Traveling through the world of immortal cultivation with the game panel

Zhu Qing nodded, "Then I'll bother you, Third Prince."

Zhang Yunqing smiled and shook his head. That was right. Wearing the mask of a mysterious immortal, he would inevitably be surrounded by people buying things when he entered the city. It would be better for him to live in Lan Xiangzi's house. Firstly, it would be quiet there, and secondly, it seemed that Zhu Qing wanted to use his identity to facilitate his actions.

Well, I wonder if Zhu Qing has any other clues.

Lan Xiangzi happily brought Zhuqing to his own residence.

After everything was settled, Zhang Yunqing sighed casually, "I didn't expect that there would be mortals coming to Lingyao City. Senior Brother Lan, the robes in front of your city must be very expensive to rent, right?"

Sure enough, Zhu Qing behind the two of them noticed something and his ears perked up.

Lan Xiangzi thought for a moment and said, "The currency we use starts at the lowest level of low-grade spirit stones, which is naturally expensive compared to ordinary people."

"Eh? That woman named Ying Ling that we saw in front of the city actually dared to come to Lingyao City alone with so many treasures. She must have something more important than her life to accomplish, right?"

"Ying Ling?" Zhu Qing suddenly interrupted, his tone full of questions.

"You may not know, Immortal Lord, but I just made a bet with Senior Brother Lan about how many hundreds of years it would take for a mortal to come to Lingyao City, so I went to check out the registration records of mortals coming and going."

Lan Xiangzi glanced at her inconspicuously and smiled cooperatively.

Then, Zhang Yunqing revealed the known information in fragments to Zhu Qing.

Zhu Qing pondered for a moment after listening to this, then looked at Zhang Yunqing and said, "After listening to this..."

Zhang Yunqing smiled, "Shenxiao Sect, Zhang Yunqing."

"Friend Zhang, this woman named Ying Ling has indeed aroused my curiosity. I wonder if I can go with you two?"

"Of course." Zhang Yunqing nodded.

A group of three went to Jingwutai.

Previously, Zhang Yunqing thought that Jingwu Stage was just an arena for martial arts competitions, but he did not expect that Jingwu Stage was actually a floating building.

The three-story pavilion floats in the center of a lake, surrounded by countless statues of demons emitting various colors of spiritual light. From a distance, it looks like a huge rock that has collapsed and fallen.

And only when you get closer can you see that this floating pavilion is extremely exquisite, with carved beams and painted buildings, traces of exquisite formations everywhere, as well as some unfamiliar emblems of the demon race's innate magical powers.

"Third Prince!" As soon as the three of them landed in front of the pavilion, a spirit demon with a bull's head and a human body came to greet them. "Who do you want to challenge today, Your Highness?"

Lan Xiangzi shook his head. "I'm just strolling around today. Just do your thing. Don't worry about me."

The minotaur retreated respectfully.

Lan Xiangzi was obviously very familiar with this place, and he took Zhang Yunqing and the other person straight up to the second floor.

"Whoo~"

A gust of spiritual wind blew over, causing the clothes of the people who had just stepped onto the second floor to fly.

Zhang Yunqing stretched out his hand to block it, then looked over and saw many arenas on the second floor, where many spirit monsters were competing.

This wind of spiritual power came from a platform in the center, and on that platform, there was a spiritual cultivator and a spiritual monster in the body of a tiger.

At this time, the two were fighting fiercely, and there were many spirit monsters watching the fun from the audience, cheering one after another.

Zhang Yunqing took a closer look and found that the spirit cultivator was a pretty girl who was not very old and had a low level of cultivation.

He was wearing a goose yellow disciple uniform and looked like an outer disciple of the Golden Flame Sect.

However, Lan Xiangzi just took a quick look and continued to lead the two of them upstairs.

On the third floor, there is a complex array of colorful lights underfoot. At this moment, many people are sitting cross-legged here to watch the battle videos of some big guys.

"Look! This is where the recordings are. Take your time looking for it." Lan Xiangzi shrugged.

"But..." Lan Xiangzi looked at the two of them, "Do you know what that mortal looks like?"

"I don't know." Zhang Yunqing said calmly, "However, when we went to check the mortal registration records, I noticed the style of the robe. It had a large Lingyao City logo on it. It was quite unique. I don't think other people would have the same robe as the mortal."

"That makes sense." Lan Xiangzi suddenly realized, "Junior Sister Yunqing, you may seem indifferent, but you are actually very thoughtful."

Zhang Yunqing smiled.

A group of three people stepped into the formation, made seals with their hands and began to look through all the recordings from that year one thousand and three years ago.

Half a day later, the three of them gathered together the videos they had found, sat cross-legged on the ground, and watched them with great interest.

"I! am a snake that is determined to defeat the real dragon!" In the picture, a giant snake raised its head high, looking at the spirit monk who was much smaller than itself.

"Fight for the prosperity of the demon race!" A colorful bird whizzed past the arena.

"I accept your unyielding pride!" A spotted leopard licked its paws and looked at its opponent with contempt.

......

half an hour.

Lan Xiangzi yawned as he watched.

He looked at Zhang Yunqing, then at Zhu Qing, and simply moved back quietly. Nine fluffy and soft fox tails quietly appeared behind him, cushioning his body. Then he lay back and fell asleep.

At this moment, Zhu Qing suddenly looked at Zhang Yunqing, his eyes flashing, "Friend Zhang Xian seems to be quite concerned about this mortal named Ying Ling?"

Zhang Yunqing looked at the scene in front of him seriously, without even turning his head, and said perfunctorily, "I was just curious for a moment."

Zhu Qing withdrew his gaze and said nothing more.

"You kid! Do you dare to fight me head-on? What's the point of hiding all the time?" A bear stood up straight, put his hands on his hips and roared.

Zhang Yunqing sighed, thinking that it was just another useless message, but her eyes paused.

The bear's opponent looked familiar, was it... Elder Mo?

Elder Mo in his youth.

This should be within fifty years after the end of the war, which is also the time when Taixu Sect is desolate. Why would Elder Mo come to Lingyao City to compete with the spirit monsters?

She let go and looked carefully.

At this time, Elder Mo's meridians and spiritual roots must have been damaged. Although it does not affect his daily use of spiritual power, it also cuts off the possibility of continuing to practice, and his cultivation will no longer make any progress.

The opponent's bear monster was obviously much stronger than him.

There was a look of stubbornness and unwillingness on his face, but under the repeated attacks of the bear monster, he gradually turned into a look of dejection and hopelessness.

"Puff!" He was hit by the bear monster's palm and immediately rolled to the ground, spitting out blood.

The bear demon scratched his head and said, "Boy, are you injured? I didn't mean to beat you up like this."

Mo Wang trembled but stubbornly climbed up, straightened his back, raised his head and swallowed the blood foam, "I lost."