C8

A distance of fifteen kilometers was nothing for the two of them. Two figures were rushing towards Yuan Tan City. After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, a small city appeared in front of their eyes. Looking at the city from the outside, it was not much different from the other small border cities. There were slightly old walls, and there were even a few refurbished walls. There were also Imperial soldiers checking the pedestrians that had entered the city.

Yi Feng and his partner slowed down and came to the back of the crowd. It seemed like they wanted to queue up like the ordinary people and check the entrance of the city. Although the two of them looked like normal people, the ordinary people beside them could not help but feel a faint aura from them. They unconsciously distanced themselves from the two of them, and some reverence appeared in their eyes.

Yi Feng looked at the reverence in the eyes of the people around him and sighed. One month ago, he was no different from these common folk. He was just a trash who could not cultivate. If not for Elder Zhuo's help, he might still be in his own courtyard, reading a book. Perhaps he would forever be like these people. He had to become strong, only the strong could obtain dignity. Only by becoming strong could he find his parents, only by becoming strong could he help elder Zhuo restore his sect.

The advancing troops had stopped at this moment. There, they could hear the shouts of the soldiers coming from outside the city gate. The crowd also gathered around them, and Yi Feng and Xiao Budian followed up as well.

At the city gate, a captain of the guards who seemed to be the leader was beating a middle-aged man with a long whip. The middle-aged man held his head and curled himself into a ball on the ground, looking as if he didn't know any martial arts. A person in the crowd whispered, "Isn't it just that there isn't any extra money for the guards to use as a form of filial piety? Sigh, if I am beaten up like this, even if I don't die, I will still lose a layer of skin."

"That's not right. This place is at the border of the Empire, and no one cares about this place. These soldiers are just too selfish."

"You guys don't know, a few days ago there was someone who was beaten to death because he couldn't take out any money, and no one even cared about him. Be quiet, otherwise, we would be the ones out of luck."

The captain had been in a bad mood today, but now that he met this middle-aged man who did not know the rules, he made a move to vent his anger. The captain had been in a bad mood today, and when he met this middle-aged man who did not know the rules, he immediately took action to vent his anger today.

His right hand was holding the long whip of the Guard Captain. Without saying anything, he used fire attribute true energy to shake the long whip out of the squad leader's hand. He ignored the Guard Captain and helped the middle-aged man up, saying softly, "Uncle, you can go into the city."

The middle-aged man casually patted the dust off his body and calmly said to Yi Feng, "Thank you, young master." With that, he walked into the city without even looking at the others, not looking like he was injured at all.

Yi Feng was puzzled. This middle-aged man didn't seem to be injured at all. Could he know martial arts? Could he not? Why would he not retaliate at all? Forget it, it had nothing to do with him.

A cold snort sounded out from the captain, and he blocked the man's path. He said to Yi Feng with a cold smile, "Brat, you want to save me, but I want to hit you." Before he could finish his sentence, he punched the middle-aged man in the chest and sent him flying.

He immediately used Wind Walk to catch the middle-aged man before he landed. Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't seem to be injured, he became suspicious, but now was not the time to be suspicious. He put the middle-aged man down and turned around to face the captain.

However, when he first saw Lu Li's ingenious footwork, the Guard Captain knew that he had probably met a tough opponent this time, and could not help but feel a little afraid of retreating. However, in front of so many people, he could not lose face, and furthermore, his cousin was a protector of the Iron Blade Gang.

"Bullying someone who doesn't know martial arts is really shameful." Yi Feng attacked right after he finished speaking.

The Guard Captain also didn't expect that kid to attack so easily, so he went up to face him with full concentration. The captain of the guards was only an intermediate level Martial Disciple, so he was obviously not a match for Yi Feng. However, his victory was due to his greater battle experience than Yi Feng. Yi Feng had never fought with anyone other than Yi Nan. That was just a spar, but this time, it was a real battle.

As the two fought, the spectators were a bit worried for the youngster. At this moment, the middle-aged man who was beaten up was sitting on the ground, watching the fight between the two of them.

At first, the guards were even with Yi Feng, but the more they fought, the more they were at a disadvantage. The more Yi Feng fought, the more experienced he got, and his hands were getting smoother. Taking advantage of the Guard Captain's opening, he struck his chest with his palm. The Guard also retreated five or six steps and then spat out a small mouthful of blood.

Spitting out fresh blood, the guard shouted to the guards beside him, "All of you, kill this brat!" With that, he drew his blade and attacked Yi Feng first. The surrounding guards hesitated for a moment before drawing their blades and attacking Yi Feng as well.

