Legend of Sword King

They got up after dawn and continued their journey. The cultivators that he had brought with him were all heavily injured by Qin Biao's dying counterattack. Cheng Qing and Yang Ruoxi were also worried about their situation.    

    

When they entered Mount Qilian this time, Cheng Qing and Yang Ruoxi brought a lot of supplies with them. They could stay here for a few months, but both of them intended to have a big fight. Yang Ruoxi wanted to earn military merits, while Chen Qing needed combat training. Regardless of whether it was Wan Sen's Ascending Tear or Golden Willow Dew, in order to completely stimulate the medicinal strength, they both needed to keep on fighting.    

    

Now that the threat of Qin Biao, who was good at tracking, had been removed, Cheng Qing and Yang Ruoxi temporarily calmed down and seized the opportunity to improve themselves.    

    

At this moment, they still didn't know that the dark clouds of war had already quietly enveloped Mount Qi.    

    

But even if he knew, Cheng Qing wouldn't care.    

    

He saw Shen Nanjiang in front of a forest on a hillside. The other party had set up a tent here.    

    

The tent was gray and shiny. It must have been a magic weapon. This sort of marching type magical equipment was mostly used in the military in the Western Lion Empire. Shen Nan Jiang himself had the rank of the Spirit Martial County's City Defense Army, so it wasn't strange for him to have such a magical equipment.    

    

Shen Nanjiang was right in front of the tent, but the people who caught Cheng Qing and Yang Ruoxi's attention were still gathered in front of the tent, talking to a group of strangers.    

    

The group consisted of around 20-30 people, and their cultivations were all at the high level of the Xumi Stage. They were divided into two groups, standing in distinct positions.    

    

In front of them were five young men, three men and two women. The men were dressed in jade belts and the women were wearing blue skirts.    

    

Cheng Qing only needed a glance to recognize that the ornaments on this person's clothes were not ordinary decorations, but symbols. In other words, even his robes were a magical equipment!    

    

The twenty or so cultivators behind him stood up straight. Although their robes weren't magic tools, they all exuded a strong and aggressive aura. It was obvious that they weren't ordinary people. From the looks of it, they seemed to be guards.    

    

The person who was talking to Shen Nanjiang was a plump and plump little fatty. He didn't seem to be even twenty years old, and of all the people, his clothes were the most luxurious. However, he held a white radish in his hand and ate it with relish while talking to Shen Nanjiang.    

    

"What kind of person is this? It doesn't look like the son of a family from Spirit Martial County." Yang Ruoxi slightly raised her eyebrows.    

    

"Of course not the young master of Spirit Martial County." Cheng Qing shook his head with a chuckle and walked over.    

    

He still had something that he hadn't said out loud. Not only did these young masters come from the Spirit Martial County, they weren't even from the Spirit State Manor. They were from the capital! Even in the capital, their status was extraordinary.    

    

Only Song Qiliang, Chen family's four great clans and royal family's disciples were able to wear clothes as defensive magic tools!    

    

"Aren't you people from Spirit Martial County? What's wrong with asking you to lead the way? This is because he thinks highly of you, and doesn't know what's good for you. If you make this young master unhappy, I'll take your head off right now! "    

    

Cheng Qing and Yang Ruoxi hadn't even gotten close when a tall and thin young master beside the fatty eating a radish suddenly took a few steps forward in anger, and pushed him onto Shen Nanjiang's shoulder. His palm was not light, and even with Shen Nan Jiang's cultivation, he couldn't help but take a few steps back, covering his chest with his hands as his face paled.    

    

Seeing this scene, Cheng Qing's face sank.    

    

Shen Nanjiang was severely injured, and even with a Small Revitalizing Pellet, his injuries were only barely stable in such a short period of time. The tall and skinny young master's cultivation base was not weaker than Shen Nanjiang's. He had used his origin energy and a secret technique to cause Shen Nanjiang's injuries to recur!    

    

This was intentionally hurting others!    

    

Cheng Qing walked over with a frown, "Young master from Beijing, what a big temper you have!"