Outside the tall city walls of Qingzhou Prefecture, people who were winding like long dragons rushed in and out of many city gates.

In front of the wide moat, the group stopped and waited.

"What do Feng Qingxuan want to do here?"

Bai Xian'er gently caressed her long hair in her temples, guessing in her heart.

Feng Qingxuan is the contemporary saint of the Six Prisons Demon Sect. It is said that he was taken over by Pang Wanyang at the age of thirteen.

At the age of twenty-three, he had already condensed his qi and was the most outstanding figure among the younger generation of the Six Prison Demon Sect, no doubt.

It is said that he has surpassed the elders of the Demon Sect. In this weapon list, he is the only one of the younger generations of the Demon Sect in the Six Prisons.

Her senior brother Duan Yunlong is already a genius among geniuses, but he is still much inferior to this person.

"Junior Sister Xian'er, what are you thinking?"

Chi Changkong, dressed in black, hugged his arms, and the black cloak behind him was moving.

A hint of disgust flashed in Bai Xian'er's heart. So many people died in the Huayan Mountains, and this annoying thing survived.

"The holy son's body of a thousand golds appeared in the heartland of Dafeng, which made people worry. If the court knew about it, it would be difficult to be good."

Bai Xian'er frowned slightly, as if she was a little worried.

In fact, the same is true. With the reputation of the Six Prisons Demon Sect, traveling around the world openly will inevitably be discovered by the court.

For the court, the Six Prison Demon Sect poses much greater threat than the Spirit-Snatching Demonic Art.

"If the court knows it, what can it do?"

Chi Changkong sneered:

"Do you think the Holy Son will be the only one who can go on a trip?"

Bai Xian'er's heart moved and she looked up.

At the end of his eyes, six red dragon horses were already slowly coming with the dark carriage.

"Here you come."

Bai Xian'er's heart also saw the carriage.

Immediately, the group of people came up to meet.

"We'll pay homage to the Holy Son!"

In front of the carriage, the crowd bowed together.

"If you go out, you will be exempted from etiquette."

Feng Qingxuan's plain voice came from the carriage:

"I heard that the Dafeng court arranged a so-called weapon list and listed me in the seventeenth place. This time I came to see who they were qualified to be above me..."

"really."

Bai Xian'er's heart moved and she was a little clear.

This weapon chart disrupted the peace of the world. I don’t know how many hidden dragons and snakes were exposed. In the past month, many masters have died because of these false reputations.

But I didn't expect that even a person like Feng Qingxuan would be trapped in.

"The Holy Son has been in seclusion for many years. Even if the Dafeng court has the ability to be able to understand the Holy Son's martial arts? The so-called weapon chart is not worth mentioning at all."

Chi Changkong smiled and complimented.

Although they are both younger generations of the Six Prison Demon Sect, the gap between him and this saint son is too big.

Among the Six Prison Demon Sects, because of Pang Wanyang's existence, this holy son can be on par with several other prison masters.

Swish ~

The curtain was lifted up, and a slender and tall man with a handsome face and perfect face like a statue walked out.

He stepped on the back of the coachman who was bowing and kneeling, and slowly walked off the carriage.

Everyone's attitude became more and more respectful.

"Bai Xian'er."

Feng Qingxuan glanced at Bai Xian'er with a faint look:

"Do you think that even a person like this Holy Son cannot see through his fictional reputation, which seems ridiculous?"

Bai Xian'er's expression changed slightly and said with a forced smile:

"How dare I understand the thoughts of the Holy Son in my little martial arts?"

"You are talented and knowledgeable, and your soft and soft nature is not even more courageous, so you naturally cannot understand the thoughts of this Son."

Feng Qingxuan stood with his hands behind his back and said leisurely:

"There are no masters without origins in the world, and there are no masters without fame. Why do you think it is?"

Bai Xian'er's smile was a little stiff.

Even though she was calm and could not resist being slapped in the face like this.

"Martial arts cannot be cultivated by working behind closed doors. Whether it is external resources or internal understanding, you have to fight for it, grab it, and grab it!"

Feng Qingxuan swept over Bai Xian'er and others and said lightly:

"My master once said that even if he has the power of a real dragon, he will always be a ground shit worm and a worm! He has never even had a false name, so he has to see the false name clearly? He can't even see it. You can't see it thoroughly? Isn't it ridiculous?"

"I admire the Holy Son's words of great righteousness."

Chi Changkong's smile became even brighter.

Feng Qingxuan was neither happy nor angry, and glanced at Chi Changkong indifferently:

"Under the shadow of my predecessors, you are living more and more like earth-shaving insects."

Chi Changkong's face froze.

"It's still a ground shit bug with no potential."

Feng Qingxuan continued to attack without caring.

He never cared about whether his subordinates had complaints, nor did he care whether they were really loyal.

Just as his master Pang Wanyang, who used his own strength to suppress the Six Prison Demon Sects, even if he had no subordinates, who would dare to resist him?

Chi Changkong's smile was a little stiffer.

Bai Xian'er laughed in her heart.

"Once upon a time, the master traveled around the world and strengthened many major sects with his own strength. He fought and killed countless masters, and experienced countless battles to gain the title of the most powerful person in the world!"

Feng Qingxuan didn't care about the two of them at all and spoke slowly:

"My savings are enough. To come to Dafeng, we have to challenge many masters one by one and follow the path that Master has taken back then! This weapon spectrum is well arranged, which saves a lot of effort..."

Chi Changkong and Bai Xian'er bowed and listened, but they didn't speak easily.

Feng Qingxuan was too lazy to talk too much about these few earthworms, so he asked instead:

"I heard that there was a master in the weapon chart in Qingzhou Prefecture at this time, right?"

"Back to the Holy Son."

Bai Xian'er replied softly:

"There are indeed people in Qingzhou Prefecture that are listed on the weapons list, Haoran Long Sword and Ke Mengfan. At this time, he should drink in the middle of Di Yao..."

"Women are more good at managing intelligence."

Feng Qingxuan nodded slightly and said:

"So, wait outside the city."

After saying that, he walked towards Qingzhou Prefecture without any haste.

"Son of the Holy Son, did you take action like this?"

Bai Xian'er pretends to be worried:

"There are people from the imperial court stationed in this Qingzhou Prefecture..."

"The court?"

Feng Qingxuan chuckled: "We will beat you to death, and I think the most happy thing is the court..."

The voice floated.

Feng Qingxuan's figure had already been lost in the sight of several people.

His seemingly slow pace, but it was outrageously fast, as if he had shrunk into an inch.

"Such light skills..."

Bai Xian'er's eyelids twitched, and she felt a little worried.

Feng Qingxuan came for the weapon list. Grandpa was the second in the earth list at this time. Isn’t it also this person’s target?
To be continued...