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The actions of these top sects were extremely strong, and under the orderly assignment, the turmoil quickly subsided, the survivors were resettled, and the spiritual vortex gradually began to subside.

The disciples sent by Nanxiaomen traveled around for a few days, and sent all the survivors within the search area to Wangu City where Daoist Qingyi was.

The aura vortex has begun to subside, but it still erupts in a small area from time to time. For safety, it is the safest way to send these people to the ancient city shrouded in a barrier.

While Xiao Qin and the others were still running around searching outside, Han Nansong in Wangu City was also busy without touching the ground.

"Senior Brother Han."

A disciple of Nanxiaomen said to Han Nansong: "All the residents sent back by the seventh team have been resettled properly, but the current housing is not enough. There is no problem in relocating the existing residents, but if there will be more More people are being sent and we don't have room for them."

"This is already the result of us using all the vacant places that can be used."

Han Nansong listened to the disciple's report, pondered for a moment, and said, "There seems to be a wasteland near the outskirts in the west of the city. I'll discuss it with the city lord. After obtaining his consent, I will send some disciples of Tulinggen to the city for the time being. Build some settlements."

"Yes."

Hearing his words, the disciple's gloomy face dissipated, revealing a joyful expression, and he was even more convinced by Han Nansong.

In the past few days, Han Nansong has not been surprised when things happen, he acts with a degree of advance and retreat, considerate, and behaves calmly, just like everyone else.

Liu Yuan, the lord of Wangu City, is a kind-hearted middle-aged man. Ever since the spiritual energy vortex appeared in the sky above Nanxiaomen, he has been worried for many days and has not felt at ease.

When the spiritual vortex first erupted, the defense formation of the ancient city began to operate, protecting the residents of the city in this storm.

The defense formation was set up by Da Neng at the beginning of the city's construction. The barrier is so strong that even monks in the stage of transforming gods cannot easily shake it, so it has survived the sudden spiritual riot.

However, a lot of spirit stones are needed to open and maintain the protective formation. Although the ancient city was once glorious, it has long since fallen. Otherwise, it would not be Liu Yuan, who has a golden core cultivation, to be the city lord.

And after protecting the residents through the most dangerous few days, the defense formation was completely destroyed under the dual stimulation of years of disrepair and the aura vortex.

Liu Yuan himself was only at the peak of the Golden Core cultivation base, apart from trying to support a formation covering the entire Eternal City with a few Golden Core monks in the city, he was helpless to rescue the residents outside the city.

After a lot of anticipation and anticipation, the fire brigade of Nanxiaomen finally arrived. The area covered by the formation of the powerful Huashen was three times larger than the area he supported with great effort before, truly covering the entire city together with the The surrounding range was covered, which really made him feel ashamed.

——Although it seems that the formation set up by a monk who transforms the spirit is twice as large as the formation supported by a monk with golden core, not only is it not something to be proud of, but it is something to be ashamed of.

If it is not mentioned that most of the aura vortexes above the entire area are weakened by a formation that is more than a hundred times larger than the ancient city, this is indeed a shameful thing.

For him, Nanxiaomen really solved his urgent need to burn coal. If it weren't for the Huanxu power of these eight top sects to join forces to suppress the vortex in the sky above Baiwanghai; Fa, he has already,,,,,,

Liu Yuan shook his head, throwing this assumption out of his mind.

In any case, he has now successfully survived the crisis.

Hearing that the waiter informed Han Nansong, the head disciple of the Nanxiao Sect, to see him, he hurriedly asked for Han Nansong to come in.

Although the person with the highest cultivation level in the city is Master Qing Yi of the Nanxiao Men's Transformation Stage, it is quite laborious for Master Qing Yi to be in charge of such a vast barrier in the sky, so naturally he does not interfere with the affairs of the city.

The few Daoist Yuanying who came with him and Daoist Qingyi worked together to maintain this vast barrier, and they couldn't spare their hands to take care of these things.

