Chapter 883： National cultivation (3) (1/2)

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”You go to knock on the door first.” The first man made a calming opening.

The ghost face man hesitated for a long time, only to take a sigh of heart, walked to the front door of the floating city, just prepared to raise his hand and knock on the door, but suddenly noticed that a closed note was attached to a closed door.

[The bell is open and the knocker is rolling. 】

”...” The ghost face looked like a ghost, and it was only then that at the top of the gate, a huge copper bell was hung, and a hemp rope fell on the bell.

”It’s a ghost, is this a floating city?” The ghost face couldn’t help but scream. If it was replaced by the past, he would never care about the things written on the note, but now the city is in the blink of an eye. To the feet of the strange, even he could not help but doubt whether he was in the wrong place.

The bottom of my heart is faint, and the ghost face can only sound the brass bell with the twine.

The distant and ancient sound echoed in the sky, and the sound of the bronze bell was not harsh, but it was a force that calmed the soul.

After the ringing of the bell, the closed door finally opened slowly. A middle-aged man in a blue-gray quirky robe with a crown on his head held a half-armed wooden stick and fell at the end of the stick. Long, dense white hair...

The eyes of the ghost face are coming out quickly.

What the **** is this!

The middle-aged man holding the weird things also stunned when he saw the ghost face outside, but he soon returned to the gods and looked at the bones of the fairy saying: ”This friend who came from afar, has What is it?”

Fellow?

What's that?