Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

"Then what is the purpose of your visit, sir?" Wang Qiye asked solemnly, with a hint of doubt and vigilance in his eyes.

"Hey, I have to accompany you, in case some blind person bumps into you. Then you won't even know who killed you." The middle-aged man in Confucian robes sighed, with a look of helplessness on his face that seemed real or fake.

Wang Qiye's face darkened and he secretly complained in his heart, to put it bluntly, it was just surveillance.

But at least he felt a little relieved. Knowing that this strange Nascent Soul cultivator would not take action for the time being, his two long swords returned to their sheaths with a "whoosh".

"I don't care where you want to go, but if you want to fight, you can give me a heads up in advance." Wang Qiye's tone was a little dissatisfied, but also a little helpless.

The middle-aged man in scholar's robe ignored him and just poured the wine in the gourd into his mouth, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him and he was just immersed in his own world of wine.

Wang Qiye was annoyed when he saw this, but he could do nothing but remain alert and think about how to deal with it.

"Those Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Masks have really been looking for me for three days?" Wang Qiye confirmed with the middle-aged man in Confucian robes again.

The middle-aged man in the scholar's robe did not say anything, but raised the corners of his mouth slightly and sneered at him.

When Wang Qiye saw this, he understood in his heart that it seemed that this matter was true.

He couldn't help but think to himself, he didn't expect that he would get into such a big trouble just after coming down the mountain. In the future, there are some places that he really has to avoid, otherwise he doesn't know what kind of weird things he will encounter.

But then he changed his mind and realized that these things only appeared at night, and he was not afraid of them during the day, so he felt a little more at ease.

Wang Qiye once again looked at the middle-aged man in Confucian robes, with a complex look in his eyes, including vigilance and inquiry.

Then he turned around, resolutely chose a road, and walked towards the next city with firm steps.

The Lord of Bijiangdu City turned over and got off the stone. He put his hands behind his back, his eyes quietly fixed on Wang Qiye's receding back, and then followed him slowly.

The two of them always maintained a distance of half a mile, walking one in front and one behind.

During this long journey, Wang Qiye was quite relaxed. He hunted a rabbit, roasted a pheasant and had a delicious meal.

The middle-aged man in scholar's robe just watched quietly from a distance. Wang Qiye was eating with grease in his mouth, but he had no intention of coming over to share a chicken leg.

In this way, the days passed one by one, and after 10 days, Wang Qiye's Lingxi flash finally cooled down.

This flash of Lingxi was his reliance for escape. Now with it, Wang Qiye finally relaxed his mind.

After all, there was a strange Nascent Soul master following behind him all the time, and the pressure was really as huge as a huge rock pressing down on his head. Every step he took, he seemed to be able to feel the powerful aura following him like a shadow, making him nervous all the time.

Now with the flash of Lingxi, Wang Qiye seemed to see a ray of light in the darkness, and he felt more confident.

He tightened the four long swords behind him, a long spear, and a long sword that exploded in the battle with the old man with gray beard. Before finding a suitable long sword, he could only rely on the weight of this long spear to temper his body.

this day.

A towering city appeared before our eyes.

Above the city gate, there was a plaque hanging high with the three words "Chunchao City" inscribed on it.

It is obviously a very freehand name, which should give people a sense of vitality and softness like the surge of spring water. However, this painting reveals a strong murderous aura.

Every stroke seems to carry the roar of swords and horses, as if one can see the smoke of war in the air.

Wang Qiye withdrew his gaze, a hint of thought flashed across his eyes, and then he chuckled, as if he found this contradictory scene somewhat amusing.

Then, he walked towards the city with firm steps.

In the secular world, due to inconvenient transportation, the number of large cities is extremely rare. The places where a large city can be built are all important transportation routes or strategic geographical passes with dangerous terrain.

These places are often the focus of military battles. They have gone through the baptism of time and witnessed countless disputes, ups and downs.

Not long after Wang Qiye stepped into Chunchao City, an unusual wave of movement surged in the city.

Leng Peiying, the Lord of Chunchao City, the powerful man who controls the city, instantly felt a strong aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator entering the city.

She reacted extremely quickly and flew up from the City Lord's Mansion without hesitation. She turned into a streak of light and landed at the city gate in the blink of an eye.

Her appearance was like a shining star descending. Her bright red dress fluttered in the wind like a burning flame, attracting a lot of attention.

When the people around saw the familiar red dress, they immediately bowed down and shouted, "Greetings to the Lord City Lord."

"Forgive me."

Leng Peiying's voice was crisp and majestic. She glanced around and after seeing clearly that the Nascent Soul cultivator was Wei Lianggu, she slowly restrained her powerful aura and then performed a trick to deceive the eyes.

