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obedient?Who do you listen to, do you listen to the unreasonable words of senior brother?

Junior Brother Cheng was obviously a little angry, but he didn't intend to show his emotions on his face.

Brother Shi is older than him, and naturally has more experience than him, so there is a high probability that he cannot be quarreled with just by arguing.

So Cheng Yuzhi decided to follow Yu Ziframe tomorrow.

To prevent the senior brother from being overwhelmed by thinking about it, he really ran to the ancestor of the mist to give his head away.

When the morning light came, everyone got up one after another, doing the work that should be done, washing up... No, I didn't wash up, just get a basin of water as much as possible, just wash up casually.

Those who have steamed buns eat dry food, but those who don't are hungry.

Cheng Yunzhi watched his senior brother leave the house, and followed secretly.

The words that his senior brother said echoed in his mind: "The sky is falling, and someone with a high cultivation base will support you, so don't be afraid."

Cheng Yunzhi was silent for a moment, feeling that what Senior Brother said was wrong.

If the senior brother supports him, if the innocence really collapses, what will the senior brother do?

So full of complicated thoughts, he sneaked behind Yu Ziframe, watching him go around the street where the demon cultivators gathered, and walk along the path as usual.

Walk all the way to the firm where he works, and then go to the back to change clothes.

Cheng Yunzhi hid at the corner of the door, hanging his head worriedly.

He was listening at the door, listening, and suddenly there was no movement inside!

Cheng Yunzhi's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but think that the elder brother probably went to challenge the ancestor of the mist because he didn't change his clothes!

He didn't care about anything else, rushed over and squeezed in through the crack of the door: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother!"

There was no one in the room!

On the other side of Yu Zi's frame, he jumped out of the window, quickly turned over into the backyard, and returned to the path from the backyard.

He was determined to go back and see if his junior brother who was too stubborn in a certain aspect would really disobey his senior brother and run to find Patriarch Miwu.

Don't do this crab!

Brother Yu went back to the hut, the ground was full of people and scattered hay, but he couldn't see even a hair for such a young junior brother.

The adult Daoist's breathing was stagnant, and he found himself a little unsteady and wobbly.

He grabbed someone casually and asked, "Have you seen Cheng Yuzhi?"

"Immortal Master! Ah! Immortal Master!" The arrested man stammered, "No... no! I saw it! He was still there in the morning, and he will be gone at some point!"

He casually pointed to the corner where Cheng Yunzhi had slept in the morning, greatly increasing his credibility.

Yu Ziframe was in a state of confusion, and Xiao Cheng was afraid that after he left, Xiao Cheng secretly went to the City Lord's Mansion without telling everyone.

He missed Cheng Yuzhi very much when he was young, he couldn't walk anywhere, and he had to open his hand to be hugged by his senior brother.

It's not like now, if you don't pay attention, you will throw yourself into a dangerous place, so that senior brother can't find the place.

While laughing at himself that his father was in charge of him too much, at the same time, he seemed to be divided, and his anger surged up, and he wanted to arrest Cheng Yunzhi and lock him in a safe place and not let him go anywhere.

Finally fell silent and got angry with myself.

If he wasn't just a little Nascent Soul...

What should be done now is to go to the City Lord's Mansion and bring Cheng Yunzhi back.

If the challenge starts, he will ask Patriarch Misty to add him to the challenge; if he can't join, sell himself to him, or kneel down, kowtow, and become enchanted on the spot...

Anything is fine.

In his small Changjin sect, there are only junior disciples left.

After Yu Ziframe greeted the people left behind, he packed up his things and set out on the road alone.

Cheng Yuzhi looked at the empty and narrow room, he was too shocked to speak.

He couldn't imagine where Xiao Cheng, who was alone, would go and how he would live his life after losing his senior brother.

They brothers, there are still many things to do together, for example, rebuild their sect, accept more and stronger disciples.

The world is so big, he is still trapped in this foggy city, unable to go anywhere.

Brother, please don't worry!

Cheng Yuzhi made a decisive decision, turned his head and left, and rushed to the City Lord's Mansion without stopping.

Encountering a few demon cultivators here and there, Cheng Yuzhi only thought in his heart that they should not cause trouble. Fortunately, no one paid attention to him, and Cheng Yuzhi went to the open space in front of the City Lord's Mansion smoothly.

Here and the shed area are basically two worlds, clean and stylish.

Cheng Yuzhi's heart was tense, and he looked around. Anyone who saw the figure rushed up, grabbed their sleeves, and shouted loudly: "Brother!"

The other party turned his head, no.

There were too many people in the open space, Cheng Yuzhi stumbled and looked around, it was impossible to find them one by one.

Confused, he caught a timid mortal and asked, "Have you seen such a tall Taoist with such a figure? He is a Nascent Soul, wearing dusty clothes."

The captured person looked at him fearfully, and said in a low voice, "I see, I see."

Cheng Yuzhi was so happy that his head was about to bloom: "Where is it?!"

"That's right, there, he's about to challenge Patriarch Misty," said Humanely, "He's the first one to ask to challenge Patriarch, yes, Cultivator Nascent Soul, it's too powerful, it's amazing, if he can succeed Well... we can survive!"

As he spoke, he began to cry.

Before he could speak, he felt that the other party's immortal master's hand had unknowingly let go.

This good-looking young man with ethereal and gentle appearance like a fairy said in a daze, "Who are you talking about?"

"Where?"

