The spirit boat slowly landed in front of Meng Bufan.
On top of the spirit boat, stood dozens of mighty soldiers wearing black armor. Most of them were in the early and middle stages of Emperor Wu.
The man at the head was tall, nearly two meters tall, and was at the peak of the late Emperor Wu's cultivation. He was Lei Ming, the captain of the fifth patrol team in ancient Fengcheng.
Looking at the soldiers on the spirit boat, Meng Bufan quickly made a rough assessment of the overall strength of ancient Fengcheng. In the mortal world, large capital cities like Shenhuang City are usually patrolled by warriors of the Martial Emperor realm.
The Heavenly Palace is patrolled by people in the Martial God realm. In other words, the overall strength of ancient Fengcheng is between the mortal world and the Heavenly Palace.
At this time, Meng Bufan felt confident. Master Central Heavenly Emperor put him here, which was indeed a good place for Meng Bufan to practice.
So he said calmly: "I'm Meng Bufan."
Perhaps seeing Meng Bufan's cultivation, those black-armored soldiers were a little nervous. Meng Bufan's strength was relatively top-notch in ancient Fengcheng. They didn't know if Meng Bufan was hostile to ancient Fengcheng. The only thing they knew
The only thing is that Meng Bufan is not from ancient Fengcheng, and the aura on Meng Bufan is different from that of locals like them.
The sound of Lei Ming is the same as his name. When he speaks, it is like the sound of a bell. It is really a bit like Lei Ming: "Where do you come from? Why did you come to my ancient Fengcheng?" Although he was afraid of Meng Bufan's strength, he was neither humble nor arrogant.
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At this time, people were entering the city one after another, but Meng Bufan found that these black-armored soldiers did not ask them any questions. Meng Bufan was a little confused, why did they only stop him for questioning?
Meng Bufan knew that if he forced his way into the city, these black-armored soldiers would definitely not be able to stop him. But he could not do this. If this happened, the black-armored soldiers would definitely sound a warning. Once the master appeared, Meng Bufan was not sure.
What's more, he is here to experience and find opportunities, not to cause trouble.
So, Meng Bufan only pondered and replied: "I come from Tiangong. I have no hostility when I come to ancient Fengcheng. I just want to practice and gain some experience."
His answer made Lei Ming frown. People from the outside had entered the ancient Fengcheng to experience before, but there were very few people as strong as Meng Bufan. After thinking about it for a while, he waved his hand and let him go.
Anyway, ancient Fengcheng had its own powerful control. Although Meng Bufan was strong, he could not make too big a splash. The most important thing was that Lei Ming did not find anything wrong with Meng Bufan.
Before Meng Bufan entered the ancient Fengcheng City, he asked Lei Ming a question: "Brother, I have a question, can you give me some advice?"
"Well, tell me!" Lei Ming was also very interested in Meng Bufan, who was so young but so powerful. He stared at Meng Bufan with interest.
"There are so many people entering the city, but my appearance is not obviously different from theirs. Why did you stop me to ask?" Meng Bufan pointed at the warriors around him who were still entering the city one after another.
"Haha" Lei Ming burst out laughing after hearing Meng Bufan's question. "We are all descendants of the ancient Phoenix clan, and our bodies will emit the breath of Phoenix fire. We can tell it by our breath."
"Then don't you Phoenix Clan all have fire attribute constitutions?" Meng Bufan was horrified. The whole city is filled with fire attribute warriors, which is shocking.
Lei Ming smiled and nodded. He had a good impression of Meng Bufan, so he patiently answered his questions.
After thanking him, Meng Bufan stepped into Fengcheng.
What kind of world is this! Meng Bufan secretly marveled.
The clouds floating in the sky are all red. The red clouds vaguely reveal the meaning of fire.
The entire city is basically red, except for the patrolling soldiers who are wearing black armor. Everyone else is wearing red clothes. The entire city is a sea of red, like a sea of flaming fire.
Meng Bufan, dressed in Tsing Yi, looked so eye-catching in the crowd. Many people turned their attention to Meng Bufan and pointed at him, an uninvited guest.
Meng Bufan naturally understands this truth when one goes to the countryside and does as the Romans do.
The first thing he has to do now is to find an inn and put on red clothes. He can't change the aura of his body for the time being, but at least he can make his appearance consistent with other people's.
Fortunately, because Xiaohu also has a fire attribute, he also prefers red clothes. Now Xiaohu is almost as tall as Meng Bufan. Xiaohu is in the gourd now. He must have spare red clothes on him. Meng Bufan does not need to go there specially.
Bought.
Before entering the ancient Fengcheng, Xiaohu entered the gourd. Because the immortal energy in the ancient Fengcheng was obviously not as good as the Heavenly Palace and not as good as the small world of the gourd, Xiaohu stayed in the gourd and did not come out.
Just when Meng Bufan was looking for an inn, a group of people walked towards him. Needless to say, they were all dressed in red.
Wherever they passed, everyone else shunned them. It seemed that they were the princes and grandsons of the ancient Phoenix clan, and others did not dare to offend them.
The leader was a young man of about twenty years old. He had a fair face and two words written on his pampered face - arrogance. His eyes seemed to be arrogant.
Quiet discussions came from Meng Bufan's side.
"Brother, hurry up and hide. The person coming is Feng Feifei, the prince of the Feng clan, and we can't afford to offend him."
"Okay. I heard that Feng Feifei is already in the middle stage of the Martial God, and we really can't afford to offend her."
Meng Bufan's hearing was so powerful that he took in all these discussions.
Meng Bufan laughed silently. It seemed that it was the same whether in the mortal world or elsewhere. There were such domineering officials and officials everywhere.
Feng Feifei seems to be proud of it. In the ancient Feng City, he was able to become a mid-stage Martial God at the age of twenty. His talent is naturally quite good. He is also a prince of the Feng clan. Wherever he goes, others give way.
Meng Bufan smiled and retreated to the street with everyone. Although he disliked this bully young master, he did not intend to teach him a lesson. He had just arrived in Ancient Feng City and did not intend to cause trouble.
He didn't want to cause trouble, but trouble came to his door.
Feng Feifei glanced around as he walked, as if a king was inspecting his subjects.
His eyes fell on Meng Bufan. Meng Bufan, dressed in green clothes, looked extremely eye-catching among the red crowd.
Feng Feifei stood next to Meng Bufan, staring at Meng Bufan with admiring eyes. Meng Bufan was also at the middle stage of the Martial God on the surface, just like Feng Feifei. This surprised Feng Feifei, and she immediately had the idea of recruiting him.
However, there was no hint of appreciation in his language. On the contrary, his language was full of arrogance and contempt.
"Country boy, your kung fu is pretty good. This prince has taken a liking to you. From today on, you will be my bodyguard."