From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

August, the seventh year of Jiachun.

The Sword Qi Great Wall still looks lifeless.

At the end of Yuhu Street, in a house near the city wall, a sword master who had finished his shift landed on his sword. He turned his head and saw the young man sitting on the doorstep, and greeted him earnestly with a fist.

"Good morning, Lao Jiang."

"Ah."

Jiang Yuan was too lazy to open his mouth. After a perfunctory response, he continued to deduce the sword formation. The twelve flying swords, relics of earthly immortals, moved slowly, and the sword energy extending from each other was as thin as a microscopic object, and there were billions of them.

The sword immortal did not find it strange and strolled towards the restaurant. This guy was famous for his cold personality. His background was unknown and his origin was vague. He did not have a master like a wild cultivator, but he was indeed very fierce in killing monsters.

The streets were sparsely populated. After all, the entire city had only a few hundred thousand households, not as big as an ordinary state capital at the foot of Haoran Mountain. After a sword cultivator died, a few familiar friends and relatives gathered around a table, and after eating, it was considered a memorial service. In the early years, there was a custom of leaving behind a cenotaph, but the number of tombs continued to grow, resulting in more and more space being taken up, so it was later simply abolished.

The house is not big, with one main room and two side rooms. There is nothing decorated in the main room, which looks like a hall for entertaining guests. The courtyard wall is slightly high. There is a thousand-year-old osmanthus tree inside the gate. Under the roots of the tree are several jars of osmanthus wine that were hidden by who knows which generation. When opened, the fragrance is overwhelming.

An old man was checking the wall with his hands behind his back, walking briskly. He had been walking for the whole morning. Several boys who were leaning against the wall and almost taking off their pants saw him and screamed and ran away.

There is no little hero in the whole city who is not afraid of Dong Sangeng.

Dong Sangeng is tall and strong. In Aliang's words, even the wrinkles on his face reflect his sword energy. When he was young, he carried his ancestral sword and went deep into the wilderness at the Golden Core Realm. Two hundred years later, he returned with the head of a great demon at the Ascension Realm on his back and carved words on the top of the city wall. The demon clan has a fixed patrol team of up to 20,000 people, affiliated with Tuoyue Mountain. They specifically keep a close eye on the sword cultivators heading north, just to prevent the emergence of a second Dong Sangeng on the Sword Energy Great Wall.

The old man glanced at the idle young man and said with full energy: "Xiao Jiang, if you have nothing to do, just practice a few moves with me. Don't hold your sword servant to warm the bed every day."

"A sword strike determines life or death." Jiang Yuan waved his hand to refuse. It seemed that he had never sparred with anyone. Looking back now, it should be considered as a way of cultivating the sword's strength in an unconventional way. His rapid progress in swordsmanship had a lot to do with this.

Dong Sangeng glared at this guy and swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth. He had just arrived and had worked hard to kill monsters, but he didn't die on the battlefield, but died at the hands of his own people. How could that be?

"Next time you fight that beast on the throne. If you can't beat me, I'll go out of the city and bring you back."

"Mr. Dong, you are killing someone with a borrowed knife."

At the foot of the city wall, Aliang came running over with a kite, followed by a group of children, some from wealthy families and some from humble backgrounds. Ning Yao also followed, waiting for the second one to take the kite. If she got it, she would become the leader of this group of children and expand her territory by half. It was a pity that these guys couldn't understand swordsmanship now, otherwise it wouldn't be so troublesome. If she showed her skills, they would have to let her sit in the top seat.

"You son of a bitch, you're actually showing sympathy for Liu Cha."

Dong Sangeng sneered and stretched out his hand to grasp the sword.

Seeing this, Aliang lay down on the ground, threw out the wooden wheel, and said with a smile: "He is an exception. He has not come to attack the city in recent years. Tuoyue Mountain has issued an order, and no one can do anything about it. He told me to be careful of a guy named Zhou Mi, whose throne is higher than his third place."

