"But are you sure, what is the so-called city lord?"

Qin Cheng asked with a smile, which made Fu Mo stunned.

After the old man showed his token and the plaque of the city lord, it seemed that everyone identified him as the master of this place.

"Don't forget that this is the Heavenly Road Realm, and it is the place where the Venerable seeks the inheritor. Among a group of living dead people, do you need a so-called city lord?"

"Then what do you mean?" Fu Mo frowned.

"I only want to treat this person as a tester. In other words, how much chance can I increase when I participate in it?"

"This old man did not give any prompts or directions, so he asked everyone to look for it like a blind man touching an elephant. If I search too, can I find something special?" Qin Cheng smiled faintly.

"In the ancient city, various mortal delicacies in the Ganges sands, Zheng Ling said that there are hundreds of kinds of family, and it is like looking for a needle in a haystack. How many days can you really get the so-called favor of the other party?"

"You are right, it's really a bit like a great fortune when looking for it like this."

The Fu Mo nodded, but was still a little confused.

"But at least there is still a chance to find it. Wouldn't it be impossible to stay here?"

"I have other ideas now, and it is still very preliminary, but if I can achieve it, I might find what the old man wants." Qin Cheng said.

"Do you have any other way?"

Fu Mo's eyes were slightly brighter. Now everyone was searching for various food aimlessly, but Qin Cheng had other directions.

"It may not be possible, but anyway, searching like others will not gain much, so why not try more?"

Qin Cheng shook his head and took out a jade slip for the transmission.

This is the jade slip given to him by Daoren Li before. This guy came to the ancient city very early, and it is considered a master of everything here. Some things he may come in handy next.

It was soon evening, and the cultivators gathered here again.

This time, the prince of the Jiao clan still prepared ten kinds of food.

However, unlike Noon, perhaps because I have learned a lesson, this time I divided the ten kinds of delicacies into two types.

A dish that is still extremely rare is the sky-high price in this ancient city.

The other half was replaced by something more ordinary.

Seeing that the prince of the Jiao clan immediately changed his strategy, the cultivators became curious again.

Many monks have previously speculated that the thing the old man was looking for may be the simplest thing in the city, and the prince of the Jiao clan obviously chose this way.

But then, the old man's performance made the cultivators dumbfounded.

He first continued to eat the delicious food without any image, and then scolded the trash that was hard to swallow.

Facing the five street objects on the other side, the old man waved his hand and knocked them to the ground without any mercy.

"Hmph, these things are not even as good as garbage in my eyes! Are you blind and you are making these broken things to entertain me?"

The old man pointed at the prince of the Jiao clan and cursed.

"Just want to leave the city now, rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling

When he was in front of others again, he was scolded by the old man, and the prince of the Jiao tribe turned blue.

I also wanted to test it in a different way, but the evaluation I got was not as good as before.

Moreover, this bastard eats the things you bought and earns your own spirit stones, and even points at your nose and insults yourself again and again!

If it weren't for asking for help from the other party, with his temper, he would have long since lost the old man.

This time, the prince of the Jiao clan turned around and left without even saying anything.

The cultivators around him gradually frowned.

Two consecutive times, the results in both directions were incorrect. So what exactly is the Taoist object this old man wants?

Under this doubt, many monks have no intention of practicing tonight, and farces are constantly being staged.


Chapter completed!