"Sister, it's okay. I will avenge myself. I will definitely not let him go."
The two talked for a while, and then Wang Xuan proposed to say goodbye.
With Ye Qingqing by his side, he would have something to rely on in his heart. In this case, there would be no way to truly grow.
"But, I'm afraid that Zhao Qixing will attack you secretly."
"Haha, it doesn't matter. I can't live under your protection all my life. If I can't even solve Zhao Qixing, then what confidence do I have to seek revenge on Liu Changqing?"
"Well, since you have already made up your mind, it's hard for my sister to stop you. But you have to remember that if you encounter something that cannot be solved, you must avoid it. My sister will always be your backing."
Waving his hands, Wang Xuan walked towards the outside of the city.
Ye Qingqing felt very uncomfortable as she kept staring at her back.
She never thought that Wang Xuan would suffer such a heavy punishment. No one was simple, but he just gritted his teeth and endured it silently.
At this moment, she seemed to have thought of something, and she flashed and slowly chased after Wang Xuan in the direction he left.
Perhaps because the battlefield was closed, the armies of the two countries resumed fighting that night.
After the night attack, no one got any advantage, so both sides fell into a brief calm.
In the city, blood flows like a river.
At the downstream corner, a blood-red figure sat on the ground.
The blood energy was rising, and they seemed to be pulled by something, and they gathered directly towards the figure.
After a long time, blood-red eyes opened.
"Sigh, these guys are really too weak. It's a waste of my time. Why don't you join a sect and give it a try? But you can go back to Falling Star City."
...
Along the way, Wang Xuan's direction did not change much, heading towards Wanjian Sect.
What he didn't know was that there was always a figure guarding him in the dark.
Several days passed, and perhaps because he felt that nothing was in danger, he left silently.
On the top of the mountain, Ye Qingqing stands facing the wind.
"The storm is about to come. Brother Xuan, I hope you can practice well. If, if, my sister is gone one day, I hope you can take good care of yourself."
With a tap of the toes, the person floats down the mountain.
A few crystals were left on the spot, and the wind blew and hit the soil, and the strand of sorrow was severely buried.
Her destination is different from Wang Xuan. Looking at the direction, it should be the capital of the Sky Eagle Dynasty, which is the Sky Eagle City where Wang Xuan once visited.
...
Walk along the border of the Sky Eagle Dynasty.
At the junction of it and the Dayan Dynasty, wars were almost always taking place.
In troubled times, everyone has his own destiny.
Wang Xuan did not choose to intervene, but kept watching with cold eyes.
I saw warriors who were willing to sacrifice their lives to protect their homes and country, as well as rebels who wisely protected themselves, and even more brutally who massacred surrendered soldiers.
Now that you are on the battlefield, you must be prepared to die at any time.
You can ignore the military affairs, but if anyone dares to bully innocent people, he will not be polite.
Like an ascetic monk, he is constantly aware of love, resentment, and resentment.
It took him ten days to stabilize his cultivation.
That's right, it's about stabilizing his cultivation. In that underground hall, he forcibly upgraded his strength from the third level of the Spirit Gathering Realm to the sixth level.
There was a breakthrough in his cultivation, but it also made his foundation less solid.
It was precisely because of this situation that he suppressed his cultivation and kept thinking of ways to improve his realm.
Yu Fei and his two men were very powerful, and with their ninth-level strength at the Spirit Gathering Realm, they were able to toy with the applause of the four men in black robes whose realms were not weaker than theirs.
Not only is the realm very high, but the strength that matches it is also very strong.
In the wilderness, Wang Xuan just sat quietly.
"Here he comes again, once every three days. It seems he has caused a lot of trouble."
It turns out that for so many days, every three days, a brute force would appear in his body out of thin air, just like before.
In this regard, he could only choose to use his spiritual power to suppress and consume it with all his strength.
Except for the confusion at the beginning, he has basically been able to adapt to it now.
Of course, it's not completely without benefits.
While destroying Wang Xuan's body, it also brought with it a power of repair, putting his body in a constant cycle of destruction and repair.
His face remained as usual, and after he had completely exhausted all his arrogant power, he stood up.
Looking at the big city in the distance and his own dusty appearance, he decided to stop in the city first.
"Lingquan City."
At first glance, I thought it was a typo.
Why is it called Lingquan City? If it were called Lingquan City, it would probably sound better.
Wearing a bamboo hat, after entering the city, I immediately found someone following me.
He remained calm on the surface and quickly came to the corner of an alley, stopped, and waited for the person he was following to appear.
"Ever since I entered the city, you have been following me. Tell me, what do you want to do?"
Following him was a little beggar, who looked to be about ten years old, with a chicken coop head and many patches all over his body.
The opponent was not nervous at all about the sword that Wang Xuan showed.
"Young Master is polite. I am a messenger in the city. I see that the Young Master is here for the first time. If you don't mind, I can guide the Young Master. As long as you watch and reward me with something."
Although he didn't show any murderous intent, no one could bear to show his weapons.
Unexpectedly, this beggar could remain calm, but it aroused Wang Xuan's interest.
"Let's go, take me to the best restaurant first."
After giving the order, the little beggar immediately led the way.
"Youke Restaurant!"
The little beggar stopped in front of a five-story building with four large characters written on the plaque.
"Go, go, it's you again, little one, you still dare to come, look at me, I can't beat you to death."
"You fight, you dare to hit me? I brought the young master here today."
"Yo yo yo, do you have any ability to bring people, uh...ah, this young master, I'm so rude, please come in, please come in."
The waiter standing guard at the door of the restaurant immediately changed his expression when he suddenly saw Wang Xuan behind him.
"Okay, let him freshen up and dress up, and then bring him to see me."
He said hello, threw out a spirit stone, and walked into the restaurant first.
On the second floor, by the window.
At this time, Wang Xuan was eating a few side dishes and looking outside silently.
"Son."
The beggar costume disappeared and was replaced by a thin little boy.
"sit."
Yiyan sat down, the little boy looked at the dishes on the table and swallowed subconsciously.
"Want to eat?"
Hearing Wang Xuan's question, the little boy hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.
"Second brother, come on, come on, let's have another table according to this standard."
"No, no, no, sir, there's no need to spend so much money, just give me a few steamed buns."
She looked at him deeply and then said something calmly.
"Eat with confidence and boldness. When you're done, introduce this city to me."