Dong Sangeng let go and frowned, "Liu Cha has already reached the pinnacle of Savage Swordsmanship."

In the wilderness, the strong are respected, and things like the order of the throne are as simple as that, with the strong at the top.

Aliang nodded, "It's most likely fourteen."

There is one thing he didn't say, which is that Zhou Mi originally came from Haoran Tianxia.

Dong Sangeng continued to walk and inspect the city wall. "Next time, you continue to fly with Liu Cha. Zhou Mi is here, so I can just trade his life with him. But if he is really the Fourteenth, it should not be possible. I have to let the old sword fairy follow with two more swords. He can't escape before I die."

Ah Liang's face was slightly stiff. He had no doubt about the other party's determination. If he had hesitated a little, he would have died dozens of times in the two hundred years of traveling across the wilderness. The problem was that he was asking the other party to die. "Brother Dong, I think we should not be too ambitious. Just fight for the seats at the front. Liu Cha said that the master of the Lotus Temple should be stronger than you. He is refining the Wild Moon, which is equivalent to half a step fourteen, at least much stronger than the strong ascension."

Dong Sangeng's expression was cold, "Sooner or later, I will stuff his head into your mouth."

Aliang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The abbot of Lotus Temple had been on the throne ten thousand years ago. Later he had been staying on the bright moon and had never landed to fight. His position had never changed, but no matter what, he was easier to deal with than Fourteen.

"Let's not treat the big sword master as a useless person. The big ones fight the big ones, and the small ones fight the small ones."

"Let these little guys go?"

Dong Sangeng hesitated for a moment and said, "Ning girl, I didn't say anything to you. You should practice sword skills well in the future. I will keep my sword for you."

A group of children exclaimed.

Ning Yao clasped his fists and said, "I will not be vague when I draw my sword from now on."

Aliang was helpless, always feeling that the little girl had too heavy a burden. Sword cultivators were straightforward, and some with a clear sword heart could be told at a glance whether they could achieve enlightenment, such as Ning Yao and Pang Yuanji of this generation, or that guy who seemed cold and aloof, and actually was.

"Old Jiang, I'm busy."

Jiang Yuan said calmly, "Don't get involved. I'm already very generous of you for not caring about the name Old Jiang."

Ah Liang turned over and crawled over. He looked at the sword formation and felt a headache. He smiled and said, "We are brothers. We are the first and second on the Jade Carving List. Go to the Middle Earth and tell me my name. The fairies will welcome you."

Jiang Yuan sneered, "Together."

Aliang waved his hands shyly, "How can I steal your limelight? When they see me, they will probably only know me as Brother Aliang."

In a restaurant not far away, several sword cultivators in the middle fifth realm heard a familiar voice and opened the window. A young man waved, "Come up, you bastard. The market is open. Let's kill you today."

"What a joke, he only remembers the food but not the beating."

Aliang straightened his mud-stained clothes and strode into the restaurant.

At the gate of the house, Jiang Yuan looked inward into the Yaotai World Mirror. Ever since he got a cave and a blessed land from old man Yang in Lizhu Cave, he had put the former into practice and upgraded them to the superior grade in all aspects.

There have been 430 million military merits, opening the 45th century.

The upper limit is 50 million households, and one hundred Grain Rain coins can generate 20 million military merits.

Jiang Yuan pondered for a moment. This time he went out of the city to kill monsters, and his military achievements were not small. All of them were exchanged for the sword of the boss sword fairy. In preparation for plotting against Mingyue in the future, the importance of this matter temporarily ranked first.

Thanks to the Great God of Destiny, he has completed about 50% of the Jade Realm and his Taoist power is growing rapidly.

The most urgent task is still the lack of money. The main body needs to maintain twelve natal flying swords. Even though Wu Di City has the reputation of "Baocha City", it is still stretched to the limit.

(End of this chapter)