Human territory, Ping'an Town.

Because most of the monk players have been recruited by several major sects, the streets now seem much empty.

But there are still some Wulinggen monks who are struggling hard and working hard to accumulate Taoism.

As dusk approaches, the dim setting sun hangs in the west and complements the thin moon in the east.

A girl was walking along the street. When she saw some strange things, she approached them with a curious look on her face.

"Wow, this purse is so beautiful..."

"Uncle, I want a bunch of candied haws..."

The girl is wearing a purple gauze skirt and her long hair is tied up high, giving people a very playful and cute feeling. Whenever she sees something new, she has to go and take a look.

She was Qiao'er who came to look for Chu Feng on Tang Shishi's order. She used to stay in the core area of ​​the Demon Clan to practice all day long, and the empress wouldn't let her leave. She had never even been to most areas of the Demon Clan.

This time I took the opportunity to go out and just let myself go. I even forgot the purpose of the trip.

"I didn't expect that the human race has so many fun things."

Qiaoer bit into the candied haws and looked at the street under the setting sun, unable to help but sigh.

Although she was also born in the human race, her memory was too vague when she was young, and she no longer remembers the scene on the human race side.

Look at all the crimson sunset glow dissipating, the crescent moon hanging quietly in the sky, and lights starting to shine on the streets.

Some wealthy families who had had dinner went out to visit the night market. Qiaoer saw many people gathering in the west of the town, so she followed them out of curiosity.

It was a crudely built small stage surrounded by oilcloth.

In the flickering shadows of the lights, the drums on the stage gradually started to play, and the clear sound of gongs opened the show, and a voice sounded like a warbler, a swallow, or an oriole.

The high-pitched and loud voice dragged on for a long time, rising and falling between heaven and earth. The musical beat was ups and downs, and the lingering sound was lingering with a long aftertaste.

On the stage, the lingering opening sound was like a zither, as thin as a string, and the lingering sound seemed to penetrate the clouds and reach the sky.

People hear the sound before they appear. The sound builds up the popularity in the audience and enhances the aura on the stage.

After a while, a young actress with a flowing bun in her hair sang loudly and slowly walked out from behind the curtain, her steps light and enchanting.

"Okay, great."

As thunderous applause erupted from the audience, Qiaoer was also fascinated by the performance. This was the first time she had seen this opera, and she started dancing along with everyone.

"What do you think of that girl? She has such looks and figure, tsk tsk..."

"I think the clothes she's wearing are nice. Could she be a girl from some family?"

"Don't worry too much, follow her later and take a look. We brothers haven't eaten meat for a long time."

In the crowded crowd, two men with sinister features kept stealing glances at Qiaoer, who was addicted to the opera.

[The person you are looking for went to Qingyuan Sword Sect.]

Just when Qiaoer was immersed in this joyful atmosphere, the sound of Tang poetry suddenly sounded in her mind, causing the smile on her cheeks to stop abruptly.

"Hey, happy time is always so short..."

She pursed her lips, looked at the little actress on the stage with reluctance, turned around and walked out of the crowd.

The night scene in Ping'an Town is quite interesting. The ten-mile-long street is decorated with lanterns and the roads are brightly lit.

"But...where is the Qingyuan Sword Sect?" Qiao'er walked for a while, then suddenly stopped, and after thinking for a while, he murmured: "Forget it, let's just ask."

Just when she was about to find someone to investigate, she suddenly saw two men standing behind her a few feet away.

"Two heroes, can you ask where the Qingyuan Sword Sect is going from?"

A smile appeared on Qiaoer's face.

This was her first time traveling far away. She was unfamiliar with the place and didn't know the dangers of the world, so when she saw someone, she went up to ask.

After hearing this, the two men looked at each other and nodded in unison: "Young lady, you really asked the right person. We brothers are disciples of the Qingyuan Sword Sect."

"real?"

When Qiao'er heard this, she had a look of joy on her face. She really didn't expect that she would ask the right person just by asking.

