I'm going to see Master Qiao to discuss something?
City Lord Qi was slightly startled, then smiled and said: "In this case, I will report it to my lord. Let's see how my lord responds."
After saying that, he sent out a flying message.
After a while, Feixun replied.
The Lord said that Fairy Luo was very welcome to meet him at the Lord's Mansion.
What seemed to be a complicated matter could be solved with just one report.
The Lord is a strong man in the late stage of Martial God. To be honest, a foreign Martial Spirit really doesn’t have the confidence or courage to meet him.
But a peerless genius like Luo Xianzi is definitely an exception.
This kind of person has many life-saving magic weapons and is extremely difficult to kill. Not to mention the Martial God, even the Martial Immortal dares to meet him. And no matter where he goes, he will not be ignored.
"Fairy Luo, I have reported this matter to my lord. My lord said that Fairy Luo is welcome to be a guest." City Lord Qi replied to Jiang Yaodao.
"I was going to Juncheng in a few days. Since Fairy Luo will leave tomorrow, I might as well advance a few days in advance and go with Fairy Luo so that I can take care of you."
Fairy Luo smiled and said: "Then thank you City Lord Qi. Lord Qi is so considerate, I will keep it in mind."
Qi Yang thought to himself: "He is indeed a arrogant genius who comes from a noble girl. He is neither humble nor arrogant. He is really like a phoenix."
"Well, although I am a vassal and I seem to be powerful, what am I compared to these people? Comparing people to each other is so irritating."
Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Qi Yang didn't want to disturb him anymore, so he left some local spiritual fruit specialties and left.
Jiang Yao saw that his plan to wait and see was successful, and he was in a good mood. Seeing that it was still early, he left the inn, intending to learn about the scenery of the central city.
There are many shops and commercial buildings in the city, and there are many pedestrians in the city. At first glance, it seems that it is very prosperous.
But if you look closely, that's not the case.
Although there are many people with luxurious clothes and carriages and horses on the avenue, there are more low-level martial arts cultivators with low cultivation and panic-stricken expressions.
They wandered the streets and alleys and in front of large commercial buildings, looking for opportunities to work.
There were even people sitting on the ground, holding weapons, and hanging a sign that read: Work hard.
The so-called "sacrifice one's life" is actually a killer who sacrifices one's own life to help others solve their problems.
Of course, they belong to the lowest level of unprofessional killers.
"Luo Fairy" has encountered more than a dozen so-called killers along the way.
I even saw an old warrior who was hundreds of years old, holding a low-grade sword and wearing a sign saying "work hard".
There is also a warrior who was disabled in the early stages and wrote a line on the ground:
"I'm so hungry, my cultivation has plummeted. Please give me two pieces of spiritual jade so that I can have some spiritual food."
Jiang Yao looked at it and shook his head.
Fairy Luo stopped for a moment, threw down a letter (ten pieces of spiritual jade), and said to the disabled warrior: "Here."
"Sir..." The disabled warrior first grabbed the spiritual jade thrown in front of him, and then quickly knelt down and kowtowed in thanks.
When he looked up, he saw that the fairy-like Lord Wu Zhen had already walked away.
Fairy Luo was strolling towards her, and passers-by greeted her with greetings or stayed away.
They didn't dare to raise their heads and look at them for fear of causing death.
When I walked downstairs to a real girl, I heard a few loud laughs, and then a group of male cultivators wearing gorgeous real clothes came out.
They were all drunk, obviously drinking a lot of spirit wine, and they were talking smug nonsense.
"That woman is a young girl with perfect samurai skills. She is only in her early twenties, and she was given the red pill by me. Oh, that taste, tsk tsk tsk, three hundred jade is really not in vain..."
"What do you mean by that? I kissed the top guy in this building today, and there will be a lot of romance and happiness in the future..."
Several people were chatting happily, but suddenly they all stopped suddenly, so drunk that they woke up.
After that, several people bowed their heads and saluted: "I have met Lord Wuzhen!"
This "Fairy Luo" didn't pay any attention to it, and just walked past without even looking at it.
"Beheaded! Beheaded!" Suddenly someone shouted from the front.
With a roar, a large crowd of people gathered around.
As soon as Jiang Yao's spiritual consciousness was released, he could clearly see the situation several miles away.
Dozens of martial arts cultivators whose cultivation levels were abolished were kneeling on a high platform, with several armored soldiers from the city lord's palace standing behind them.