Seeing that the guards were all on their way to attack, Yi Feng shook his hand and the black dragon spear appeared in his hand. He infused his zhen qi into it and swept towards the incoming guards. The guards were at most beginner Martial Disciples. Some of them were not even Martial Disciples. How could they withstand Yi Feng's attack? They were all knocked back several steps by Yi Feng's spear. Some of them even dropped their sabers.

After forcing back the ordinary guards, Yi Feng and the guard captain started their battle again. The other guards didn't dare to attack again. With the long spear in hand, Yi Feng was able to practice his spear techniques to the point where he could only defend the captain. If it weren't for Yi Feng practicing his skills, the captain would have already been lying on the ground.

After sending the guard captain's knife flying with a single shot, Yi Feng's gun was also pointed at the throat of the guard captain. He said with a smile that was not a smile, "Can this uncle and I enter the city now?"

The captain of the guards could only smile, "Of course you can. You can leave at any time." However, his eyes flashed with venom.

Yi Feng kept his spear back into his storage ring and looked at the middle-aged man. What surprised him was that the middle-aged man was no longer in the same place as before and had probably already entered the city.

As soon as he entered the city, elder Zhuo appeared beside Yi Feng. He didn't mention the incident at the city gate, but rather led Yi Feng around the city in a rather familiar manner.

Looking at Yuan Tan City from outside the city was completely different from looking at the city. The city was too lively. The streets were filled with pedestrians, mostly from the Cloud Horse Empire. There were also people from the Star Night Empire and the Wind Empire. The people on both sides of the street were shouting nonstop, showing the prosperity of the small city.

After walking for half an incense stick of time, the two of them stopped in front of a wine house called Dragon's Edge. Following which, a small restaurant welcomed the two into the restaurant with a smile.

"Arrange a separate courtyard for us. No one is allowed to enter." Elder Zhuo instructed a middle-aged man who looked like a shopkeeper. After he finished speaking, he threw a bag of gold coins towards the counter.

The middle-aged shopkeeper had opened a restaurant for so many years, and he had eyes for people. Although the old man's clothes were shabby, when he saw a bag of gold coins appearing out of nowhere in the old man's hands, he smiled and said, "Okay, then get off the horse and have someone to clean it up. The two of you can sit down and rest first."

Elder Zhuo brought Yi Feng to the window seat on the second floor and sat down. There were already quite a few people on the second floor. The waiter then served them tea. Elder Zhuo also ordered a few dishes and told them to leave.

"Feng Er, let's rest for the night. We'll head to the Yuan Dan Stage tomorrow." Elder Zhuo said as he looked out the window at the sky.

Yi Feng nodded and sat on the stool to cultivate. Elder Zhuo was also pleased that Yi Feng had taken the time to cultivate. He also closed his eyes and started to meditate.

The two's meditations did not affect the clamor in the hotel. All sorts of new things happened at various tables as they chatted and laughed.

"I heard nothing about it. Yesterday, during the beginner warrior level battle, the wolf killed his opponent. He has won five matches in a row." A fat middle-aged man excitedly said to his companions.

"That's nothing. Last night, during the beginner Martial Master competition, the novice Heavenly Horse actually defeated the stubborn cow who won three consecutive victories. That's just a beginner Martial Master. It's a pity that he died just like that." Another person at the same table revealed the news.

"Although death is a pity, but you must know, once you win, the rewards are extremely shocking. I heard that if you win as a Martial Master, you can obtain a grade three middle grade weapon, or a Martial Technique of the same value, and sometimes even a special technique reward. That is something you can't even buy if you want to, otherwise why would so many Martial Masters not even come to fight?"

Last night, there was another fight that went beyond one's cultivation realm. It was a ten consecutive wins by an elite Martial Disciple against a beginner warrior. If you win, you will get a low Grade 1 weapon." "However, it is not so easy to challenge a Martial Disciple who has a higher cultivation level. That Martial Disciple was killed so easily.

At this time, the waiter brought up the dishes and wine. Seeing that the old and young didn't dare to disturb them, he immediately left.

Listening to the conversation at the next table, Yi Feng had a better understanding of the battle arena. So, it turns out that it was not just about the monetary rewards, thinking about it made sense. These warriors would not risk their lives just for money, but they would not be able to resist the temptation of weapons, martial skills and cultivation techniques.

Elder Zhuo raised the wine and slowly drank it. Looking at the gradually darkening sky outside the window, he seemed to recall the past. Yi Feng, on the other hand, started wolfing down his food. The image of him at the entrance of the city had disappeared. It couldn't be blamed on him. He hadn't had any hot food for more than half a month, so he usually took Fasting Pills.

When Yi Feng was done eating and elder Zhuo finished drinking, the two of them went to an independent courtyard under the guidance of the child. After Yi Feng finished eating and elder Zhuo finished drinking, the two of them went to an independent courtyard under the guidance of the child. Only through continuous cultivation could one become strong. This was the truth of experts.