sword from heaven

Chapter 155 Difference (Part [-])
Zhuo Xiaowan lightly nodded at Mei Ying.

Mei Ying snorted: "Zhuo Xiaowan, your cultivation hasn't improved much, I surpassed you."

Zhuo Xiaowan showed a slight smile: "Not necessarily."

"Try it later!" Mei Ying said, "What are you still doing? How long are you going to be lazy?"

"There's no such thing as a good posture. If you do it, you'll only hurt others. It's better to be alone." Zhuo Xiaowan said.

"An excuse for being lazy!" Mei Ying twitched her red lips: "With your aptitude, you can do whatever you want, but you just hide!"

Zhuo Xiaowan can read people's hearts, and with this power, she can control people's hearts. She just doesn't want to do this, she can only say that her thinking is strange.

"Ahem!" Song Yunge coughed twice.

Mei Ying gave him a white look: "It's so mysterious, can you tell me now?"

"We are going to kill Song Yuyan." Song Yunge said.

Mei Ying pondered.

Zhuo Xiaowan said: "A saint like a dream?"

"Exactly." Song Yunge nodded slowly: "She is a difficult woman, so be careful."

He took out a silver pendant from his pocket and handed it to Zhuo Xiaowan.

Zhuo Xiaowan took it over and looked it over.

Yang Yunyan said: "Miss Zhuo, it is very effective against mental attacks."

Zhuo Xiaowan glanced at Song Yunge and put it on under Xue's neck.

Song Yunge said: "Wait for me to lure her out from the Zuixian Tower."

"Zuixian Tower?" Zhuo Xiaowan frowned.

Mei Ying also frowned slightly.

Both of them knew the background of Zuixianlou, it was the property of the city lord, and there was actually a devil's maiden there.

There is a saint in each of the six realms of the Demon Gate. The saint has a supernatural status and is the No. 1 young disciple.

Its cultivation is at least at the level of Jianhou.

But the saint actually appeared in the Drunken Immortal Building, could it be...

They turned away as soon as they thought about it, not daring to have such thoughts.

If so, it would be terrible.

Song Yunge said: "Get ready, I'm going."

"Let's go!" Mei Ying snorted, "I want to meet this dreamlike saint for a while!"

Her body was tense, inexplicably tense.

The saint is a master of the first level of the army. If they are outside the city, the four of them will definitely not be able to work together. There is still a battle in the city.

Song Yunge walked out of the alley and came to the street, opposite the street is the Zuixian Tower.

At this time, the Zuixian Tower was very quiet.

Song Yunge raised his voice and said, "Miss Xian'er? Where is Miss Xian'er?"

"Who is it, disturbing people's dreams!" A few windows opened, revealing several beautiful faces without makeup, scolding impatiently.

Song Yunge raised his voice and said, "Where is Miss Xian'er?"

"Xian'er has already left!" A beautiful woman leaned out of the window and said loudly, "You just left not long ago, you have no fate with her."

"Gone?" Song Yunge said, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to play and relax, I don't know when I can return." The beautiful woman waved her hand and said, "Sir, don't make any more noise, we still have to sleep."

Song Yunge clasped his fists in thanks, turned and went back to Niutou Lane.

The three heard him clearly and looked at him sympathetically.

Apparently they made a fool of themselves, the saint must have sensed the danger and avoided it in advance.

This is the terrible thing about the saint, she has a keen sense, avoids evil and seeks good fortune, and cannot be killed at all.

"Forget it, next time." Mei Ying said.

Zhuo Xiaowan said: "Brother, the departure of this saint also means that the four of us working together can threaten her life."

Song Yunge shook his head and said nothing.

This is a step behind, this Song Yuyan is really difficult!

He obviously wanted to kill himself, but ran away, so he had to be careful, would he kill a carbine?

Everyone went back separately.

In the early morning of the next day, Song Yunge left Da Luo City alone with a letter in his arms, heading for Yuxiao City.

