Is he going to have another fight in this downtown area? Yuan Xing murmured in his heart and felt a headache.

At this time, he was really not afraid of anything about the news. First, there was an official person behind him, so there was no need to worry about the aftermath issue. Second, his stay was almost time to come. Next time he came back, he didn't know whether he would be exposed or not when he left.

What he was worried about was that the two of them could not stop fighting fiercely. If they hurt innocent people, they would be guilty.

Fortunately, the vision of the innate master is also extremely amazing. Sang Mengyu, opposite, saw that he had successfully attracted Yuan Xing's attention, so he locked his energy and then took it back and the sword was resheeded.

Yuan Xing looked around and saw that no one except Chen Zong noticed him, so he raised his legs and rushed to a sand boat in the center of the river. Then he took another step and instantly reached the other side of the river.

At this time, the workers on the sand boat felt a flash of sight. They thought there was hallucination. After looking carefully, they didn't care, so they didn't care. Only Chen Zong in the car kept urging the driver to drive, hoping to go around the opposite side as soon as possible, because he was really afraid that these two ancestors would cause trouble.

Yuan Xing specially found a visual dead corner. When he turned to the street, the four laymen did not notice any abnormalities. He looked up again and saw that Sang Mengyu's figure was gone on the roof.

He was not in a hurry, but stood patiently on the street and waited because the other party would definitely show up when he led him over.

Sure enough, not long after, a woman in ancient costume walked out of an alley. Her long hair was scattered behind her and she was simply tied. The white Hanfu was extremely gorgeous and exquisite. She covered her white gauze and exposed her blue water droplets on her forehead. She looked like a classical and mysterious beauty.

This is a provincial capital city, and celebrities often appear on the streets. There are many Hanfu enthusiasts. Logically speaking, the woman's outfit is not surprising, but her temperament is too special and fits the ancient costume, which naturally attracted some people's attention.

She slowly walked across the zebra crossing, with a jingle bell around her waist, accompanied by a scabbard embedded with gems, and the red sword spear and white skirt swayed wantonly with her pace.

Finally, amid the admiration, she stopped in front of a young monk.

Yuan Xing also had no intention of caring about the pedestrians who were stopping and watching around. His eyes were always on the woman. When he saw her approaching, he closed his mouth and said hello: "I have met Mr. Sang." His tone was faint, without any storm.

"I'm looking for you for something." Sang Mengyu looked around and frowned slightly.

Yuan Xing has not worn a cassock today, and is standing on the side of the road in a gray robe. His quiet and peaceful atmosphere is also quite eye-catching. Now these two people stand together, they really look like characters coming out of ancient costume martial arts movies. With a light "click", someone finally couldn't help but press the shutter of his phone.

In this case, it is naturally inconvenient to say more. The two of them turned to remote places tacitly. They seemed unhappy, but they were far from being able to catch up with ordinary people. Soon after, they shook away the discussion behind them.

I picked a coffee shop and walked in. It was around 9 am and it was not a weekend, so the coffee shop was deserted and it was a good time for chatting and negotiation.

I found a place with a good lighting and ordered some things and drinks. Then I felt like I was competing. The two of them were speechless, and neither of them wanted to speak first.

The young waiter's curious gaze unconsciously swept around the two customers, but one of them lowered their eyes and the other was playing with their fingers seriously, and the atmosphere seemed extremely strange.

When she put her hand-made coffee and dessert on the table, the only monk nodded and said thank you.

I don’t know what kind of bloody plot was conceived in my mind. Not long after, the gentle music in the coffee shop changed, and a song that was very strange to Yuanxing came out of the wall-mounted speaker.

"...I go from the east to find a path of Buddha's light! Once I hide the past, I walk on the road of Chang'an. I used to be the first, and my youth is clear and clear. I used to be a good person. I used to be a teacher and a friend. I also used to be a perfect person. I also thought about the river in the distance. I thought about it, picking flowers in my drunkenness and leaving a smile. I also remember that the spring scenery of the garden is in pairs. I think of it in this life, I can't hide a good dream. Let's follow that, the evening drums and morning bells, and the sound of the Brahma is softly singing..."

Yuanxing was a little fascinated by the sound. When the song was finished, he sighed without feeling the pain.

"What? I thought of myself when I heard this song?" Sang Mengyu had already taken off her face. When Yuan Xing was not in the same state, half of the snacks in front of her had disappeared. This cream product seemed to suit her taste, and her eyebrows couldn't help but curl up.

Yuanxing shook his head slowly. The singing sounded like a fit for his own encounter, but there were two differences. His face was not old, and there was no girl waiting on the road.

The reason why I sighed was that the last sentence "One hundred and eight thousand journeys have a long way to go. From now on, the old place will be a foreign land" touched his mind.

"Mr. Sang Duke appears today, I wonder what to do if I look for me?" He dispelled his complicated thoughts, Yuan Xing stared at the steaming coffee beside the table and spoke slowly.

"I don't want to hide anymore. I've been bored these months and I feel even more uncomfortable." Sang Mengyu put down the spoon and was quite satisfied: "It's fine if the official chases me tightly. If you participate, you may want to catch me back, right? But you are not from Yunzhou. So, can you tell me where you are from?" After that, her eyes were closely aimed at Yuanxing's Lian.

"I was born and raised here, where else can I come from?" Yuan Xing said word by word when facing her scrutiny.