Therefore, in most cases, it was Han Nansong, the leader of the sect, who discussed with Liu Yuan some specific matters related to search and rescue and resettlement.

It is said to be a joint discussion, but in most cases, it is the Nanxiaomen who are contributing. Liu Yuan seems to have nothing else to do except nod his head.

But even so, Han Nansong would still seek his opinion, and would not make arbitrarily asserted opinions. Even if Nanxiaomen did everything that was beneficial to Wangu City, even if Han Nansong did not discuss with him, Liu Yuan had no reason to object to him.

But in this way, Liu Yuan's heart must not be as comfortable as it is now.

It has to be said that Han Nansong's actions are indeed appropriate enough, no wonder countless female cultivators in the cultivation world secretly agree with him.

He is handsome in appearance, elegant in temperament, behaves like a gentleman, and is so talented that no one in the entire cultivation world can match him. He is already at the peak of Jindan at a young age, and he may be promoted to Nascent Soul soon. The speed is simply unheard of.

Liu Yuan was deeply moved in his heart, and the waiter had already led Han Nansong to him.

"Fellow Daoist Han please."

After the two greeted and exchanged greetings, Liu Yuan said, "I don't know what's the important thing that Fellow Daoist Han is here for?"

Han Nansong said: "It's for the resettlement of the residents in the city."

"A disciple came to report just now, and the report indicated that the resettlement area originally set is almost not enough, but the surrounding people have not all arrived in the city yet."

Hearing this, Liu Yuan frowned, and murmured: "This, it's difficult, I've already vacated all the places that can be placed."

Han Nansong persuaded: "The city owner doesn't need to be in trouble, I remember there is a wasteland in the west of the city, but that's it?"

"Yes, Fellow Daoist Han, what are you asking?"

"I have many disciples, and there is no shortage of manpower. If the city lord doesn't mind, I think they can build a temporary foothold in the west of the city."

Liu Yuan was overjoyed and immediately agreed to the suggestion.

The speed at which the monks built the house was not so fast. In this way, this problem can be easily resolved.

Looking at Han Nansong's handsome eyebrows and high-spirited demeanor, he deeply felt that Han Nansong was really young and promising. No wonder he continued to top the list of "The Most Popular Male Cultivator in the Cultivation World".

It can be said that since he reached the marriageable age, there has never been a time when he was not at the top of the list.

After obtaining Liu Yuan's consent, Han Nansong didn't stay any longer, and went to deal with other things in a hurry.

"come in."

When Zhao Yun was about to knock for the third time, Han Nansong's voice came from inside the door.

He pushed the door open and saw Han Nansong standing.

Han Nansong stood by the window, his snow clothes glistening in the moonlight, with his hands behind his back, facing out of the window, leaving a tall and straight back.

The night was gloomy, and under the dim light, this figure was actually somewhat gloomy.

Zhao Yun only had time to take a look at the back, and Han Nansong had already turned around and came in front of him.

It was already late at night, so Zhao Yun didn't delay anymore, and quickly explained the reason for his coming.

"You said the resettlement site in the west of the city is a bit weird?" Han Nansong's expression was a little strange, as if he was not very surprised.

"Yes."

Han Nansong didn't speak, the lights shone on his face, and the light danced in his eyes, making the expression in his eyes darken.

He lowered his eyes, and the light reflected on his face, dividing two interfaces of light and darkness. Zhao Yun couldn't see his expression clearly, so he could only stand quietly and respectfully wait for his reply.

After a while, Zhao Yun still didn't hear Han Nansong's reply, so he hesitated and asked, "Eldest brother?"

Hearing Zhao Yun's call, Han Nansong quickly came to his senses: "I understand."

He said softly: "You go down first, I'll go and see for myself later." There was a momentary change of expression in his eyes, and finally he revealed a slightly weird smile.

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Finally, it’s going to be sweet soon. Thinking about it, I still have a little expectation