"Kuhai, come here, I have something to ask you to help. ”

Ling Feng didn't care about Ling Qingzhu's abnormal behavior, he lowered his voice and muttered a few words to him: "You go to the Blue Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan right now, and find the Eighth Elder Moke Immeasurable ......"

"Don't worry, young master, I'm going to leave now, no matter whether things are done or not, I will come to see you at the Providence Gate about before the evening. ”

Ji Kuhai nodded again and again, and then his back dissipated at the door.

"Suxin, wait for me ......"

Ling Feng clenched his fists, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

From the wild monuments to Tianming City, all the way to the dust, Ling Feng's body was full of dust at the moment, like thousands of ants crawling.

However, because he was too worried about Su Xin's safety, he ordered his subordinates to bring a basin of water, wiped his bloodstained face at will, and did not even change his clothes in time.

Originally, according to Ling Zhongzheng's meaning, let him bring more people to strengthen his momentum.

However, Ling Feng refused, the Heavenly Providence Gate was not far from Tianming City, and there were forces of the Heavenly Dao of the Divine Domain Town all around, if an accident occurred, Ling Feng would use the messenger jade talisman, and several Heavenly Thrones led by Liu Lao would rush to the first place

What's more, the opponent is the Red Family of the Heavenly City, and before he figured out how many people there were on the other side, Ling Feng didn't want to startle the snake, so he still entered the Heavenly Providence Gate alone and explored the truth before talking.

Ling Feng steered the quicksand boat and exerted his speed to the limit, and in the evening, the mountain range where the Providence Gate was located loomed in sight.

Ling Feng's heel just landed. The divine consciousness spread around, and found that in the dense mountains and forests around him, there was a strong aura lurking. It should be the minions of the Red Family.

He pretended to be uneventful and walked up the stone steps towards the peak.

Along the way, the towering ancient trees on both sides of the mountain road are full of red lanterns, which looks festive.

For Ling Feng, the bright red color was so dazzling, and a sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth, reaching the square of the Providence Gate. When I looked up, I was suddenly stunned.

Only in front of him. There were figures everywhere, black and oppressive, and roughly estimated, there were at least seven or eight thousand people.

The blame is that these people are dressed in all sorts of ways. There are butchers who kill pigs, old farmers who farm land, beggars who ask for food, woodcutters who chop wood, hunters who hunt, and even many cultivators with low power mixed in.

These miscellaneous armies are not from the Providence Sect at all, nor are they disciples of the Red Rank Family, what is the purpose of gathering here on such a large scale?

Ling Feng endured the doubts in his head. Squeezed through the crowd and came to the forefront of the square.

Sitting in the front row were dozens of beggars, unkempt. Cracked brown front teeth, is constantly gnawing on the bun in his hand.

"This uncle, what are so many of you doing gathering at the Providence Gate?"

Ling Feng asked a beggar who couldn't even distinguish between a man and a woman.

The Providence Sect is all a Nine-Rank Sect, so would it allow these mediocre mortals to gather on a large scale and defile the Holy Land?

"Didn't your boss tell you that there is already a master here?"

The beggar, who couldn't tell his age, looked up. Glancing at Ling Feng, he said irrationally.

"What the hell is that?"

Ling Feng's face was inexplicable. Instead, some enlightenment came to pass.

At this time, he was dirty, sloppy in clothes, and looked no different from begging beggars, no wonder these beggars regarded themselves as peers.

"You're not from my beggar gang?"

The beggar who took the lead saw Ling Feng's expression was different, and said strangely: "Then you must have come to participate in the martial arts competition to recruit relatives, right?"

"What kind of martial arts competition?"

The more Ling Feng listened, the more mushy his mind became.

"Have you seen that there are seven or eight thousand people in this square, most of them are not awakened mortals, but there are still a few cultivators mixed in them?"

The beggar who took the lead said: "We mortals who have not awakened come to the Providence Gate because Prince Chenlu is generous, and before tying the knot with Miss Suxin, we will give a reward, and we are here to ask for this lottery."

"What about the cultivators who are mixed in the crowd?"

Ling Feng said in a deep voice.

"I heard that Miss Su Xin was dissatisfied with this marriage, and posted a hero post widely, wanting to compete in martial arts to recruit relatives, and the winner hugged the beauty, so some disciples of small families who were not self-sufficient flocked to it. ”

The beggar who took the lead laughed and said, "These cultivators are really ignorant, and they don't want to think about it, how can Miss Su Xin be able to climb high? Even if they are lucky enough to defeat Chenluo Gongzi in the ring, they will have to have their lives back." ”

Ling Feng finally understood.

It is understandable that mortals come to the Providence Gate to ask for money, and the reason why Su Xin set up the ring of martial arts competition to recruit relatives is not only to protest against this marriage, but also to hope that a real peerless hero will fall from the sky and save her from fire and water.

"Young man, I want to be in our fate, and I would like to advise you in the old age. ”

The old beggar saw that Ling Feng's face kept changing, and persuaded him: "Since you have come to participate in the competition to recruit relatives, you are also a cultivator of the Awakening Wheel of Life, compared to us sloppy beggars, there is undoubtedly the difference between immortals and mortals, why should you lose your life for the sake of beauty?"

"Driving"

Just as Ling Feng wanted to reply, two roars of fierce beasts were transmitted from the void.

Ling Feng, including thousands of people at the scene, couldn't help but look up, only to see two gold-painted, extremely luxurious carriages coming one after the other.

The two carriages were tied to the front of the carriage by alien beasts with wings and horns on their heads.

"It's Chenluo Gongzi and Miss Su Xin who are back. ”

Thousands of people in the square gave way to a large empty space for the two carriages to land.

When the trailing carriage fell to the ground, the driver was too fast to pull the bolt and knock down a woodcutter who had come to beg for money.

"Humble pariah, dare to disturb my young master's driving and watch how the old man beats you to death. ”

The horseman who was driving was a powerhouse in the late stage of the Shenqiao Realm, and at this time, he was furious and raised the thumb-thick whip in his hand and slammed it towards the frightened woodcutter on the ground.

I only heard a crisp sound of 'pop', and there was a shocking blood mark on the woodcutter's shoulder.

Ling Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and the genes of the riot burned in his body.

The Chen family, the red family of this Heavenly City, is really domineering, and they dare to be presumptuous in his territory.

"Little brother, it's not a big deal, don't look at it, be careful of getting burned. ”

The leading beggar sighed: "In the eyes of you high-ranking cultivators, I mortals are not even as good as pigs and dogs, even if I am not killed now, maybe one day I will be riddled with diseases and freeze to death in a no-man's corner, and there is not even a person to collect the body." ”

The leading beggar was deeply afraid that Ling Feng would be young and vigorous and anger the coachman who pulled the carriage, so he hurriedly pulled Ling Feng back a few steps, away from the edge of the carriage.

Ling Feng let it pull it, didn't speak, and didn't resist, because he knew that this was not the time to make a move. (