He originally wanted to go to Perishing God Mountain first, to see if he could comprehend more profound sword techniques.

But this letter is very urgent, and there is no delay, so I can only go to Perishing God Mountain after delivering the letter.

This messed with his wishful thinking.

Originally, he thought that if he could realize another sword technique, he might be able to surpass the realm of Sword Marquis.

Now it seems that there is no hope, as long as you don't get beaten too badly.

He went all the way to the west, and Yuxiao City was in the extreme west of Middle-Earth.

Twelve days of non-stop galloping.

Along the way, he did not urge the Zhetian Jue, but only used the Silent Lingzhu.

Combined with the escape technique, it completely disappeared from people's vision and perception, and arrived at Yuxiao City smoothly.

The 55 souls only increased his spiritual power a little bit, and brought him a little closer to the realm of ghost knowledge, but he couldn't touch it.

He found that after entering Tianzhi, it was extremely difficult to enter the realm. The distance between ghost knowledge and heaven knowledge was like the distance between lower knowledge and heaven knowledge.

Could it be that the distance between a sword lord and a sword king is as big as the gap between a sword lord and a swordsman?
He entered Yuxiao City with the silver medal.

Along the way, he slowly came into contact with different scenery, which made him feel the difference between the territory of the extreme west and the territory of Daluo City.

Daluo City is bustling and noisy, the city that never sleeps, and the gold-selling cave, but all the way to the west, the more desolate and barren it goes west.

From a distance, Yuxiao City looks decayed and declining. The city walls are badly weathered but haven't been repaired.

Stepping into Yuxiao City, it is better than outside. There are many pedestrians on the street, but all of them are dressed in shabby clothes, and it is rare to wear new clothes.

Song Yunge was secretly puzzled.

Such a strong city should be the focus of all the rich people around it, how can it look like this?

After inquiring about it, he went directly to the military lord's mansion.

The two guards outside the military lord's mansion immediately stared, their eyes were sharp and indifferent, making Song Yunge shudder.

The two of them only had the cultivation base of Sword Master, but their murderous aura was astonishing. If it wasn't for their strong mental power, they would feel palpitations and affect the flow of vitality after being looked at like this.

"Song Yunge, Chief of the White Tiger Guard in Xia Daluo City, is here to deliver a letter to Junzhu Guo at the order of the Junzhu." Song Yunge clasped his fists.

The two young guards looked serious and stared at him with sharper eyes, as if four swords had pierced into his heart.

Song Yunge frowned.

This is not very friendly, I am a guest after all, this is how they treat guests in Yuxiao City?

"You two?" Song Yunge asked calmly.

The two guards saw that his face did not change, and knew that his momentum could not be suppressed.

He stopped wasting his efforts in vain, humming to himself that there are plenty of people to clean up this kid!
They withdrew their sharp eyes, and a young man said politely: "Please wait a moment, I will go in and report."

His tone of voice was completely different from his sharp eyes, obviously he was following the rules and could not be offensive.

Song Yunge guessed that the rules of Yuxiao City were stricter than those of Da Luo City.

He vaguely found the reason why Yuxiao City has been punishing Da Luo City's envoys, it may be jealousy, or it may be said that he is not angry.

Da Luo City faces the weaker Tianmei and enjoys prosperity, while Yuxiao City is poor and declining but has to bear the stronger Tianmei. This is too unfair.

This kind of unfairness will lead to resentment, and the messenger of Da Luo City is the best punching bag.

Song Yunge handed over a silver medal.

The young guard took it over, turned around and strode in.

Another young guard stared at Song Yunge coldly with sharp eyes.

Song Yunge remained silent.

After a while, the young man returned: "Master, please!"

Song Yunge thanked him with clasped fists, and followed him into the military lord's mansion.

Turning around the screen wall is the empty martial arts field, the dark green ground is flexible, and a group of people are exercising.

The flashes of swords and swords, the muffled sound, one person after another was injured.

Song Yunge was surprised, are these people fighting or fighting?Is it too tragic?
(End of this chapter)