Traveling through the heavens as a myth

Suddenly, afterimages appeared on the gentle slope, and each afterimage maintained the posture of the gun.

One shot one at a time, and soon all the monsters were killed by Ning Yang.

"It's okay!"

With a wave of the flaming spear, Ning Yang turned his head to look at the young man in Huafu.

"No...it's okay, thank you!" The Huafu boy didn't seem to recover yet.

Although the face of the young man in Chinese clothes was slightly pale, his sword eyebrows and star eyes were extraordinary handsome. Upon closer inspection, the Chinese clothes on his body were also quite extraordinary.

More importantly, there seems to be a kind of extravagance in the youth of Huafu, the air of king.

"Master!"

Seeing that the young man in Huafu was okay, the two young men hurried over, begging for crime.

The old man turned his attention to Ning Yang.

Chapter 53

"Royal family?"

Ning Yang was puzzled. The temperament of the Huafu boy reminded him of the royal family in the storybook.

However, as far as I know, there is no kingdom or dynasty in the gravel world, only families, and naturally there is no royal family.

Is it from the Middle Thousand Realms?Ning Yang's heart jumped.

Before leaving, his father said to him that the gravel world was not particularly vast because of the vastness of the world, and the big families were the limit, and they couldn't form a dynasty over all the big families.

But the Middle Thousand Realms are different. The Middle Thousand Realms are vast, and the most powerful are the dynasties. The king who rules the dynasty is usually the first strongest of the dynasty.

"Thank you for your rescue. I don't know where the son came from?" The old man first thanked Ning Yang with his hands, and then asked.

"Zhenhai City." Although the other party's inquiry implied a sense of exploration, Ning Yang replied calmly.

"We are going to Gravel City, I don't know where the son is going here?" the old man continued.

"You are also going to Gravel City?" Ning Yang was surprised, but he didn't expect to meet someone who was going to the same place.

"Why don't you go with us?" The Huafu boy suddenly said.

"Okay." Ning Yang was taken aback for a moment, but looked at the sincere gaze of the young Huafu boy, and did not refuse.

Hearing Ning Yang's answer, the Huafu teenager smiled and seemed very happy.

"What happened to the monster clan just now?" Ning Yang suddenly remembered and asked quickly.

"We don't know, it just rushed down from the mountain suddenly." The old man replied.

"Yes, yes, I just wanted to rest here." The Huafu boy continued.

"Our horse was also startled." The strong young man added.

"I'll help you find it." Ning Yang finished speaking, flashing around, looking around.

"Fast body technique!" The old man's eyes flashed brightly. Although he had discovered it just now, he was even more shocked after facing him.

After a while, Ning Yang walked slowly with four dragon-scale horses.

"You are amazing!" The Huafu boy screamed, his face full of admiration.

The old man looked helpless, Ning Yang scratched the back of his head, as if he didn't know where he was great.

The scared horse was found, and a group of five people hit the road.

Along the way, the Huafu teenager looked like a curious baby, and questions emerged one after another.

Ning Yang didn't know why, and couldn't bear to refuse. He searched his stomach and racked his brains, answering questions one by one.

Maybe this is fate.

While chatting, the teenager in Huafu suddenly said that he wanted to hear the story of Ning Yang rushing outside.

Ning Yang smiled bitterly. He hadn't left Zhenhai City in 17 years. This time, it was a long trip. Where's the story?

However, after being entangled by the Huafu teenager, Ning Yang suddenly remembered a good idea.

"This is what I see from the script, you just listen to it as a story."

Ning Yang changed some of the martial arts he had seen in his previous life, blurred the background and time, and told the Chinese clothing youth.

Maybe it's because I don't have much knowledge, maybe it's that martial arts really have the charm of crossing time and space.

Not only the young man in Chinese clothes, but the old man dressed as a servant and the young men dressed as two guards also listened with gusto.

After talking about martial arts, talk about mythology.

After talking about mythology, talk about fantasy.

Just going all the way, all the way, Ning Yang talked dryly every day.

A few days later.

In front of the crowd, a city greeted everyone's eyes.

The city is built on the hills, and a ten-foot-high wall meanders and envelops the entire city.

At the gate, pedestrians are like weaving.

If you look closely, most of them are dressed in short dresses, and they seem to be cultivators.

It was the first time Ning Yang saw a city with such a high rate of cultivators.

Although the city does not seem to be as big as Zhenhai City, it is estimated that there are several times more practitioners than Zhenhai City.

"Wow, there are so many people. Looking at the mountains and trees every day, I'm tired of seeing them." A familiar voice sounded in Ning Yang's ear and couldn't help but smile.

He turned his head to look, and saw that the young man in Chinese clothes was surprised, and pointed at the pedestrian in the distance.

The servant old man and the two young guards seemed to have become accustomed to them, and their expressions did not fluctuate in the slightest.

Five people rode forward and came to the gate of the city.

"One low-grade elemental crystal per person." The guard soldier in the top helmet and buckled armor crossed his spears and said in a deep voice.

After paying the entrance fee to the guards, the group of five finally entered the gravel city.