The Legend of Mortal Killing Immortals

Chapter 459

The four of Zhao Wuji entered Rongbing City again.

According to Master Wuyou, the construction of the city in the place of ghost cultivation is basically a ring of rings. The outermost is the gathering place for poor mortals. There are six royal cities in the middle, and now it is the holy city in the middle of the royal city.

Therefore, if you want to reach the general city, you must pass through the military city and obtain the customs clearance token of the military city. Only merchants in the world, or ghost cultivators with a high level of cultivation, are eligible to obtain customs clearance tokens. After all, if everyone goes to the general city or even the royal city, wouldn't it be messed up?
And this Rongbing City happened to be a subordinate of King Kun, one of the six ghost kings, and this King Kun was the junior brother who had a weird temper and a problematic character in the mouth of Master Wuyou.

The lord of Rongbing City, Zhengzhe, is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He is narrow-minded. He once suffered a loss from human monks, so he hates human monks very much. Whenever human monks come to Rongbing City, it is better to stay honestly. , he can ignore it, but if he dares to do something wrong, he will kill the killer. On the one hand, it is to relieve hatred, and on the other hand, it is to establish power.

Zhao Wuji also started to have a headache when he knew that this Zhezhe had this kind of virtue. It would be best if he could not deal with this kind of guy, but he still has to issue the clearance token, and it is estimated that this guy will make trouble in all likelihood. of.

Sure enough, when Zhao Wuji and the others stood in the main hall of the city lord and saw the arrogant and coquettish Jing Zhe, they knew that things were not easy to handle.

Looking horizontally and vertically, looking left, right, up and down, this is not a thing!
A pair of small eyes, a pig's kidney face, pockmarked face, a crooked mouth, a black birthmark on the cheek, and a tuft of hair growing on it, Zhao Wouji couldn't help but think of the image of a rich landlord.

"Human monk?" Lao Cai, the landlord, oh, no, it was Jinzhe who saw Zhao Wou-ki and the others, his eyes twitched, and his voice was clearly mixed with displeasure.

"That's right, Lord City Master!" Zhao Wou-ki said neither humble nor overbearing, cupping his fists.

"Hmph! Drag it out and chop it up!" Zhengzhe pouted, and suddenly ordered...

(End of this chapter)