The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Jin Xiaoxiao was standing aside, rolling her eyes in her heart as she listened. Sheng Qingye really could say anything.

Tang Yixien frowned.

Sheng Qingye is acting crazy again!

He really didn't know what Sheng Qingye was afraid of.

He couldn't help but think of what was written in the original book.

The eldest son of the Sheng family, in the demon clan battlefield, single-handedly killed the demon clan's men for a whole day and a night, and later his eyes were bloodshot.

What on earth was he afraid of?

He would bully his teacher without hesitation.

"Sheng Qingye...what are you afraid of?" Tang Yixian asked deliberately.

"Whatever Junior Brother is afraid of, I am afraid of as well." Sheng Qingye raised his eyebrows.

"Nonsense." Tang Yi said enviously.

Tang Yixien always liked to talk about Sheng Qingye like this. Although his tone was reproachful, it was mixed with a hint of soft tenderness.

Although it was a rebuke, Su Su's mellow tone made it impossible to get angry.

This is very effective for Sheng Qingye's personality, which is soft-hearted and doesn't respond to harshness.

This sentence can make Sheng Qingye calm down instantly, and he seems to like hearing this sentence too.

Sure enough, Sheng Qingye said nothing more, but just curled his eyes with dissatisfaction.

Like a wolf cub with unsatisfied desires, but he has to put away his claws obediently.

After hearing what his master said, Xuan Yuran felt not only grateful for his master's kindness to him, but also deeply remorseful.

As a demon with a fire-type demon pill, he is actually afraid of fire and even wants his master to worry about him. It is really useless.

Xiao Yan, who was at the front of the team, also had a fire spiritual root, and he seemed to be gradually feeling the fluctuation of spiritual power in his body.

His cultivation level is not very high, he is only in the late stage of foundation building. Although he has fire spiritual roots, he seems to have nothing to do with fire in normal times.

He couldn't spit fire at any time, and besides, he couldn't spit fire.

In addition, he is a sword cultivator, so people around him almost forget that he has fire spiritual roots.

He also felt the gradually scorching burning sensation and a deep excitement.

The further they walked, the hotter they felt. Tang Yixin could almost conclude that they were about to reach the fire spirit realm.

His worried expression became more and more obvious.

What should I do if I see a Flaming Mountain ahead?

He was worried that Xuan Yuran couldn't bear it. After all, even if it was a small candle flame, Xuan Yuran would stay away from it.

Tang Yixien's worries are not unreasonable.

Xuan Yuran has been afraid of fire since he was a child, and that fear is very difficult to overcome.

This time they walked for a long time, as if the valley had no end, and another day passed.

Finally, a city gate appeared in front of everyone.

It was another city gate, and the disciples couldn't help but feel scared. After all, there was nothing good behind every city gate.

The gray-black city gate was tightly closed, and the word "Naro City" was written right above the gate.

Naro?

Tang Yixien looked up at the name and felt something was wrong.

Jin Xiaoxiao's Lingxi fan was already open and fanning gently.

A brilliant blue halo shone from the ribs of the Lingxi fan. Jin Xiaoxiao said lazily and casually:

"The soul power is very strong."

The disciples who were listening were sweating.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew by, carrying warmth that wrapped around his body, and Tang Yixin felt the breath of summer again.

But it should be autumn season in Yuanzhi Continent now, which is definitely abnormal.

"It's so hot here." Sheng Qingye instinctively wanted to call upon his spiritual power.

"Stop messing around~~" Tang Yixien said in a slightly drawn-out voice.

"Yes, Master."

It seems that some kind of tacit understanding has been reached.

In this situation, wasting spiritual energy is definitely not wise.

Looking at the closed city gate, everyone began to prepare themselves mentally.

It’s not that the Tang family disciples are timid and afraid. After all, they are going out for a trial, and they are just nervous about the unknown.

After all, no one knows what kind of situation is behind that door.

In a blink of an eye, everyone had arrived at the city gate. The disciple in front looked at Xiao Yan, and Xiao Yan nodded, meaning, push the door open.

Tang Yixien stood calmly in front of Xuan Yuran at this time, holding the Liuguang Sword tightly in his hand.

Xuan Yuran also stared at the door in front of him nervously.

Creak..

The heavy and distant sound of the door opening was like the distant sigh of an elderly man in his seventies.

The door opened.

A bustling market appeared before everyone.

It wasn't as fiery as Tang Yixien had imagined.

"Melons for sale, melons for sale." The voices of hawkers came from afar.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

It was a bustling street with small vendors on both sides selling everything from vegetables and fruits to small items.

It’s just like the market in any town in Yuanzhi Continent.

Tang Yixien's hand holding the Liuguang Sword relaxed instantly.

Is this a copy of some game?

A feeling of entering a novice village.

He quickly pushed the thought out of his mind.

Is there really a town in this valley?

People live in seclusion here?

In any case, as long as there are not flames everywhere, it is good.

"This is really rare." Sheng Qingye exclaimed softly.

The fan in Jin Xiaoxiao's hand also paused slightly.

In this way, everyone walked into the long-lost hustle and bustle of the city.

Despite this, Tang Yixien still remained on guard.

Tang Yixin led his disciples and walked behind the team. He didn't believe in this novice village. He wanted to see if these people were real.

He deliberately stopped for a moment in front of a vendor selling cantaloupe.

"Hey, boss, how much are these melons?" asked a villager passing by.

"Ten taels of silver..." the boss said with a grin.

“This is too expensive.”

"Hey, how can you talk like that? If you think it's too expensive, don't buy it."

This is the real boss.

This melon is really expensive.

Tang Yixien thought that the prices here were indeed high, and the boss was quite a bargain, and he was so kind as to give him a few cantaloupes.

Ten taels of silver can buy a cart of melons in Yuanzhi Continent.

Jin Xiaoxiao's fan half-covered his face, hiding his slightly shocked expression.

The prices here were surprising to him, who was always generous.

He is a rich second-generation, not a sucker.

"This town should be very wealthy, right?" Sheng Qingye said as he picked up an exquisite porcelain vase, asked the price, and then put it back silently.

"Not necessarily," Jin Xiaoxiao said. He noticed that most of the clothes these villagers wore were made of coarse cloth, which was uncomfortable to wear, but very cheap.

The clothes worn by the Tang family, even the disciples, were all made of gauze and soft silk.

Because there were too many people at the market, and Xiao Yan saw no danger, he designated a location for everyone to gather in the evening, and then the disciples dispersed.

Tang Yixin and his companions walked forward another street and suddenly smelled an extremely strong scent of rouge.

A row of colorful shops is right in front of you, and upstairs and downstairs are all filled with gorgeously dressed girls.

The one closest to them was extremely busy, with whispers and music coming from inside.