There was a flash of light, and her image changed instantly, from a majestic city lord to an ordinary woman.

She laughed softly, her laughter as clear and sweet as a silver bell, and said in a somewhat intimate tone: "Brother Wei, how come you have time to come to my little town and visit me?"

Wei Lianggu pointed in the direction ahead with his eyes. "It's all because of this little guy."

Leng Peiying looked in the direction his gaze was pointing, and saw a short-haired second-level cultivator walking in the city, his eyes full of curiosity, looking around.

Leng Peiying looked at him with interest and said, "It turned out to be him who caused such a big commotion?"

Wei Lianggu raised his foot to catch up with Wang Qiye's steps and said at the same time: "That's right."

Seeing this, Leng Peiying quickly came to his side and walked side by side with him.

At this moment, both of them had restrained their aura. In the eyes of ordinary people, they were just like an ordinary old farmer and an old woman, without any trace of the powerful aura and majesty they had just displayed.

"Can old man Zhou swallow this insult this time?" Leng Peiying asked softly, with a cunning light in her eyes.

"What if he can't swallow it? One life for one life, and I can't kill him in the Blade Killing Zone."

When Leng Peiying heard this, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckled secretly. "I heard that the old man recently married four concubines. I'm afraid he's cherishing his life more and more as he gets older."

Wei Lianggu turned his head and rolled his eyes at her, then said helplessly, "Why don't you inform them immediately? Those playboys are not allowed to go out these few days, otherwise they will be at their own risk."

Leng Peiying heard this and showed a hint of resentment on her face. She said coquettishly, "Notify them right away. I thought Brother Wei came all the way to see me."

Although she said so, she immediately messaged her subordinates and arranged the relevant matters.

Wei Lianggu and Leng Peiying continued to follow Wang Qiye. They all knew that this master was not an easy person to deal with.

Those who can kill enemies across several small realms are enough to stand at the top of the same realm. Those who can kill enemies across a large realm have undoubtedly stood on the wave of this era.

It is simply a sword of divine punishment walking on land. Any slight mistake will lead to a bloody storm.

Soon, two yamen runners holding two signs followed Wang Qiye. Wang Qiye looked at them with disdain.

On the left side it says "Welcome Taoist Black Crow."

On the right side it says "All outsiders are requested to stay away."

Wang Qiye was a "hot topic" in Chunchao City. Wherever he went, the two yamen runners followed him closely like a shadow.

Even when he went to the toilet, the two yamen runners stood behind the door holding signs without any hesitation.

Wang Qiye was so angry about this that his teeth itched, and his heart was full of helplessness and anger. With these two signs behind him, the effect was "immediate".

Not to mention those arrogant and domineering young men, even ordinary people would give way when they saw him, as if he was such a great figure.

But this is not what Wang Qiye wanted. He originally came here to experience the mundane world and cultivate his mind. But in this situation, there is no trace of the mundane world at all.

Everything had become so special, so unusual, and completely out of his original intention.

After being tossed around like this and becoming bored, Wang Qiye could no longer endure it. After only staying in Chunchao City for two days, he resolutely left the city.

Fortunately, the mountain of cause and effect that was previously moved from the Lei family had been completely eliminated with the deaths of more than 90,000 people.

In this case, Wang Qiye is not in a hurry to find any trouble.

After leaving Chunchao City, the Lord of Bijiangdu City still followed him closely like a tail that he could not get rid of.

When he entered the next city, he received special care as expected.

Originally, he was still holding out hope, thinking that he could trade a third-level light sword that would suit him from other monks.

But in this situation, who would dare to approach him?

"It seems that we can't stay in this Daosha Realm anymore."

There was a malicious light in Wang Qiye's eyes, and he turned around to look at the yamen runner holding the sign behind him.

The two yamen runners suddenly felt as if a cold knife was ruthlessly placed on their necks. At that moment, cold sweats broke out.

The Black Crow Demon's vicious reputation is truly well-deserved!

However, when they thought of the two Yuanying masters standing behind them, they still forced themselves to be brave and tried to remain calm, forcing a very forced smile towards this demon who had killed more than 90,000 people with his own hands.

However, their involuntary trembling hands mercilessly betrayed their inner fear.

Three months later.

"Goodbye, young man. Don't come again next time."

The Lord of Bijiangdu City was unusually happy today and waved goodbye to the short-haired young man who was walking fast.

The Daosha Domain is just a small domain after all. After Wang Qiye decided to leave, he flew at full speed with his sword and was able to leave the Daosha Domain in three months.

Faced with a Yuanying-level powerful being seeing him off, he didn't even bother to raise his hand. He walked quickly, just wanting to get away from this clingy tail as soon as possible.