After Lu Nanting left, Dongfang Yanran looked at Lu Fan doubtfully: "What does he mean?"
Lu Fan shook his head: "Maybe our whereabouts have been exposed, and they want to send someone to arrest us."
Dongfang Yanran frowned slightly: "The people who came to Beijing want to arrest us? The headquarters of Wumeng League?"
"But he said he couldn't even believe his words, so should we believe his last words?"
Lu Nanting's words were contradictory and difficult for her to understand.
"who cares."
Lu Fan held the black token in his hand: "Since he gave us all the passes to Beijing, it proves that he is not willing to be our enemy."
"At least that's the case for now."
He glanced at the long line of cars on the road: "Hurry up and set off. The city will be closed after dark, and we have to sleep outside."
Dongfang Yanran nodded, gave up driving, and chose to walk the remaining distance with Lu Fan.
A journey of dozens of kilometers only takes a little more time for two people and does not consume physical strength.
However, the spectacular scenes of entering and exiting the city along the way still made the two of them feel a little emotional.
When the general trend comes, the most helpless and confused people are these ordinary people.
They have no idea what is happening around them, and their familiar lives are about to undergo earth-shaking changes.
In particular, there were overseas monks who directly approached Shangjing, forcing Lu Nanting to take action personally.
All signs indicate that the stability that has been maintained in the secular world for hundreds of years is about to disappear, and that a general trend is coming that neither warriors nor ordinary people can avoid.
When it got dark, the two people entered Shangjing, the capital city.
As soon as I stepped into this land, the aura of the Nine-Five Supreme Master immediately hit my face.
The high-rise buildings and flashing neon signs in front of us cannot conceal the coercion spreading from the very center of the city to the surrounding areas.
Layers upon layers, like gods, constantly scanning the people of the city, releasing imperial power.
The last time Qin Fan felt this kind of feeling was when he first entered the South China Sea Wonderland.
But compared with the pressure released by the five supreme beings on the top of Tianling Mountain, the imperial power of the capital seems more pure and rich.
As if traveling through countless time and space, a supreme emperor stands here, leaving no one with the slightest thought of resistance.
"It's no wonder that I came to Beijing during the 9th Five-Year Plan. Its Feng Shui pattern was finalized by experts hundreds of years ago, forming an unchanging destiny that lasts for thousands of years, guarding this important place in the capital."
In Dongfang Yanran's puzzled eyes, Lu Fan faintly spit out two words: "National destiny!"
Dongfang Yanran's eyes flickered and she looked at the busy traffic around her, but she didn't feel anything.
Lu Fan smiled: "You haven't reached this level yet and are not aware of luck. You will be aware of it when you regain your strength."
Different from the tense atmosphere outside the city, inside the city, every inch of land here seems to be filled with a peaceful atmosphere, solemn yet elegant, solemn and majestic, with golden layers and splendor everywhere. The city is really filled with golden armor!
Moreover, with such a strong suppression of the national destiny, it is basically impossible to feel the existence of any evil spirit.
Even, Lu Fan had a vague feeling that the strength of ordinary cultivators would be somewhat suppressed after entering Shangjing City.
Dongfang Yanran has already noticed this.
She is still the strongest person now, but once she enters the city, she becomes only at the peak of Grand Master.
The two of them were discussing finding a hotel to stay in first and continuing to delve into the mystery of Qingwu Gutu.
A Bentley without a license plate was slowly driving towards the two of them.
