Interstellar Miner

Chapter 181 The Two Boys
In the first layer of time and space, an ancient and remote planet called Gu Xing.

Tens of thousands of years ago, this ancient star had an extremely prosperous civilization of cultivating immortals, and monks of the Mahayana period often ascended to the immortal world. However, with the long-term super war between the two major forces in the realm of cultivating immortals, the civilization of cultivating immortals gradually fell apart. It became more and more declining, and then there were several waves of forbidden cultivation, which caused all the ancient civilizations of the fairy world to be burned.

Ups and downs, now even a complete book on cultivating immortals can't be found, everyone can only grope for cultivating immortals.

On the contrary, overseas demon cultivators have gradually become popular because of the rich ocean resources. All kinds of ghosts are raging, and they have completely controlled the six oceans.

Every time there was a wave of beasts, the Human Race Monk Alliance had to pay a very painful price to resist it!However, under the pressure of such a critical situation, the cultivation wave of the human race is higher than the wave, and the civilization of cultivating immortals is gradually recovering.

Already there is a great human being who has successfully broken through the nearly thousand years of confinement of the Golden Core Stage and achieved the Nascent Soul Stage, and organized the Oceanic Expeditionary Army of Human Race monks to launch a fierce counterattack against overseas demon cultivators.

It's just that there are countless monster cultivators in the ocean, too many of them, and they can't be killed, and the sea monsters with advanced cultivation bases are very cunning. Seeing the large army of human races bury their heads in the deep sea, let the cannon fodder The little brothers are constantly attacking and consuming the human monk troops.

After several rounds of attacks by the human race, although many demon pills, demon bones, and demon skins were captured, all of which are extremely good cultivation resources, the sea monsters can't even talk about injuries, but the arrogance of the sea monsters is weak Quite a few are true.

After all, there are still too few monks in the human race!

Bian Zhenghao, the master of the Nascent Soul stage of the human race, has no secrets. He hopes that the human race can produce more masters of the Nascent Soul stage, but his successful advanced experience is not very helpful to other Jindan stage monks. He is the only Nascent Soul stage master.

Since the high-end combat power can't be increased, let's increase the number of low-level monks. All schools in various regions have begun to recruit disciples, and they all hope to recruit a disciple who is a genius. They say that they can't become the second Bian Zhenghao in the future!
As a result, scouts spring up like mushrooms after the spring rain, all wanting to discover the real geniuses who cultivate immortals!

But in the end, one in a million is a genius!
How many talents scouts from various sects have unearthed over the years can only be known by each sect.

Compared with the coastal areas that are constantly fighting, the inland is much more peaceful and tranquil.It is enough for the city lord to only need to build the foundation stage, unlike the coastal areas, the city lord of the Jindan stage may not be able to control it.

Wancheng, a large town with a population of over 30.

The thick and tall city walls were completely built according to the fortifications against the Kraken attack, and a huge defensive circle was arranged, so they were ready for any danger.

An upcoming auction will make the town overcrowded. There are all kinds of people from all walks of life, and there are frictions from time to time.And the merchants are like cats smelling fishy smell, and they are full of energy and show their skills, trying to sell their products.

Wancheng is inevitably a bit messy.

The city lord Wan Haobo, who had reached the peak of the foundation building period, had to borrow many guards from several nearby friendly towns to maintain order.It's just that the places where the guards mainly patrol are the bustling shopping streets, and the remote streets and alleys with most of the stalls are unavoidable.

Ever since, some gangsters collected protection fees under the guise of maintaining law and order.As the saying goes, the king of Hades is easy to see, but the imp is hard to deal with.If the protection fee is not paid, the punks will smash and harass the stalls, which will not make you feel better anyway.

At noon, the scorching sun scorched the entire city, and Zhizhi was yelling loudly on the branches, and the harsh voice made people drowsy or irritable.

A small street in the west of the city, because it is relatively narrow, the hawkers can only place a single row of stalls. Nap.

There was a small tea stall at the corner of the street, only three or five rogue-eyed men sat under the tea shed by the side of the road, holding bowls of dim yellow tea, looking around with treacherous eyes, looking nervous and vigilant. look like.

Sitting in the innermost seat, the big man with a thick layer of black hair hanging on his bare chest, is posing as the leader of a dragon, proudly holding the tea bowl in front of him, and gently sips from time to time After taking a few sips, it seems that the leading elder brother who dominates one side is drinking Chen Xiangzui brewed by Yuan Hao Villa, which costs ten taels of silver for a small altar.

It was at this time that Wan Yongfeng came to the intersection.Dressed in a silver-gray dress, he looks tall and straight, as rich as a jade, especially the thumb-sized pearl on his bun and the emerald green jade belt around his waist are even more eye-catching.A pair of clean and spotless hands, as delicate and white as suet jade, and a light fiery red gold agate finger ring on the thumb of the left hand, the whole person just appeared, brought a lot of excitement to this boring street. A piece of bright color.

The men under the tea shed by the side of the road yelled loudly, and the big man sitting in the innermost walked out of the tea shed quickly, greeted him flatteringly and flatteringly, and asked with a low smile: "Wan Tau Son, where are you going now? Once your old man leaves, life will be difficult for the brothers."