However, if it were someone else present, I'm afraid they would be able to see through the conspiracy of the two at a glance.

The blame can only be blamed on Tang Shishi for protecting this girl so well that she has not even left the house a few times in more than a hundred years, and her character is like a blank slate.

At this time, one of the two, a tall, bald man, hesitated for a moment and then continued: "How about this, we are about to return to the sect. If you don't mind, girl, please come with me."

Qiao'er felt strange when he heard this, but after glancing at the fact that both of them were at around the fifth or sixth level of the mortal realm, he nodded in agreement.

"Since now, I would like to thank the two knights." She thanked the two of them in an obedient manner, and then left the town together.

…………

At the same time, Qingyuan Sword Sect.

Even though it was already dark, the martial arts training platform was still packed with people.

"Who else wants to come up and kill someone?!"

Chu Feng stood on the stage and shouted loudly.

The more he fought, the more courageous he became, and in just a few hours he had defeated dozens of disciples.

Among them, there were several opponents with second-level cultivation in the mortal realm, and they were all defeated by him.

Many disciples in the audience blushed at the ridicule, but they were helpless.

After all, the highest cultivation level in this martial arts training field is the second level of the mortal realm. Those who have higher cultivation levels go to the secret machine hall to take tasks and earn rewards. Who has the skills to come to the martial arts training field to deal with such pitiful people?

Taoism.

Even now in the chat channel of Qingyuan Sword Sect's disciples, many people are angrily scolding Chu Feng for being shameless. By chance, he learned a magical power and then became a master there.

"Who else among you can fight with me?!"

Seeing that no one took the bait, Chu Feng shouted angrily again.

In fact, the purpose is to inspire these people to come to power, so that they can come back and earn their reputation.

Otherwise, after other people saw that he had magical powers, who would be so stupid as to come up?

This was a normal martial arts competition for him. Even if he was criticized by others, he could only say so because he had not violated any rules.

Unlike Tang Yan, who did something like driving people out of the dining hall, I heard that he later led people to steal the spiritual herbs from other disciples.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Huh, Shuzi, don't bully others too much!"

At this moment, a deep and powerful voice came from high in the sky.

The air in the martial arts training ground seemed to be solidified, making everyone unable to breathe.

"So strong..."

Just when Chu Feng was also horrified, a black figure jumped out from a distance and was already standing on the stage in the next second.

Only then did everyone see that the person who came was a middle-aged man wearing a green robe, with a beard on his face and disheveled hair.

"This seems to be Uncle Wang from the Law Enforcement Hall."

"Yes, that's right, he seems to have reached the late spiritual realm."

"Now there's something good to watch..."

…………

The people watching began to discuss quietly.

Chu Feng was a little surprised when he learned about this man's cultivation. He didn't seem to have offended him, right?

"Uncle Wang, what do you mean?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

"Hmph, I just heard from other disciples that you are acting recklessly in this martial arts training ground, disrupting other disciples' martial arts training, and damaging the reputation of our Qingyuan Sword Sect. You still don't know your crime?"

Uncle Wang glanced at him and asked in an indifferent tone.

In fact, it was a disciple he had just accepted. He was beaten extremely badly by Chu Feng in the martial arts training ground. He ran to him and cried to him and then came over.

Being in the Law Enforcement Hall, it is easy to deal with a disciple with false spiritual roots.

"???!"

"Is this martial arts competition also illegal?"

Chu Feng was shocked and confused by the accusations he made.

Is it a mistake to not be able to defeat oneself if others are not as skilled as others?

"Don't look for other excuses. In the name of the Law Enforcement Hall, I will fine you to work at the Handyman Peak for three months."

"Elbow with me..."

Uncle Wang was very decisive in doing things. He didn't even wait for Chu Feng to explain, and just carried him out of the martial arts field.

Chu Feng:…………

He now had good reason to guess that there must be some turtle grandson who couldn't do it to him and went to file a complaint.
To be continued...