He lay on his chest, with a pair of red round eyes, staring at Bailian without blinking.

The carrot held by the little claws silently lifted up and pressed it against Bailian's lips like a sword.

The cold little eyes seemed to say: Are you sure you want to throw me out again?

That little look was cold and resentful, but unspeakable aggrieved. He was so angry that his tail was shaking on his butt.

Baili An thought to himself that the little rabbit is getting angry and needs to be coaxed.

With a click, I took the carrot down.

At this moment, he did not show his fangs, and he was not worried about the infection of the corpse poison.

He sent the piece of carrot he bit off to the rabbit's three-petal mouth: "If you don't throw it away, I didn't mean it."

I don't know if it was Bailian's illusion, but the rabbit looked down at the carrot between his fingers, and the color of the red eyes darkened for a moment.

It held the bite of radish, ate it, and then satisfied it in his arms and continued to sleep.

"This guy is..." Chai Ye couldn't help asking.

This was the first time he saw someone who could get along with this magnificent lady so naturally.

Bailian glanced at the man and said warmly: "My name is Si Chen, and he is one of the guest monks who will run for the position of city lord this time."

The four guest monks were stiff all over, their expressions were indescribable.

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The moonlight hangs high, and the frost kills all herbs at night.

Fang Geyu put the unicorn in the treasure-controlled animal bag and took his group to enter the city.

It is said that he entered the city, but it is just a border town of Xianling vassal.

The assessment competition will not be officially opened after three months, so the gate of the main city will naturally not be opened to the public so quickly.

Although the four of them have excellent cultivation levels, they are not real heirs.

Without Fang Geyu's identity guidance, the four people are strong, but if they want to set foot in the realm of Xianling City, they are not qualified.

Therefore, although the four of them were ordered to arrive outside Xianling City early, they could only wait for Fang Geyu to arrive in the night breeze.

Crossing the ancient world monument that symbolizes extraordinary significance, two armored giants stand majestic on both sides of the monument.

The armor covered with snow, and the heavy helmet drooped with a mask, so I couldn't peek at the true face of the giant.

They each held two giant rusty swords in their hands, with many gaps.

The two giants are like a scenic statue between heaven and earth, without any breath of living people.

But as everyone approached, the thick snow on the giant's armor fell, and the cold armor shone brightly under the moonlight, almost burning the eyes.

The giant's arms slowly raised, like two ancient giants awakened from the years since ancient times.

Two terrifying and majestic pressures are like the sun slumping, and their magnificence is indescribable.

The two rusty giant swords like battle axes of heaven and earth rose as they raised their arms.

Under the sword intent that was drawn like a hurricane, everyone under the city was almost pulled off the ground.

Under such terrifying pressure, the four guest monks from the Tuohai realm looked pale and ugly, and they felt that they would die under the aura of the two giant swords in the next moment.

They were shocked in their hearts. They had long heard that Xianling City was famous, but they never thought that the giant spirit generals defending the city on the Four-way Realm Monument were already so powerful that they were so terrifying.

The giant spirit general in Xianling City guards all directions and one world. After the boundary mark, there are eight border cities outside Xianling.

Xianling City is located in the mortal world of the world, based on mountains and black hair is cast.

The city falling among the ancient immortals is surrounded by a array of thirty-two border cities.

Three months later, the assessment of the city lord's heirs officially began. Even those who are qualified to participate in the assessment can only rely on the cultivation of the outside city before the major examination was started.

The guest monk from Tiange City said tremblingly: "Please show your blood to me, otherwise we will all die under the Giant Spirit Sword."

Fang Geyu glanced at the people indifferently. Although Chai Ye, the leader of the four, had a pale and shocking expression, he was not afraid of the three people's situation.

She suddenly knew in her heart, thinking that it was the people in the city who knew clearly that in this assessment competition, the position of the city lord was destined to be out of her. It was just a formality, so she sent these guys to come.

A silent sneer in my heart.

Well, what she wants more than the position of the Lord of Xianling City is the identity of the Lord of the Mountain Realm.

Bite through the fingertips, blood beads rose against the wind and sprinkled on the ancient monument.

The ancient stele carved with a powerful and natural eight characters: the world is everywhere, but the rest is wild!

The character is as powerful as a mountain, and is majestic and majestic, with the general intention of fighting against the world and years, and is proud.

Blood is ink, like a dot of the people.

There are also ancient blood marks on the surface of the ancient and vicissitudes of life. It is a proof that someone lit blood before Fang Geyu entered the city.

The remaining red blood has not been absorbed by the meaning of the large monument, and it can be vaguely seen. Most of the people dyed red fonts in the marks are of one stroke.

Even if you have excellent talent for immortal blood, you can only ignite the word "Heaven".

Under the vast night moonlight, the word "Sky" is as bright as the stars, and it is so beautiful that it cannot be seen.

Fang Geyu's fingertips of blood fell into the sea like water falling into the sea. With a clear sound, new blood covered the old blood, and the brushstrokes were smooth. He simply outlined the word "Sky" and shines brightly.

The five guest monks looked dull and were shocked.

They had known for a long time that this Miss Fang Geyu perfectly inherited the power of her mother's immortal bloodline.

When I saw it today, I could ignite the ancient stele of Xianling City.

A day ago, there was news in the city that the two young masters from Shifang City entered the city first.

When they passed the monument, they all successfully ignited the spirit of the word, which made the city lord feel relieved, and praised the successors of Shifang City, but the immortal veins were not extinguished.

But today, when we look at it, just talking about the power of blood, these three ladies can even slightly suppress one of her two brothers.

After all, the position of the city lord in the future will be respected by women.

The raised sword did not fall, but was crossed to the chest. The two giants made a buzzing sound of trembling mountains at the same time: "Release—"

The sound continued for thousands of miles without dissipating. The thick snow accumulated on the grassland was shaken into dust particles by this huge sound, revealing the new tender green grass.

In the thirty-two border cities of the outer mountain, countless practitioners heard the sound of Qi Ye from the giant spirit guarding the city, and all showed horror.

The giant spirit guards the city and is guarding Xianling City for thousands of years. Although those who have been released from the sword to enter the city can be counted in detail, they are definitely not a minority.

But there has never been a day when the voice has been heard.

Where did those who enter the city tonight come from?

People's minds speculated.

Under the bright moonlight, the cold spring sways slightly, and the guqin is quiet.

The maid took some clean vegetarian snow, boiled it with silver carbon in the jade stove, and then fell with silver-sharp snow.

The top-grade fairy tea grown by the immortal spirit is lightly filled with the tip of the mercury leaf. It only takes the little pure spiritual flower into the tea, and then takes it out immediately, and discards the tea leaves that are hard to find in thousands of mountains to the side.

Only one cup of Qingli Ling Tea was taken, carefully held it, and sent it to the side of the Lengshi Guqin.

She looked at the woman standing in the overwhelming light and shadow, and said respectfully and piously: "Miss, please use tea."

Just in time, the distant afterglow shook the light that never night.
Chapter completed!