"Local people?" Sang Mengyu saw that he was not lying. She was surprised and also a little shocked. She had not been here for a short time. She was naturally clear about the bad realm here. She really didn't expect that there would be a master like Yuanxing in such a place. What's even more terrifying is the power behind this person. A monk in his thirties had half a step of innate cultivation. What's so much more terrifying is that he was behind him. A monk in his thirties had half a step of innate cultivation. What's the old guy hidden behind the scenes?

"Yes, I am not only a local, but also know where the donor comes from. The reason why I took the initiative to find the donor is just to send you back." Yuan Xing narrowed his eyes slightly: "After all, this place is a foreign land, and the spiritual energy is extremely thin. How can you come from?" Seeing the fear in her eyes, she knew that the other party had misunderstood, but he had no obligation to explain.

"It's pretty good here, the food is delicious and the clothes are beautiful." After a while, Sang Mengyu suddenly smiled and leaned her body back to the sofa, with a lazy voice in her words: "I haven't had enough fun."

"It's boring to say this. Since you don't want to go back, why should you show up on your own initiative?" Yuan Xing reached out to take the spoon, stirring the coffee while asking unintentionally: "I wonder where Donor Dou is? Are you quarreling?"

According to the other party's methods, where can't the world go? I'm afraid something really happened that made her expose herself on the initiative. As for the quarrel, it's just a guess based on common sense. It's okay to live a worry-free life, but in an embarrassing environment, some conflicts that are usually covered up will sooner or later break out, especially when the two people have big differences in their views. Of course, these are the speculations of some consultants of the Security Bureau, and now it seems quite reliable.

A trace of unnatural flashed across Sang Mengyu's face and she snorted: "He is in a very safe place, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Anyway, you must leave." Yuan Xing said seriously.

"It's not bad, but you must have fought with me. If you win, I will leave. But if you lose, you not only need to interfere in my affairs, but also need to persuade the official to stop pursuing me and Dou Zi'ang. How about it?"

Yuan Xing pondered for a long time: "I can't represent others, I can only try my best."

"You can't convince me, can't the master sect?" Sang Mengyu raised her eyebrows.

Fate moves silently.

"A famous family is just pretentious." Sang Mengyu snorted softly, thought for a while, and suddenly pointed to the street outside the window: "How about you and I compete here today?"

"Here?" A big battle in the provincial capital city? This is not a high-profile or not, it is a troublesome.

Seeing him hesitating, Sang Mengyu sneered and said, "After I came, I will move my hands and feet a little, and that fool Dou Zi'ang will be irresponsible. In fact, if the local government knew who they were facing, wouldn't it be so arrogant?" After a pause, he said, "I don't hate the people here, so I should let them see what real power is. At least I can thank the awe for the strong."

That's the feeling that you have never been bombarded. Yuanxing resisted the urge to roll his eyes and joined in with this person who has been on Earth for so long and hasn't watched TV and movies? He's just talking about love all day long?

But when he heard the other party's last words, he couldn't help it anymore and sneered: "What kind of identity does the donor dare to say these words? Is it innate?"

"Innate is enough, isn't it worthy of respect?" Sang Mengyu didn't care about his attitude, and pointed at the pedestrians outside with his chin: "These people are ordinary, vulgar, ugly, impetuous, and have no sympathy... Who would like a lot of shortcomings?" The evil school is focused on doing whatever they want. Recently, they were chased by the Security Bureau, and there was no Dou Zi'ang persuasion beside him. The resentment in his heart suddenly surged up. Naturally, the more he looked at the world, the more he looked at it, and he was ready to take revenge on society.

"I like it." Yuan Xing suppressed his anger and smiled again: "What kind of person and what kind of scenery I see, I think it's very good here."

"You..." Sang Mengyu glared at him fiercely, and simply stopped making sense: "What if I must compete here?" After a pause, he added: "Are you afraid of hurting the innocent? Don't worry, I will pay attention."

Yuan Xing still shook his head. He was very afraid of the government and had really tried the taste of being shot. If the two of them make a big fuss, the Chinese army would not be spoiled.

"So cowardly." Sang Mengyu curled her lips, was silent for a while before saying again: "What about the riverside?"

Yuan Xing hesitated at this time and wanted to refuse. This was not a coward, but a low-key one. But then he thought, no matter what ordinary people are, the official will definitely do the aftermath, so that they can have some correct concepts about extraordinary warriors. Who knows if something similar will happen in the future?

"No matter whether you win or lose, the donor must tell you the exact location you have traveled through." He added a condition. If you lose, at least you can seal the passage?

"Okay..." Sang Mengyu should be straightforward. In her opinion, she is a innate master, and it is the same when dealing with ninth-level warriors.

The two of them finished their discussion, and those who drank coffee drank coffee, those who drank snacks, and those who drank snacks, and no longer spoke.

This silence continued until the snacks were finished and the coffee was gone. No one spoke. One continued to play with his fingers, and the other simply crossed his legs to enter into a state of meditation. The atmosphere was so strange.

After a long time, Sang Mengyu was not as calm as a monk, and couldn't help but speak first. She said sarcastically: "You deserve to be a monk. Isn't it the man to pay for it at this time?"

Yuan Xing realized this and hurriedly took out his cell phone, but the next moment he was stunned. He came in a hurry and his cell phone got off the car.

Very good, one is innate, the other is a half-step extraordinary, do you have to have a tycoon meal before the two masters compete?
Chapter completed!