"What did you think of?" Lu Yi asked.

Xing Yuanqing said, "If there are no big figures here, then there is only one possibility. This place has already been used."

"Used? Can the treasures of Fengshui still be used?" Mu En was surprised.

Lu Yi glanced at Xing Yuanqing and asked, "You mean, someone is buried here."

"Not only that, the person who is most likely buried here is still a big man." Xing Yuanqing finished speaking, "swish" out.

"What did he do?" Mu En wondered.

"Go and see, don't you know." The monk followed.

I saw Xing Yuanqing falling on the ground, and then lying on the ground, his ears pressed against the ground, as if listening to something.

After a while, Xing Yuanqing plowed through the soil, grabbed a handful of soil and looked at it, then put it in front of his nose and sniffed it. Finally, he smeared a bit of soil with his finger and put it in his mouth.

"Big brother, is Lao Xing sick? What is not good enough to eat? He even eats soil." Mu En's fat face was filled with strangeness and asked.

"He is indeed sick."

"Ah, Lao Xing is really sick?" Mu En was surprised.

Lu Yi smiled and said, "Lao Xing liked to dig graves when he was in the secular world. If I guess right, he did this to tell if there is a tomb below."

"Can you see it this way?"

"Don't underestimate the skill of Captain Jin."

"What is Captain Mojin?" Mu En asked.

"To put it simply, it is someone who specializes in digging graves." Lu Yi finished speaking and stepped forward and asked Xing Yuanqing: "What have you found?"

Xing Yuanqing shook his head and replied, "I can't see it right now."

"Then don't look at it. We are here mainly for the Ten Thousand Clan Conference, to see the geniuses in the cultivation world today." Lu Yi said.

"Yeah." Xing Yuanqing nodded.

"Let's go!"

The four walked towards the city.

Along the way, I met a lot of people entering the city. These people were all masters with a strong cultivation base. Mu En even met a few acquaintances and greeted them enthusiastically.

Under the city, Lu Yi stopped and looked up, only to see the four ancient seal characters "Beishan Cliff" on the mottled and primitive city wall.

Many poems and essays are also engraved on the wall, which are still clearly visible even after a long time.

"The reason why this place is called Moya is that this city wall was once a huge stone, which was transported to this place by a peerless strongman and made the city wall. The poems on it were all left by the sages and predecessors, and only the saints Experts above the realm are qualified to write." Mu En explained to everyone.

"So, I am also qualified to write poetry?" Xing Yuanqing asked curiously.

"Yes."

Seeing Mu En nodded, Xing Yuanqing raised his hand and wrote on a blank wall. When he finished writing, Mu En said, "In the curtain, the spring dream wakes up and becomes drunk, and the dragon at the entrance is shallow and deep."

"Good poem! Lao Xing, I didn't see it. You are still a master of poetry. I admire it." Mu En couldn't help but look at Xing Yuanqing with admiration.

"Just write it for fun, let everyone laugh." Although Xing Yuanqing said so, his face was full of pride.

"What a shit!" The monk despised: "This poem does not seem to have any artistic conception, and the momentum is also good, but it is vulgar and too dirty to read it carefully."

"Dirt?" Mu En didn't understand, and asked: "What do you mean?"

"Cough cough, it can only be unspeakable." Xing Yuanqing glared at the monk, afraid that Mu Enshen would ask, and hurriedly said: "Let's enter the city!"

"Lao Xing--" Mu En wanted to ask again, Xing Yuanqing had already entered the city, so he had to follow in.

The city is very lively.

There are full of voices, inn and wine shops everywhere, and at a glance, you can basically see the strong in the realm of saints.

"In fact, this city is usually very deserted. The reason why there are so many people now is mainly because the Ten Thousand Races Conference is held here." Mu En said: "When the conference opens, there will be more people here than now."

"Where are we going now?" Lu Yi asked.

"I think we can find a place to live first!" said the monk.

Mu En smiled and said: "Here is our Rongbao Pavilion branch. Let's go directly and live there these days. I will take you there."

Lu Yi just moved, and suddenly, a cold whoosh killing intent ran over here.

"boom!"

The monk turned around and punched to dispel his murderous aura, and shouted, "Who?"

"Me!" A cold voice came, and a familiar figure appeared in the sight of everyone.

"Qi Tian!" Xing Yuanqing exclaimed: "He really came."

Seeing Qi Tian, ​​the corner of Lu Yi's mouth was slightly raised.

Qi Tian made a black gown with an extraordinary demeanor, followed by seven or eight disciples of Kuzhuzhai. Lu Yi noticed that the highest cultivation level among this group of people was not in the realm of God.

"Qi Tian, ​​what are you doing?" the monk shouted unhappy.

Qi Tian ignored him and kept his eyes fixed on Lu Yi. After a while, he said, "Should I call you Master Cao or Lu Yi?"

He came from Lu Yi.

Lu Yi was not afraid, and said with a smile: "My surname is Lu Mingyi. As for Mr. Cao, that is the nickname I used to lie to Amao and Agou."

"You--" Qi Tian's face sank, and Lu Yi shouted with his fingers: "Do you want to die?"

"Death?" Lu Yi shook his head and said, "My life is very hard. Generally, people who want to kill me are killed by me. If I remember correctly, it seems that many of you Kuzhuzhai also died in my hands!"

Snapped!

Qi Tian took a palm.

Lu Yi was about to take the shot, and the monk took the first shot. He smashed it out and collided with Qi Tian's palm. Suddenly, Qi Tian was shaken back by two steps.

"Sun Wukong, this is the grievance between Ku Zhuzhai and Lu Yi, what do you mean by intervening?" Qi Tian asked with a pale face.

"Lu Yi is my boss, what do you mean by that?" The monk carried a mace and said, "If you want to kill my eldest brother, you must kill me first."

"Do you think I dare not kill you?" Qi Tian raised a huge murderous intent.

"Ouch, what are you guys?" Mu En hurriedly stood up to make a round and persuaded: "Qi Tian, ​​you are a big disciple of Ku Zhuzhai, don't lose your demeanor."

"I said, this is a private matter between Kuzhuzhai and Lu Yi, do you Rongbaoge want to mix it up?" Qi Tian didn't put Mu En in his eyes at all.

"You are not interested in participating in those messy things, but I still have to advise you. The Ten Thousand Clan Conference is about to be held. Since you are here, you must also be fighting for the best in the world. If you have the strength, you still keep it. Let’s compete for the rankings, I'll talk about other things later, what do you think?"

"Killing him has no conflict with me competing for the rankings." Qi Tian stared at Lu Yi and shouted, "Lu Yi, come out and die!"

"Who is such a mighty prestige? It turned out to be Senior Brother Qi!" Suddenly, a voice rang behind Qi Tian.

[Author's digression]: Third!