, Xiao Chen was faintly aware of several people.

However, the city did not attract him at all. After questioning, he determined where the teleportation team was located, and Xiao Chen went straight.

Although Beiyuan City has no veins, because of the existence of the ancient teleportation array, it has also attracted a lot of sects to intervene. After all, the annual transmission cost is a small income, which can guarantee the use of ordinary middle sects.

Right now in charge of this city ancestral gate, named Lian Shenzong, there are several Yuanying monks in the ancestral gate sitting in the town.

The Ancient Teleportation Array is extremely precious and cannot be repaired after being damaged. Therefore, the Shenzong Emperor paid great attention to the safety of this array, and the monk Yuanyuan infant monks sat around the town to avoid accidents.

The teleportation array is the northeast square of the city, occupying a huge area of ​​hundreds of square feet. At this moment, the monk of the refining gods maintains order. In the corner of the square, a stone house faintly exudes coercion, pervading the square, but it is a monk in the middle of a yuan.

The square waited for the monks to teleport, all of them converged and rested, even if the conversation was low, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

The ancient teleportation array cannot transmit more than ten people each time. After the teleportation, it must be re-placed into the spirit stone to correct the orientation, which is unpleasant.

Xiao Chen arrived here, and there were already nearly a hundred monks in line before the teleportation.

Not far in front of this crowd, there were several figures who were slightly familiar, and it was precisely those who met outside the gate.

Xiao Chen's heart moved slightly. These people entered Beiyuan City and went straight to the teleportation team. They thought it was important.

Slowly shaking his head. Such things have nothing to do with him.

Calm and calm, the team moved forward slowly.

Although the maintenance monks of the teleportation array are already familiar with it, each teleportation must be delayed for a while to continue.

About half an hour later, it was the turn of the monks in front of the city in front of them, and they were very happy, and nine monks were about to step into the battle.

But at this moment, a cold laugh came from far away, echoing here.

”Thousands of demons, you have to rush to Beiyuan City in such a hurry, but there is something to deal with.”

”Today, why don't you leave your head and wait for your husband to drink wine!”

The voice was hoarse and low, and it had not yet fallen. A ray of light cut through the space and instantly fell on the square.

Lu Guang converged, revealing one of the brown-haired old men, who felt from his breath, but was a late monk monk!

Below the square, Xiao Chen frowned, a little thought flashed in his eyes.

Manzong?

The name sounds familiar.