"How dare they resist and refuse to pay taxes, they are rebels!" shouted a soldier, and with a wave of his long knife, several heads flew up.
In the blink of an eye, the heads of dozens of "rebels" fell to the ground.
Their souls overflowed and were immediately absorbed by a man in black who had been prepared long ago. The man in black used a magic weapon to absorb dozens of souls, smiling like a child.
"This is the consequences of resisting taxes!" shouted the armored soldiers of the city lord's palace.
Jiang Yao already knows that this city is full of gorgeous brocade on one side, and lice and filth on the other. Joy is accompanied by misery, luxury is accompanied by abject poverty, and blood is accompanied by resistance.
Jiang Yao passed two more streets and suddenly sensed a somewhat familiar scent.
It turned out to be Xu Erlang, a young man from the mountain village.
The young man from the Han family who came to work in Moyang City only had the cultivation level of an early warrior and was no more than twenty years old.
At this time, Xu Erlang was wearing shabby real clothes, animal skin shoes on his feet, and his messy hair was tied up with a bone hairpin. He looked very shabby and simple.
It's really "down to earth".
The only decoration on his body is a sword at his waist.
This sword is only a first-level sword. Not only is it the lowest level, it is also very broken.
It didn't even have a sheath, it was just inserted into the young man's waist.
He came to Moyang City from the mountain village with the caravan. Apart from meeting Jiang Yao once, he rarely spoke along the way, and his sense of presence was as low as his cultivation level.
At this time, the young man was being surrounded by two warriors.
"Boy, I feel sorry for you, so I asked you to work in the mines outside the city, but you don't want to go? You don't know what is good, right? You make me lose face."
The warrior in front said with a sneer.
Xu Erlang cupped his fists and said, "Fellow Taoist, I don't want to go to the mines outside the city."
He had long been reminded by the caravan manager not to work in the mines outside the city.
They specialize in capturing or luring out-of-town cultivators into hard labor. As long as they enter the mines, they keep working, but the wages are pitiful.
What kind of miners are they? They are simply mine slaves.
Xu Erlang is not stupid, so how could he trust the other party?
The warrior's plump green skin chuckled. He pointed at Xu Erlang's clothes and the broken sword at his waist, and sneered with great disdain:
"Look at your virtues. You're a country bumpkin. You don't even have a storage bag. You're a complete embarrassment to the martial arts cultivator."
"A mere early warrior, as poor as a beggar, actually has a job but doesn't do it? Humph, I want you to go, you have to go if you want to, and you have to go if you don't!"
Xu Erlang took a step back, lowered his head and said, "Fellow Taoist, don't bully others too much."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
"Looking for death!" the warrior shouted happily, "What if I bully you like a dog like an ant?"
After saying that, he slapped me in the face.
He is a perfect warrior, while Xu Erlang is only an early warrior, and his cultivation is three small steps behind.
If this slap was real, Xu Erlang would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.
How swift is the perfect movement of the samurai?
Seeing this slap, Xu Erlang's front and back were sealed.
But at this moment, Xu Erlang suddenly drew his sword, turned around and stabbed!
There was just a puff sound, and the lowest-grade sword-breaking weapon pierced the warrior's perfect forehead.
The warrior stared blankly at the sword that pierced his eyebrows, and then looked at the young man.
The hilt of the sword was held in a slender hand without any trembling.
The young man's eyes showed a hint of fear.
"This is my first time killing someone."
"Aren't you a perfect samurai? Why are you so weak?"
"I didn't know you couldn't escape. You can't blame me for killing you."
After killing local natives in this strange city, young Xu Erlang was very frightened, but his hand holding the sword still did not tremble at all.
With a plop, the warrior fell down and died. His soul was strangled by this sword.
The warrior at the back, Yuan Chengcheng, was already stunned.
Just now, Xing San made the first move. He was obviously a samurai, but he was killed by this young man with a sword?
He was stunned for only a moment before he reacted, raised his hand and punched Xu Erlang.
"die!"
This punch has no reservations, it is violent and furious!
But before his fist hit Xu Erlang, he saw a flash of sword light.
Immediately afterwards, I felt a pain on the altar.
The center of his brow had been pierced by the broken sword.
Fall!
Xu Erlang looked at the two corpses in disbelief, his eyes full of surprise, and he looked at a loss.