On the second day, as soon as the sun rose, Lin Meng woke up Xia Yangchi and Wu Chan early to prepare for the journey. He didn't want to stay here any longer.

When the three of them went out today, they were respectfully escorted all the way out of the wing from the wing by the ritual elder in the branch hall. Even the two guards on duty at the door came out and bowed respectfully when they saw Lin Meng.

They had received news that the boy they had looked down upon and ridiculed yesterday had actually become the third holy son of the Gun Temple. At this time, the eyes he looked at Lin Meng were hot and full of admiration, which was the same as yesterday's.

Contempt makes a big difference.

Just a few hours after Lin Meng and the others left, two figures flew out of Bianqiu City and went straight to the branch of the Gun Temple where Lin Meng and the others were yesterday.

Yesterday, after a day of deliberation, the elders of the Li family still felt that no matter who the other party was, it was better to check first. So early this morning, they sent two immortals to check in person, just in case yesterday's thieves were found.

Hide in the Gun Temple and prepare to attack.

"Did you see three people walking together yesterday? One was a thin young man, one was a monk wearing a black gauze hat and black cassock, and the other was a handsome and delicate young man?"

A short-lived man was currently questioning the old man in black robe who served as a priest in the Gun Temple. He was accompanied by a middle-aged man with gray hair. He was the priest of the Li family who chased Lin Meng and the others yesterday.

, Mo Chengwu and Li Youlai.

The two of them flew all the way and landed in the inner courtyard of the Gun Temple. The Zongheng Realm guards at the door did not dare to stop such a flying monk. Even the old man in black robes hurriedly came out to greet them with a smile.

But the old man in black robes became darker and darker the more he listened to Mo Chengwu's description. Although the appearance of the handsome and handsome young man was somewhat different from that of the new Lord Holy Son yesterday, the skinny young man and the monk in the black gauze and bamboo hat were not the same as yesterday.

The two people who are following the Holy Son?

The only young man who didn't match the number was both very good with guns. The old man in black robes immediately connected the two of them. They were both the same person in disguise.

At this time, Mo Chengwu was afraid that his description was not detailed enough, so he added in a chatter, and from time to time he cursed and said harsh words such as wanting to tear the thief into pieces.

But Li Youlai on the side was more thoughtful and discerning. He noticed that the face of the black-robed priest was getting more and more ugly, so he interrupted Mo Chengwu and said:

"I wonder if Your Excellency, Liji, can let me and the others check the registration list of the Gun Temple to see where this person came from?"

"No need to check!"

The old man in black robe waved his sleeves and said angrily:

"The person you are talking about is the third Holy Son of our Spear Temple. You want to settle the score with the Holy Son? How about your Li family? Haha!"

The black-robed old man was originally very respectful to these two masters of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, but now that he knew that the person they were looking for was the new Holy Son who arrived yesterday, he suddenly showed disdain on his face and spoke in a mocking tone.

"The Third Holy Son?"

Li Youlai and Mo Chengwu both looked surprised when they heard this. They had never heard that there was a third holy son in the Spear Temple.

"Don't you have only two saints in the Gun Temple?"

Li Youlai asked with a frown.

"Yes, there were only two of them before, but the person you are talking about is the new Third Holy Son yesterday. He is a genius who can hit 287 strikes on the Thousand Strike Stone, which is even better than the Second Holy Son.

Be one step ahead!"

The old man nodded and said proudly that in his eyes, the glory of the gun cultivator in the world is the glory of the Gun Temple, and the glory of the Gun Temple is his glory.

"If you, the Li family, want to cause trouble for the Holy Son, you should think about it yourself first. I have nothing to say here."

After the old man in black robe said a word, he returned to the inner hall without looking back, leaving Li Youlai and Mo Chengwu outside to stare at each other.

"Liu Niang really made it right."

Li turned around again and looked at Mo Chengwu beside him with a wry smile and said:

"Go back and get your life back. This kind of person is not someone the Li family can bring about."

Not to mention the Holy Son of the Gun God Temple, if you cause trouble in a branch hall and damage the statue of the Gun God, all the gun cultivators in the world will come to settle the score with you. By then, there is no telling whether a master of Xiaoyao or Shenxuan Realm will emerge.

The Li family cannot afford to offend such a person.

Just when Mo Chengwu and Li Lailai returned to the Li family in Bianqiu City in despair, Lin Meng and the others on the other side had changed.

Now, Monk Wuchan was walking openly and openly, and there were no obvious members of the sect who were not wearing his bamboo hat.

And Lin Meng also relied on his physical control of the upper realm to disguise himself as the weak young man he was in the Gun Temple before, walking without any obstruction, but Xia Yangchi was miserable.

Xia Yangchi, who didn't know the art of disguise and didn't have the materials to disguise himself, had to buy a gauze hat similar to Wu Chan's to cover his face, fearing that the Li family would post a wanted notice for him.

"You thief monk, you are obviously a thief yourself, but now it seems like we are thieves and you dare not show your true colors to others."

Xia Yangchi gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice on the road, and Wu Chan retorted quite proudly:

"The donor's words are wrong. This young monk is well-prepared. In the future, the donor will gain wisdom when he travels around the world. When doing something, you must remember that the real person does not show his face."

"Bah, we are just doing the right thing when we act chivalrously. We don't do sneaky things like you. Why should we be afraid of showing off or not?"

Xia Yangchi spat and said.

"Then the donor dares to take off his bamboo hat and walk openly and openly like the young monk?"

Wu Chan put his hands together and said to Xia Yangchi with a smile. Xia Yangchi was so angry that he had nothing to say, so he stamped his feet and ignored this unruly monk.

The three of them traveled peacefully in the next few days, and nothing happened. However, some deserts gradually appeared along the way, and the population became sparser. They had to sleep outdoors every one or two days, and then they could

Find a new town to stay in.

The land of Xizhou is centered on Wanshan Mansion. It gets colder to the north, to the south it is close to the wild land of Nanzhou, which is a rain forest, and to the east it is close to Zhongzhou. The terrain is mainly plains and the most prosperous.

But to the west is a desert. After passing Bianqiu City and leaving Wanshan Mansion, it is the land commonly known as the Western Desert. There are not many resources. Even the distribution of towns and some sects and aristocratic families is much looser.

If it were in other places, territory would mean resources. If the territory was large enough, there would be enough resources. Therefore, all the major sects and families in the world, and even the princes and princes, were constantly fighting for their respective territories.

But in this land of the Western Desert, there are very few useful resource points under the desert. There are only a few oases and some mineral deposits worth fighting for for the sects and families. The rest of the desert land has no one at all.

Willing to ask for it.

It was the twelfth day since Bianqiu City, and the seventeenth day since Lin Meng and Xia Yangchi set off.

Logically speaking, the three of them should have arrived at the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas a long time ago, but Monk Nawuchan stopped and stopped along the way with the mentality of traveling around the mountains and rivers. Until now, they are still a long way from the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas.

"I said, smelly monk, can't you hurry up? This road is already a desert. What else do you have to do to enjoy it?"

Xia Yangchi followed Wu Chan and complained several times. After these days of cultivation, his body has recovered more than half, and his cultivation has returned to his original state. Even his body is not as thin as before.
Chapter completed!