Outside the Shencheng City of Wanyun Cave, the giant tree tops the top of the green leaves, connecting into a shade of green shadows, covering the ancient road of Changting dozens of zhang wide, leaving only a line of blue and gray pavement. The bustling holy group slowly squirmed forward on the seemingly wide ancient path.

"Hurry up, hurry up, what are the saints waiting for in front of you?" A sage shouted anxiously.

Shouting and shouting, the holy group, which was already crowded, was still moving very slowly. At the ancient pavilion not far away, the spiritual light kept flashing. In each flash, a Sage appeared at the Ancient Pavilion.

In the ancient pavilion, there were two first-order sages of condensation, one was a middle-aged saint, dressed in brown battle armor, with a bad smile, and even his eyes were filled with a ghostly smile. The other was a plump saintess, pursed her lips and didn't know what she was laughing at. The round face was smiling, like a blooming flower, trapped in two lovely deep laughing sockets.

"Senior Brother Liluan, call your apprentice back, just catch someone, and reason with a madman who doesn't know how to live or die." The plump saint said with a smile.

"Hey, Senior Sister Xiyun smiled, these disciples of mine have been here for a long time, and they are also playful, and when they encounter such a thing, they will inevitably have to laugh." Liluan smiled.

The Holy Realm cities all have forbidden air, and the requirements for forbidden air in each city are different, and some city gates have forbidden air arrays, and when they arrive at the city gates, whether it is the art of escaping the sky, or the teleportation array will appear. Some set up a forbidden sky array in the ten-mile long pavilion, and the sage stopped in the long pavilion and walked into the city. This section of the journey is forbidden to use teleportation, and you can only walk.

Shen Cheng is the second type. In order to ensure the order from the long pavilion to the city gate, the long pavilion in Shencheng is often patrolled. Catch a few disobedient sages, ring the alarm bell, and maintain the majesty of Shencheng City.

Li Luan and his disciples had just inspected the long pavilion, and the space fluctuated, and a saint priest with a cloak appeared outside the long pavilion. As soon as he appeared, he disappeared. Li Luan frowned, and the three Peixing disciples chased after him in a blink of an eye.

After Li Luan finished speaking, he glanced at the official road where the head was squirming.

There was a fluctuation of aura in the long pavilion. More than a dozen Wanyun disciples appeared outside the Long Pavilion, and one of the Pei Xing disciples pulled a handful of thick black hair and walked towards the Ancient Pavilion.

Behind the thick black hair, a sage lowered his head, grabbed the hands of the disciple of Pei Xing tightly with both hands, and shouted angrily. "Let go of your hands, you dare to pull the hair of the young master".

The priest of the training camp laughed. "Master, this kid is not only a holy criminal who violates the rules of my city. is still a big liar pretending to be the young master of Wanyun, and he keeps saying that he is the young master of Fan Yan."

Liluan smiled faintly. "Senior Sister Xi, look at how to deal with it."

"Senior brother, do you still need to ask me about this, aren't the city rules and codes in your heart? Xi Gang said and looked at the sage priest who was struggling with his head down, shook his head with a smile, and thought to himself: "Everyone has this matter, and when they arrive at the door of Wanyun's house, there are still people pretending to be Wanyun Young Master." Not to mention anything else, even if it is as fat as a tank, it can be said that it is justified, just this figure. I didn't believe it when I was killed, this saint must have let the donkey kick in his brain."

"Pan Lera to the penal pillar, punished according to the law". Li Luan didn't care about such a trivial matter.

According to the rules of Shencheng City. This crime of teleporting outside the city is nothing more than a punishment of ten hedron after a warning. to those who do not admit their guilt. Hit up to two "Dragon Whips".

Pan Lei grabbed the black hair and turned to leave, his brow furrowed. "Master, how to punish this crime of pretending to be a young master."

"Fuck you, Lao Tzu is the young master of Wanyun, let go of me." The priest with his head bowed struggled and shouted.

"You're a little bigger." Pan Lei returned his hand and tapped the priest's head.

Buzz, the head of the saint sounded like countless gongs at the same time, and the anxious eyes of the saint kept rolling up and down in his sockets like jumping beans. His legs were weak, and his knees were arched and he collapsed on the ground.

A piece away from Luan Meng. "Yes, there is no such code in the city rules." For hundreds of thousands of years, no one dared to come to Shen Cheng to shout that he was the young master, and it was really difficult to leave Luan by chance when such a fool appeared.

Liluan turned his head to look at Xi Rong. Xi's round chubby face shook his head with a smile.

Li Luan shook his long hair and fluttering head, and straightened his sideburns and buns. "It should be punished as if it were a fraud law".

Pan Lei blinked. "Master, the light one who deceives is whipped, and the serious one is ruined, I don't know which one is used in the road, this saint is not angry with the young master and the policeman."

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Liluan's face, and he was about to open his mouth. Xi Rong said with a smile. "Okay, okay, beat him with twenty lashes and throw him out of Shen Cheng, you don't need to be so serious, this saint is a fool nine times out of ten."

Pan Lei looked at Master Liluan.

Li Luan's eyes widened. "Look at what you see, don't do what your uncle said." After speaking, he turned his face to look at Xirong. "Senior sister, you still have a vision and a good heart, if it were me, I would kill him."

"Kill, kill, you will know that you will kill, after a while, the young master of Bai Juan will come back, there will be a sea of people here, and the blood will be full of energy, and the young master of Bai Juan will not give you good fruits to eat." Xi Rong gave Luan a fierce look.

"Oh, yes, look at my brain. Hurry up, let these sages leave quickly, Young Master Bai Juan is back." Li Luan suddenly shouted angrily to the apprentice who was standing outside the ancient pavilion in a daze.