"Why does he want to go by himself..."

"Senior brother!" He let go of his fingers, his heart was completely ashes, and there was only a little hope left, "If he survives..."

Cheng Yunzhi murmured, as if feeling something, in the crowd, he raised his eyes and met Yu Ziframe who was anxiously looking for him.

Cheng Yun was stunned, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

Yu Ziframe's reaction was faster, like a nimble leopard, the afterimage passed through the crowd, and grabbed his lost and recovered junior.

It's like thanking God for allowing them to meet again.

Yu Ziframe's voice became hoarse, he called out many times, but Cheng Yunzhi was not called.

"It's good that you're fine," the taller Daoxiu heaved a sigh of relief, erasing all the future after falling from his mind, and no longer thinking about it, "It's fine, come here..."

"Master!!!"

Cheng Yuzhi choked up and said, he bent down and retched violently for a moment, obviously frightened.

The red mist invaded his fragile body and mind, making his throat itchy, his stomach pouch turned upside down, and his whole body feeling extremely uncomfortable.

But fortunately, fortunately, Senior Brother is intact.

Yu Ziframe clenched his left hand tightly, trying to control himself.

Patting Cheng Yun's back with the other hand, he found sadly that the junior brother's back has lost a lot of weight, and it is almost bone-thin.

He wanted to make him stronger, but he couldn't do anything.

"Okay, it's okay, I'm such an adult," Yu Ziframe said reluctantly, "Do you want some water? Are you hungry?"

Cheng Yuzhi straightened up, feeling the strange taste of rust still lingering in his mouth.

He coughed, nodded, and took the water from Yu Ziframe's hand.

After a brief cleaning, he finally regained his strength and was no longer as pale and weak as before.

Cheng Yunzhi smiled wryly and said, "Brother, I almost thought that you were the one who was going to challenge today. If Brother really went, what should I... Zhizhi do?"

Yu Ziframe patted his head reassuringly, and said, "I'm here, I won't go without preparation."

He changed the subject: "Is there someone who wants to challenge today?"

Cheng Yunzhi drank water vaguely: "Yes, you see so many people, they all came to see him."

In a red mist, the protagonist appears.

He is a Nascent Soul who has spent half his life in the misty city, with a hunched back and fluttering long sleeves. At first glance, he is thin and has no feeling of back.

He seemed to have a life-saving magic weapon, so he chose to challenge the ancestor of the mist.

Thinking, even if he can't survive three rounds, he doesn't want to continue to live in this city, and then be eaten up by low-level demon cultivators who are like hyenas.

To die is to die in the hands of powerful people.

He stood on the open space, and in an instant, the people around him emptied out, pushed into the distance by an invisible force, and split into two, clearly separated.

On one side was the fanatical Demon Cultivator, jumping for joy and cheering: "Kill him! Kill him!"

"Impossible!"

"Let him taste the power of the mist!"

On one side were the silent Taoist cultivators and mortals, no one dared to raise their heads to watch the situation in the center of the field.They are afraid of seeing the terrible scene, which will shatter their own shaky determination.

After a while, someone said by chance: "He will succeed?"

No one responded.

The sky began to change color, and the wind and clouds gradually rose, rendering the space of heaven and earth into a gray and dark color.

Thunderclouds drifted past and began to thunder. Every time the thunder and lightning fell, this land would be lit up for a moment.

Someone sang loudly: "Please—Mist Patriarch—"

Cheng Yunzhi quickly settled his mind, looked inside the Zifu, to stabilize his Dao heart, and not be affected by the voice of the demon cultivator who had poured his magic power.

It was still a little difficult for him to resist, not to mention there were many mortals around.

Everyone felt pain in their head, unable to vent their madness.

However, soon there was a Taoist who silently stretched out his spiritual power to block the sound waves for them.

Cheng Yuzhi breathed a sigh of relief, looked up, and found that the mist in the air was gushing out continuously, dyeing the light evilly and powerfully, presenting a bright and ominous red.

Soon, the mist condensed into a human form, transforming into a blood-red robe, flying in the air.

It is the ancestor of the mist!

The cheers of the demon cultivators present were even louder, overwhelming and overwhelming!The red mist seems to have life, and it fluctuates with the cheers, spreading away like waves.

Beside Cheng Yunzhi, Dao Xiu sighed for a while, shook his head, and lowered his head in pain.

That's right, this is not another place, but the headquarters of the demon cultivators. Seeing such a grand occasion, they were powerless to stop it, so they could only sigh secretly.

When the cheers stopped, Patriarch Misty was suspended in the air, Shi Shiran turned his hands and pressed down, motioning them to listen to him.

The Misty Patriarch said: "We have ushered in the opening of a new grand event, and this is the celebration of the Misty City!"

"Let Daoxiu be willing to die in your hands!"

"Mist Patriarch."

The person who wanted to challenge couldn't listen anymore, his hands trembled, and even the sword in his hand hummed continuously.

If he doesn't stop Moxiu from speaking, his morale will be wiped out again and again, which will make things worse.

He raised his head and looked straight into the mist: "I'm here to challenge you. I will definitely take the mist stone from your hand."

The Misty Patriarch looked at him with a half-smile, with the corners of his eyes raised, he didn't take people seriously at all.

A flash of inspiration appeared in his hand, and a crystal-clear gem appeared. Even under the cover of the red mist, it couldn't resist its glaze-like brilliance.

It is the "Mist Stone" that can leave this city!