Wu Po Jiuxiao

Qingcheng!

This is an inconspicuous city located in Ziyun Capital.

In the entire Purple Cloud City, large and small cities are densely distributed in all parts of the Purple Cloud City like stars.

And a small city like this Qingcheng is quite unusual.

"You brat, how many times have I said, don't be lazy, don't be lazy, you are good, you know how to sleep when you have time."

A sound of reprimand came from a relatively good restaurant.

This restaurant only has three floors, but it is considered to be the top in Qingcheng.

A middle-aged man with a relatively peaceful face grabbed a young man by the ear and kept reprimanding him. The young man looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, and his eyebrows vaguely resembled this middle-aged man.

Obviously, the identities of the two are not so much brothers, but more like father and son.

"Let go of me...Smelly old man, I am a strong man in the future, a master who can preserve the indestructible realm and even reach the ancient realm...You dare to pull the ears of this strong man, ahhhhhhhhhh... let go ..."

"Stinky boy... You really think you are a master, even a master is a future, taking advantage of the present, if I don't pull your ears hard, don't you have to wait for your wings to harden?"

The man yelled loudly.

"Smelly old man, just wait for me, I will definitely become a master."

Amidst the noise, the passers-by and those who came in to eat and drink all showed a little smile.

Obviously, he is very familiar and used to this situation.

Hou be honest!

The owner of this restaurant named Guikelai has lived in Qingcheng for generations, and his generation is already the fifth generation.

And his son Hou Xiaowan, a little guy who is naturally fond of fantasy, naturally likes to practice martial arts, but it seems that he has not made much progress in this martial arts, so although he has always been indulging in his dreams, But it's just a dream.

To become a strong martial artist, one needs a strong backing besides aptitude.

Like joining a sect...

"Okay, you brat, if you want to practice martial arts, you have to earn enough money for me first."

Hou Laoshi couldn't help but said, and then kicked the kid into the room.

"Cut...every time you deal with me like this."

Hou Xiaowan couldn't help but sneer.

At this moment, a young man dressed in a dark black robe, with long black hair, a pair of black eyes, and a sacred sword mark between his brows slowly walked in from a distance.

On the man's shoulder was a white puppy-like pet that was yawning boredly.

That cute posture has attracted the attention of many people along the way, of course, the long black hair and black pupils are also very rare, and the other party's dusty aura is also one of the reasons for being noticed.

"Brother Wuming is here."

After seeing this young man, Hou Xiaowan's face suddenly revealed a look of surprise and he cried out.

"Hey... No big or small, everyone who comes here is called an adult, how many times have I taught you."

Hou Laoshi couldn't help but roared.

"Humph……"

Hou Xiaowan ignored him and snorted.

There was a faint smile on the young man's face:

"Hehe...no need."

"Chirp, chirp, chirp..." Qingcheng!

This is an inconspicuous city located in Ziyun Capital.

In the entire Purple Cloud City, large and small cities are densely distributed in all parts of the Purple Cloud City like stars.

And a small city like this Qingcheng is quite unusual.

"You brat, how many times have I said, don't be lazy, don't be lazy, you are good, you know how to sleep when you have time."

A sound of reprimand came from a relatively good restaurant.

This restaurant only has three floors, but it is considered to be the top in Qingcheng.

A middle-aged man with a relatively peaceful face grabbed a young man by the ear and kept reprimanding him. The young man looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, and his eyebrows vaguely resembled this middle-aged man.

Obviously, the identities of the two are not so much brothers, but more like father and son.

"Let go of me...Smelly old man, I am a strong man in the future, a master who can preserve the indestructible realm and even reach the ancient realm...You dare to pull the ears of this strong man, ahhhhhhhhhh... let go ..."

"Stinky boy... You really think you are a master, even a master is a future, taking advantage of the present, if I don't pull your ears hard, don't you have to wait for your wings to harden?"

The man yelled loudly.

"Smelly old man, just wait for me, I will definitely become a master."

Amidst the noise, the passers-by and those who came in to eat and drink all showed a little smile.

Obviously, he is very familiar and used to this situation.

Hou be honest!

The owner of this restaurant named Guikelai has lived in Qingcheng for generations, and his generation is already the fifth generation.

And his son Hou Xiaowan, a little guy who is naturally fond of fantasy, naturally likes to practice martial arts, but it seems that he has not made much progress in this martial arts, so although he has always been indulging in his dreams, But it's just a dream.

To become a strong martial artist, one needs a strong backing besides aptitude.

Like joining a sect...

"Okay, you brat, if you want to practice martial arts, you have to earn enough money for me first."

Hou Laoshi couldn't help but said, and then kicked the kid into the room.

"Cut...every time you deal with me like this."

Hou Xiaowan couldn't help but sneer.

At this moment, a young man dressed in a dark black robe, with long black hair, a pair of black eyes, and a sacred sword mark between his brows slowly walked in from a distance.

On the man's shoulder was a white puppy-like pet that was yawning boredly.

That cute posture has attracted the attention of many people along the way, of course, the long black hair and black pupils are also very rare, and the other party's dusty aura is also one of the reasons for being noticed.

"Brother Wuming is here."

After seeing this young man, Hou Xiaowan's face suddenly revealed a look of surprise and he cried out.

"Hey... No big or small, everyone who comes here is called an adult, how many times have I taught you."

Hou Laoshi couldn't help but roared.

"Humph……"

Hou Xiaowan ignored him and snorted.

There was a faint smile on the young man's face:

"Hehe...no need."

"Choo Choo Choo……"