Less than ten kilometers outside Changhe Town, there is another kind of bustle that is different from the life of the residents in the town.
There are many flying instruments of different shapes docked in the sky, and they are roughly distributed according to the directions of different sects. Some are a ship that is the size of several courtyards, some are like a floating rockery in the air, and some are a black mass. Cloud, can't see the situation above clearly.
From time to time, people will come down from those magic tools, or go up from the ground.
These people have completely different dressing styles from the residents of the town.
Some are dressed in fluttering white clothes, just like the immortals in the paintings; some are completely covered from the beginning to the end, so that the original appearance cannot be seen at all.
There are many small stalls on the ground, and the stalls are set up with cloth at random, and there are all kinds of strange things on them. One after another, people would come forward to chat with the stall owner, haggling over the price of something, and sometimes asking for some extra small items as gifts.
This actually made the place a little more fireworks.
Among those people, there were also some mortals wearing coarse clothes, who could be seen coming from Changhe Town.
As for whether they were paid and hired, or forced to come here, I can't summarize them one by one.
Just above the center of the venue, on the most gorgeous big ship, a group of people were sitting together, discussing with serious expressions the opening time of the secret realm.
"Feng Jizi, when will this Purple Rhyme Secret Realm open? You must not be too old to calculate the time incorrectly, right?" The person who spoke was a middle-aged male monk.
He was wearing a dark gray robe, half of his face seemed to have been burned, leaving a terrible scar.
I don't know if the injuries he suffered were special or if there was some other meaning, but he didn't remove those scars, and just let them spread all over half of his face, it was terrifying to watch.
And Feng Jizi, who he said was "old", was sitting on the other side of the table.
Hearing this, he looked up and looked this way.
Contrary to this person, Feng Jizi was dressed in a white robe with wide sleeves and silver borders, black hair hanging loose, handsome face and extremely pale lips. He looked much younger than the man in gray who spoke.
A pair of pupils are very different from ordinary people, the color is very light silver-gray, at first glance, it seems to be integrated with the white of the eyes, only when you look closely, you can find the difference.
Being looked at coldly by these inorganic eyes, the middle-aged man who spoke provocatively just now felt an inexplicable chill behind him.
"The time for the opening of the secret realm is within a couple of days," Feng Jizi just "looked" at the man, speaking in a tone that was neither salty nor light, as cold as a layer of ice, "even if you don't believe my divination Like, you should also feel the changes in the nearby aura in the past few days. Of course, if the famous poisonous scorpion can't even sense such obvious aura fluctuations, it's as if I didn't mention it."
Compared with the obvious mocking tone of the man in gray, Feng Jizi's expression didn't change much, but it seemed even more embarrassing when he said the words so simply.
At least, that's what the man in gray thought.
He slapped the table with a "snap" and was about to stand up.
But he was pressed on the shoulder by the person next to him: "Okay! I don't have time to listen to your quarrel now. Hurry up and arrange a good candidate. It is related to the profound meaning of the Void Refining Realm. If anyone dares to make trouble in this matter, hum! Do it!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com