More than a dozen Gugen disciples immediately lit up as soon as they heard the words "Young Master Bai Juan". One by one, as if taking stimulant pill crystals, they rushed to the sages who were watching the excitement. "Let's go, let's go, Wanyun Bai Juan is going back to the city."

This voice really works, the originally crowded Sage. With a bang, a road surface was released. Thousands of Spirit Stage Sages were so frightened that they ran towards the gate of Shen City.

There is no way, there is no need to clear the people of the dozen or so Gugen disciples who are away from Luan, and the saints who squeezed to the sides will clear the people themselves. Those who are below the root are warned. "Get out, is this where you're standing"?

Pan Lei's hand holding his hair trembled. In my heart, I was like carrying a few rabbits, and I kept jumping and tom.

Young Master Bai Juan, that is an angel-like saint in the heart of the young saints of Wanyun Cave, countless solid roots and cultivation saints in order to see Young Master Bai Juan, I don't know how many times they have dueled in private.

Needless to say, Pan Lei, the fourth-order saint who practiced the same hall as the young master Bai Juan studied the technique, and he was the kind of saint who had his heart beating when he saw Bai Juan, and his mouth was not good, so he could only silently look at that group of people with eyes full of tenderness and excitement.

Pan Lei lifted the false young master who was sitting on the ground, without shouting. Throw it at the punishment pillar more than ten zhang away from the small pavilion.

The soft noodle-like fake young master, with a snap, his face facing the pillar, like a flattened skin, lying flat on the wide punishment pillar. With a few clicks, the false young master's limbs were locked in a large zigzag shape to the punishment post.

Pan Lei pulled out a chain whip connected by countless thin rings from his waist with a loud sound, and with a slight shake, the ring whip made a loop in the air, and countless thin rings spun with a roar when the whip danced in the air. The interlocking rings turned red in a blink of an eye, from the tail of the whip to the tip of the whip, and a scorching flame ignited from between the rotating rings of each thin ring. The entire whip turned into a slender dragon in the flames, whirling and whirling in the air.

Pan Lei fiercely took a fire dragon whip, and the fire dragon whip made a whistling sound, and it was divided into three in the air, and three were divided into nine, turning into nine phantoms and flying towards the fake young master. "Senior brother, you are stupid, the execution at this time made Young Master Bai Juan perceive it. You still want to mix it up."

As soon as the Nine Phantoms flew out, a fiery voice rushed into Pan Lei's ears. "Oh my God".

Pan Lei shook the fire dragon whip in his hand violently, and the nine phantom eyes were drawn to the fake young master, and the traces of it were lost in a flash. Pan Lei reached out and touched his red face, and his heart chuckled. Turning his head and hugging his fist at his junior brother Geng Fan. My heart was beating wildly again.

At this time, the space outside the ancient pavilion shook, and a silver-white battle armor saint girl appeared outside the long pavilion, surrounded by more than a dozen cultivators. The expressionless face of the saint has a hint of redness, a small nose, a delicate mouth, and a delicate and beautiful face.

Xi Gong moved in front of the Silver Armor Holy Maiden and bowed lightly. "The Dharma Protector Xi Geng, on the order of the special envoy Rou Jia, came to greet Young Master Bai Juan."

Bai Juan nodded to Xi Rong, and a faint smile was considered a salute.

Xi Rong was stunned, retreated to the side, and glanced at Zhang Jing behind Young Master Bai Juan. Zhang Jing raised her thin eyebrows at Xi Rong and squinted her eyes. Xi Rong immediately understood what Zhang Jing meant. "I said why is Young Master Bai Juan so cold today."

Although Li Luan felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong, he hurriedly took Pan Lei and other disciples to salute. Bai Juan nodded.

Suddenly, the ruddy skin on Bai Juan's face contracted, his lips pursed, his breath spasmed, and his black eyes danced with a watery light, shining with crystal. With the white and tender neck and shin of some Muna, he slowly turned to the punishment post.

Li Luan just straightened up, with a bright smile on his face, and when he saw Bai Juan's gaze, his grinning smile froze suddenly. Swallowed two or three mouthfuls of saliva. He glanced at Pan Lei.

Pan Lei became dumbfounded, panicked, and a little dazed. Pan Lei is not a fool, and he can see at a glance that Young Master Bai Juan doesn't like this.

"Senior brother, the young master is waiting for you to reply." Geng Fan pushed Pan Lei and reminded in a low voice.

Pan Lei's body shook, his heart was beating wildly, and his face was purple in the red. After opening his mouth a few times, he stumbled a few words, and every word was filled with panic and trill, which was an irrepressible voice when he was excited. "Less... Host... This is... Just... Scratch... The deception... sub".

Without waiting for Bai Juan to speak, Zhang Jing, who had been standing behind Bai Juan, appeared in front of the punishment pillar suspiciously. Picking up the hair of the fake young master, his lips trembled, and his eyes under his eyebrows were tightly locked, revealing a little puzzlement and surprise. deliberately squinted his eyes, and a hint of joy appeared between his eyebrows. "Pan Lei, let the people go, and the young master will interrogate them personally."

Fine sweat oozed from Pan Lei's black and thick hair, and he seemed to feel that Zhang Jing's voice had a hostility that made people's hair stand on end. Pan Lei didn't wait for the master to leave Luan to speak, and waved his hand at the punishment pillar.

Zhang Jing gently clamped the fake young master like mud. He nodded to Young Master Bai Juan. With a twist of his waist, he disappeared from the bewildered saints. (To be continued......)