Pu Ban City was a good place.
The air was fresh, the scenery was beautiful, the soil was fertile, and the land was rich. Tens of thousands of races gathered there.
In Pu Ban City, all kinds of treasures in the world could be found; in Pu Ban City, all kinds of creatures in the world could be found. In Pu Ban City, powerful warriors could be found, and beautiful women could be found, as gentle as water. In Pu Ban City, heroes could find world-shaking weapons, and in Pu Ban City, beautiful women could find the most beautiful jewelry.
Pu Ban City was a good place. In Pu Ban City, the air was filled with the aroma of all kinds of flowers.
Pu Ban City was a good place. In Pu Ban City, even a handful of seeds could be thrown into the air.
Pu Ban City was a good place. In Pu Ban City, the chests of young men were as broad as the sky. As long as you were a real man, you should go to Pu Ban City. In Pu Ban City, you could make countless good friends and brothers.
Pu Ban City was a good place. In Pu Ban City, girls came from all over the world. In Pu Ban City, you could see the passion of the Southern Wasteland girls, the passion of the Eastern Wasteland girls, the infatuation of the Northern Wasteland girls, and the tenderness of the Western Wasteland girls.
All in all, Pu Ban City was a good place. It couldn't be any better. People, especially men, if they stayed in a small, ragged clan in the Southern Wasteland for the rest of their lives, and didn't go to Pu Ban City to see the world, that would be a waste of their lives.
All these were Si Wen Ming's original words.
Ever since Si Wen Ming witnessed Ji Hao condensing his Golden Dan and passing the thunder trial, Si Wen Ming had been crazily preaching about the benefits of Pu Ban City. He encouraged Ji Hao to bravely go out and follow him to Pu Ban City to see the world.
Si Wen Ming clearly understood this. Even Ji Hao himself understood this clearly. Except for Man Man, who was a bit confused, both of them were as clear as a snow mirror. Breaking through one's cultivation and attracting thunder, this happened in the Southern Wasteland and even in other places.
However, what kind of people were qualified to attract thunder trials?
When spirit creatures over ten-thousand years old completely transformed into human shapes, the evil power and evil power that had been accumulated in their bodies for tens of thousands of years would spurt out, rub against the natural power and attract it, and attract thunder.
Or peak-level Junior Magus warriors would awaken their Magus Acupoints for the first time in their lives. When the first Magus Acupoint was awakened, an enormous amount of natural power would rush in. The natural power would violently rub against each other and shake the world. Naturally, thunderbolts would descend and strengthen their bodies and powers.
Only ten-thousand years old spirit creatures or Senior Magi could attract thunder trials. Ji Hao was only a Junior Magus who had just awakened his bloodline power, but he had already attracted thunder trials, and had mastered a great power that was beyond the limitation of bloodline.
Si Wen Ming was optimistic about Ji Hao's future, but Ji Hao wasn't prepared to 'sell' himself so 'cheaply'.
Therefore, despite Si Wen Ming's eloquent and eloquent 'persuasion' along the way, Ji Hao could only nod his head over and over again. His words were filled with endless longing and yearning for the Pu Ban City that Si Wen Ming described. However, he still refused to tell Si Wen Ming whether he was going to follow Si Wen Ming to Pu Ban City!
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"Emperor Shun, Emperor Shun, Yao Zhonghua, hehe, Si Wen Ming!" Ji Hao looked at Si Wen Ming from head to toe. Ji Hao didn't have any idea about this name, but after the name 'Emperor Shun, Yao Zhonghua' popped up, Ji Hao had a strange idea about Si Wen Ming.
Could it be that Si Wen Ming?
"Uncle Wen Ming, we've been traveling for a couple of days, and you've talked so much. What are you doing in Pu Ban City?" Ji Hao could see a mountain range in front of him. That was the mountain range where the Cold Stream Valley was located. He couldn't help but ask Si Wen Ming.
If Si Wen Ming was really the Si Wen Ming that Ji Hao had guessed, he shouldn't be carrying a sword on his back and running around with a chubby pigeon.
"Me?" Si Wen Ming crossed his arms behind his head, and held a long straw in his mouth. He was lying crookedly on the back of the buffalo, staring at the rolling dark clouds in the sky, and the crazy thunder and lightning.
"I'm just an idler. I want to do something useful, but I don't know where to start. "Si Wen Ming sighed slightly and said," So, I'll just try my best. Hm, I'll go everywhere, I'll go everywhere. I don't know if it'll be useful or not, but some things can't go on like this. "
Si Wen Ming firmly clenched his fists, and said seriously and strongly, "Some things, they can't see, they don't care, but they can't go on like this. Therefore, I want to do something, even if it's useless. "
Si Wen Ming took out a handful of wild grains from his sleeve, fed the grains to the pigeon standing on his shoulder, then grinned and said, "As for this pigeon … hehe, I found out that pigeons have a magical ability. They almost never get lost, and they can fly very well. I've been wondering what this pigeon can do."
"Deliver a letter!" Ji Hao subconsciously grinned and said.
"Deliver a letter?" Man Man laughed out loud and said, "Ji Hao, if you want to deliver a letter, there are many more birds that are more useful than this fat bird. Besides, all of Abba's messengers are Magus Kings, what can a bird do?"
Ji Hao stared at Man Man dumbfoundedly, and didn't know what to say.
"Deliver a letter?" Si Wen Ming's eyes suddenly shone. He nodded thoughtfully, smiled and said, "That's a good idea. Hm, in some weak clans, and sometimes, in some places, Magus Kings are not as reliable as a bird. Deliver a letter? "
A large group of beasts carried Ji Hao, Man Man and Man Man, and slowly approached the Cold Stream Valley.
Normally, they would run into the patrolling troops of the Fire Crow Clan when they were still tens of miles away from the Cold Stream Valley.
However, they hadn't run into a single person along the way!
Ji Hao's heart sank again and again. He subconsciously activated his mount and sped up towards the Cold Stream Valley. Si Wen Ming's facial expression slightly changed. He hurriedly drove the beast and rushed towards the Cold Stream Valley.
In the Cold Stream Valley, a handsome young man, who was wearing a long red cloak that was woven from golden silk, was proudly riding on the back of a Fire Kylin. He was floating in the air, tens of feet above the ground, and was coldly staring at the Fire Crow Clan's clansmen in the Cold Stream Valley.
Tens of thousands of Fire Crow Clan's warriors had gathered together, and were angrily staring at the young man.
The Cold Stream Valley was deathly silent. Tens of thousands of Fire Crow Clan's warriors were filled with anger, but none of them made even the slightest sound.
Tens of tall and sturdy warriors, who were wearing red armours and were wrapped in dense fiery clouds, were each riding on a fiery flood dragon and holding different kinds of weapons. They were staring at the Fire Crow Clan's warriors in an unfriendly way.
Ji Zhuo and Ji Xia were kneeling on the ground, their bodies tightly bound by thumb-thick, red chains.
Ji Xia's face was swollen and bruised, and there were dozens of bone-deep whip marks on his back. Tiny flames were burning around the wounds.
The young man, who was riding on the fiery Kylin's back, looked at Ji Xia with a faint smile on his face, and said slowly, "You Fire Crow Clan's little bastards killed our King's little daughter, Man Man. None of you can live."
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