Wan Yongfeng looked at the big man condescendingly, nodded proudly, gently wiped the two beards on his mouth with his thumb wearing a finger wrench, and said with a sneer: "Boss Niu, you can rest assured, I don't care A certain person will not come out to embarrass the brothers. However, I can tell you that the recent ten thousand cities are full of wind and clouds, and there are many strong dragons crossing the river. You can highlight my tricks and don’t offend others. At that time, even for the sake of my fellow countrymen, I couldn’t save you.”

Boss Niu's eyes rolled around, and he wanted to ask something, but not far behind Wan Yongfeng, there were sixteen guards in black uniforms, with big knives on their waists, and a silver medal tied between their belts. She took a few steps back wisely and stopped talking.

Wan Yongfeng glanced at Boss Niu, nodded, and after pondering for a while, said in a low voice: "I know that Boss Niu's words are still very effective in this three-acre land in Wancheng, so Boss Niu gave other People say, do less work recently. As the captain of the city guards in Wancheng, I can turn a blind eye to it, but I hope you don’t cause trouble for me, huh?” The last word, Wan Yongfeng added a trace of inner strength to the question, which made Boss Niu dizzy, and hurriedly backed up a few steps, bowing and bowing and nodding incessantly.

Wan Yongfeng showed a smile, rubbed his palms lightly, looked at the team of guards behind him, waved lightly, and led them quickly along the street towards the city gate. The black whirlwind swept across this small street, frightening the two big black dogs lying in the shadow of the corner of the road to enjoy the coolness, jumping up and running in panic.

Boss Niu snorted in a low voice: "Damn, what's the big deal, isn't it just a distant relative of the city lord's family, who has practiced kung fu for a few years to pick up good branches! It's still so mysterious, huh, one day, I also..."

A few younger brothers leaned over to the cursing boss Niu, obsequiously trying to please him.

Boss Niu gritted his teeth and scolded in a low voice: "Shut up, shut up, although the surname Wan didn't say it clearly, but it's obvious that some important person is coming, and it's very likely that he's disguised, that's why he came here to warn us. This time We won't be able to get through the messy waters. You go and send a message to Lao Fang and the others, and you won't even know if you get killed by then."

After whispering nervously for a while, a group of hooligans scattered and quickly escaped into the streets and alleys of Wancheng.The gangsters don't care how much oil and water are available today, they all restrain themselves, and rarely show up on the streets, after all, life is the number one priority.

The life of the peddlers suddenly became much easier. They took a deep breath, only feeling that the stones that had been pressing on their bodies were removed, and whispered a few words, it would be great if all the gangsters were dead!
At the gate of the East City, two young men walked leisurely along the official road that could accommodate five carriages in parallel. The first one should be less than ten years old. There is a small black and simple piece of iron hanging on it. Anyone who sees him will look at him a few more times and praise "what a golden boy" in his heart; while the other boy is slightly older, about eleven or twelve years old, dressed in gray cloth , Ordinary, carrying a big and bulging luggage, a pair of protruding ears, and two long snot hanging under his nose, swaying with his steps, as if he might fall into his big panting at any time. In his rough mouth, whenever there was a crisis, he would inhale in time with his nose, suck up the snot, and continue to slowly hang down and dangle.

The weather was extremely hot, but the young man in brocade clothes didn't even have a drop of sweat on his forehead, while the young man in gray cloth was sweating profusely. The contrast was extremely sharp.

The two young men arrived at the gate of Dongcheng one after the other, and they were not in a hurry to enter.

The young man in brocade clothes stopped, looked up at the word Wancheng above the city gate, and said old-fashionedly: "These two characters are so-so." The voice was clear and sweet, mixed with some childish voices, but without the slightest childishness.

The boy in gray cloth sniffed his nose, and echoed.

The eight guards guarding the gate of the city looked at me and I looked at you, they were astonished. It's amazing, what is the background of this young man?
The young man in brocade clothes walked into the city with his hands behind his back.The boy in gray cloth followed closely behind.

The guards looked at each other, after all, no one dared to approach the two young men to collect the entrance fee.

The young man in brocade clothes took the initiative to find the guards, and said like an order: "Young master has done good deeds, and picked up a few little beggars on the road, but they walked slowly, and it took about two sticks of incense to keep up. Don't be embarrassed." They." After speaking, he left without giving the guards any time to react.

The guards looked at each other in a daze, this young master is really majestic, but which young master is he?

Connecting to the gate of the city is a bustling street with many shops and people coming and going.

In the distance are row upon row of countless high-rise buildings, the prosperity of Wancheng can be seen.

The brocade-clothed young man glanced slightly, not even interested in taking a second look, but the gray-clothed young man looked left and right, his face full of surprise.

Soon, soliciting young men came forward to sell their own shops.

"Not interested, the young master is tired, which is the best inn in the city?" the young man in brocade clothes asked lazily.

Although they failed to attract business, the servants were overwhelmed by the demeanor of the young man in brocade clothes, and answered respectfully. The best inn in the city is naturally the Marriott Inn. The building that is one end short of the Central City Lord's Mansion is that!

The young man in brocade gave a hum, waved his hand, and motioned the boys to stop bothering him.

The servants dispersed tactfully, secretly guessing the identity of the young man in brocade clothes.

(End of this chapter)