Phoenix on Fire: Allure of the City

The three of them looked at each other and bullied each other again. This time, one person attacked the lower plate, the other attacked the middle, and the third attacked the upper plate. The tacit understanding was perfect, so that Nalan Qingcheng had no time to take care of it and was in a hurry.

However, how could Nalan Qingcheng not know the tricks of the three of them, she smiled strangely, and pretended to be in a hurry to make the eyes of the three of them light up, and quickly attacked, and when the three of them stabbed firmly at the places they were attacking, Nalan Qingcheng had already disappeared in place. Nalan Qingcheng kicked the three of them with both feet. Fortunately, the three of them didn't react too slowly. Nalan Qingcheng was shot straight to the ground, before she could react the determination of the three struck again.

Nalan Qingcheng casually transformed into a red arrow crossbow, one hand arrow crossbow and the other hand a red long sword, and went towards her face. She did not hide or retreat, the arrow crossbow kept firing, and the red long sword kept spinning, completely defeating the attacks of the three people. The three of them walked around behind Nalan Qingcheng and grabbed her hand. However, Nalan Qingcheng's hand was as slippery as a loach in the water, and he broke free from theirs in a blink of an eye.

Nalan Qingcheng kicked two of the three people down with a roundabout kick and fell to the ground. A long red sword stabbed back at the neck of the remaining one.

He hooked his lips and smiled lightly.

"How? Did I lose or win?"

The man whose neck was pressed by the long sword spread his hands.

"We lost, you can enter the Realm of God." He had never met such a fast person.

Afterwards, the three of them got out of the way, Nalan Qingcheng walked over leisurely, she pushed open the scarlet door, the moment the door was opened, a ray of light shone on Nalan Qingcheng's face, she She blocked her eyes, and when she opened them, she found herself standing on the street, surrounded by many people whispering.

"Look, here comes a newcomer."

"It's been many years since a single person came up, and it's really unbearable to have one come suddenly."

"Never mind him, it's none of our business anyway, let's go."

With that said, the group of people who were originally surrounded dispersed, leaving only people in twos and threes.

Nalan Qingcheng glanced around, the lowest cultivation level of the people here is fit, and she has entered the middle stage of the Mahayana, where the Mahayana realm at most belongs to the realm of the human world, the realm of transforming gods, it seems that this real god realm is really full of talents.

A gentle-looking man came forward.

"Come with me, I'm the one in charge of receiving you."

Nalan Qingcheng nodded and followed the man forward.

"My name is Yin Mo, what's your name?"

"Nalan Qingcheng." After finishing speaking, Nalan Qingcheng didn't say anything, and Yin Mo probably felt that this woman was indifferent, so he didn't have the nerve to speak again.

There were many people staring at Nalan Qingcheng along the way, and most of them were saying that it had been a long time since anyone came up, and finally someone came, and she was a beautiful woman.

About half an hour later, Yin Mo brought Nalan Qingcheng to the foot of a city wall. After talking to the guards at the gate, Yin Mo brought Nalan Qingcheng into that city.

The whole city is mainly simple, with no extra decorations, which highlights the introvertedness of the owner.

When they reached the gate of a palace, Yin Mo walked in first.

"Lord God, people brought it."

"Let her in."

Nalan Qingcheng stepped in and walked in. Originally, the palace was resplendent and magnificent, but what Nalan Qingcheng saw was a piece of simplicity, and there was a big word "Enlightenment" hanging in the center. The corner of Nalan Qingcheng's mouth twitched, feeling still a philosopher.