Looking at the towering city in front, it seems very vast, with majestic city walls that stretch for hundreds of miles. Its towering appearance gives people a very stable feeling. For a moment, when seeing this city, Long Xiangtian was secretly shocked. If this city were in wartime, it would be a place that military strategists must fight for. Fortunately, it is the city of Dongyu.
With a slight smile on his face, he shook his head and walked straight in. Looking at the surrounding environment at this time, he found it very prosperous.
Walking step by step on the street, looking at the small vendors, all constantly shouting their wares.
“Fresh buns! ~Buns!~”
The steamed bun shop, which was filled with smoke, looked at the man and started shouting, and many beggars walked over slowly.
Long Xiangtian, who was dressed in white, smiled curiously when he saw this scene. He shook his head and walked to the door of a tavern not far away. He smiled and walked in. He smiled and saw the waiter in the tavern running over and said to him, "What would you like, sir?"
"Here is five thousand taels of silver. Use it all to buy wine. Put it in this storage bag and send it back to me." Long Xiangtian said this calmly. He smiled and took out a storage bag with a relatively large internal space and handed it over. By the way, there was also a note for five thousand taels of silver. With a slight smile on his face, he looked at the servant and identified it for a while. Then he nodded and said, "Okay, wait a moment. It will be ready in a moment."
"Yeah." Long Xiangtian smiled slightly, turned around and sat down at the empty table at the door, waiting quietly. Looking at the two stray dogs lying on the ground outside the yellowed and dilapidated door, looking into the house, it was quite interesting.
Just when Long Xiangtian was in a very good mood, he suddenly heard a voice saying, "Ha ha ha, it's really easy to get here. I can meet you here? Today, it's either you or me!"
Hearing the voice, Long Xiangtian was slightly surprised. He turned around and looked at the man on the street who was wearing patched clothes and holding a snow-white sword in his hand. Looking at the man who looked very elegant and luxurious, he disappeared in a flash. When he reappeared, he was already directly behind the beggar-like man and punched him.
Watching this scene, Long Xiangtian frowned slightly, thinking to himself, this man is so cruel! I don't know what deep hatred he has!
The man who seemed dumbfounded suddenly realized something and dodged to the side. He said in a cold voice, "Humph, you harmed my wife and I killed your parents. We are even now. What else do you want?"
"Then I'll kill your parents?" The man whose wound was touched screamed and said this. A gust of evil wind blew directly over. The man with the sword grinned and sneered, "If that's the case, then you don't have to live today."
"Kill!" He uttered the word, and then his figure disappeared. When he reappeared, he was directly behind the man. Then, he gently put away the sword in his hand, and then the man slowly fell to the ground.
In the distant horizon, he suddenly saw a person who looked familiar to Long Xiangtian flying towards him. He looked at the person and asked in a cold voice, "Why did you commit the crime?"
"Because he wants to kill me." What the man said was indeed the truth. For a moment, these people looked at this man without saying anything else.
Sitting in this position, Long Xiangtian smiled slightly as he looked at the man outside. He had already remembered that this man seemed to be from Jian Qing Sect. He looked a little familiar. He felt the power in his body and found that he was about the Qi training realm. It was very weak for Long Xiangtian now. However, he did not kill him directly. After all, in Jian Qing Sect, he was only unhappy with the lineage of the Great Elder, and the rest were just ordinary.
"Sir, your drinks are here!" The waiter ran over, sweating profusely, and said with a happy smile, "I wonder if you would like anything else to eat?"
"No, thank you." Long Xiangtian nodded with a slight smile on his face. After saying this, he turned around and walked out of the tavern. Seeing that the Jian Qingzong man was about to meddle in other people's business, Long Xiangtian said with a slight smile, "Little brother, don't follow him. Be careful not to ruin your future."
"Who do you think you are? How dare you get involved in my business?" When the disciple of Jian Qingzong said this, Long Xiangtian almost wanted to kill him. However, he controlled his temper and said with a smile: "After all, your Jian Qingzong is not doing well, and you still want to win over others to join the cause?"
"What? This person is actually from Jian Qing Sect?" For a moment, the people around were looking at the disciple of Jian Qing Sect in panic, because, in their impression of Jian Qing Sect, it had already fallen to the bottom.
For a moment, the crowd was noisy and chaotic.
Long Xiangtian, who was standing there in white, smiled at him and said, "You see, right?"
The disciple of Jian Qing Zong slowly drew his sword and said grimly, "Since you ruined my good deeds, then you will die."
When he saw this scene, the man who was a little shaken before stood in front of Long Xiangtian, who was dressed in white like a scholar, holding a long sword, and said in a cold voice: "Today, with my Fangshan here, you can't hurt others! Unless I die!"
"Hahaha, that's really not up to you." The disciple of Jian Qingzong roared and laughed, and suddenly rushed towards the direction of the mountain. When seeing this scene, Long Xiangtian who was standing behind seemed to be frightened and did not move.
Fang Shan glanced at Long Xiangtian and thought to himself, "This kid is probably just a nerd, alas."
He didn't seem to hesitate at all while thinking about it. Suddenly, he moved the sword in his hand and went straight for the kill. Sparks flew everywhere, and Fang Shan was gradually losing to his opponent. After all, there must be a difference between a casual cultivator and an orthodox one. For a moment, Fang Shan was sweating profusely and holding on with gritted teeth.