Fang Xuan obviously wanted to go to the wall. What was he doing when he turned in? Should he sneak into the residence of the Empress Palace?

"Why."

The kind-hearted old man went over and called Fang Xuan, saying that there was no road there.

But soon the old man scratched his head, looking puzzled, "Hell, is it the old man, I'm dazzled?"

There was no figure in the corner, and Fang Xuan was not seen.

The practitioner frowned slightly.

The old man will read it wrong, but he will not.

"Strange." The practitioner whispered.

Suddenly, he felt his shoulder sink and turned his head to look.

A monk with a strong smell of alcohol on his body slapped his shoulder.

"Have this fellow Taoist ever seen a man wearing white clothes, probably so tall..." the wine-devouring monk gestured.

Hearing words.

The practitioner was stunned, "I've seen it..."

He didn't hide anything. He told him what he saw, saying that this matter was a strange thing, and he also wanted to find someone to solve the problem.

That was the residence of the Empress Palace in Hongxuan City. It was impossible for anyone to turn it in. It was the residence of the Holy Land outside. There were so many restrictions that no one could enter without knowing it.

The wine-greedy monk was excited!

"Yes, it's him, it's him, the demon is coming, that big demon."

He danced and surprised the practitioners beside him and took a few steps back, feeling that he wanted to keep a little distance from the madman.

"Do you know, the great demon who saved the White Horse Temple came to our Hongxuan City, and he went to the Empress Pavilion."

The monk greedy for wine said as he walked quickly to the wine shop.

He wants to tell this exciting thing!

When he was in place, the practitioner was extremely confused. What was this madman talking about?
Chapter completed!