Within sight, there was a small town.
Although it is quite simple, there are not many people gathered here. The sound of laughter and hearty drinking can be heard in the inn, and many people are rushing through the entrance.
Different from the calm and calm cultivators I see on weekdays, most of the cultivators here have sharp expressions and even look murderous.
Practitioners who have been fighting monsters and beasts for many years and are accustomed to seeing blood will often be infected with the aura of iron and blood unconsciously.
In comparison, the cultivators in their team look much immature and pale...
"Is this the cultivators from Xuanchu Academy who are here to practice again?"
"These guys are very talented, and their cultivation level is not bad, but they all work as babies at home, how can they see such blood? Even if they come to practice, it is of no use!"
"Keep your voice down. Although my strength is average, my background is strong!"
Mu Zhiqing and the others stopped near the entrance and heard a series of joking voices, their words filled with disdain and ridicule towards them.
After Chu Mingjun heard this, he couldn't help but frowned and said: "These guys from the mercenary union have rough personalities and speak without scruples. Don't take it to heart."
"In their eyes, we are all just cultivators with thin skin and tender flesh. We are different from their actual combat sects, so they will look down on us a little. Just get used to it."
Ji Xiangming's expression was quite calm. They came here for training more than once or twice, so they were already accustomed to such remarks.
In fact, as they are the best among practitioners of their age, they are naturally very unhappy with such disdain, but at the same time, they also understand that the Practical Sect has indeed rich experience.
These people have not received much training and have been fighting all year round, wandering on the edge of danger. Everyone has their own life-saving tricks, which is also a kind of ability.
Many first-year students present showed displeasure on their faces after hearing these words. Some of them even clashed with the mercenaries and started fighting with each other.
Even though the first-year student's cultivation level was not bad, he had too little fighting experience and was defeated by a mercenary who was even weaker than his own cultivation level.
"Boy, I told you that you are not strong enough. Big brother must teach you how to be a good person!"
Mu Zhiqing looked at the situation ahead with a rather calm expression.
The two sides have different positions, and such conflicts are expected and do not need to be taken too seriously.
"Some mercenaries are cruel and ruthless. It's best not to have anything to do with them after entering the mountains, so as not to get into trouble and get burned." Chu Mingjun warned.
"Thank you, Senior Chu, for reminding us. We will keep it in mind."
Seeing that both Mu Zhiqing and Mu Zhiqing had taken in what they said, Chu Mingjun also breathed a sigh of relief.
In the past, when he said this kind of thing, many people didn't take it seriously, and even thought that he had the ambition of others. Some people were unconvinced and argued with him because of this.
He originally thought that Mu Zhiqing, as the first person among the new students, might not be able to listen because she was arrogant, but he didn't expect that the situation turned out to be much better than he thought.
Not far away, some cultivators set up stalls directly on both sides of the passage, selling demon crystals, furs, etc. of demonic beasts.
These people should have just come out of the mountains and have no intention of returning to the city, so they sell their things here at a slightly lower price so that they can enter the mountains again.