The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

The sky began to brighten, and the sky began to brighten.

Li Dao and his servant, Sun Zhenzi, set off on their donkey.

Guangyuan City was located in the northern part of Chuanshu, not far from where Li Blade and Li Jun were. It was only a hundred miles away.

The donkey trotted along, not fast, but not too slow.

If he were to use his Qing Gong, he would need less than two hours to travel a hundred miles. Of course, if there were no urgent matters, no one would use their Qing Gong to travel.

At noon, a towering, precipitous mountain pass appeared before Li Dao and Sun Zhenzi. On the sign was the words' Book Sword Sect '.

This was the gate of the sword. The gate of the sword was an important military town. If it was in times of war, ordinary people would not be able to enter.

Of course, the entrance to the sword gate could not stop the expert with his lightness skills.

Now that the country of gold had been destroyed, the guards at the gates of the sword were not as strict.

There were countless customers, merchants, and martial artists passing by. It was a lively scene.

Carrying the short donkey, he followed the crowd into the gates of the sword.

After the Sword Gate Pass was a small city, and there was an endless flow of pedestrians.

Among them, the people who walked the most on the streets were martial artists who carried swords and sabers.

It seemed like Song Qiuyang's hiding place in Four Seasons Villa was no longer a secret.

The martial arts skills of these martial artists were either high or low, and they were all jagged and uneven. There was no internal force in a large scale, only a small fraction that could cultivate Qi.

Li Dao's 3rd level Pre-Natal Stage cultivation could already be considered at the top of the street.

This was also the truth. People who had cultivated inner strength were not like cabbages; they were mostly people from different sects and schools.

Only sects and families would have complete martial arts and inner force inheritance. Unless one was lucky, ordinary unspecialized characters of the martial arts world would not have access to profound martial arts.

Moreover, not everyone in a sect could cultivate inner strength.

After all, this world was a low-level martial world, and there weren't even any Xiantian masters. If he could cultivate inner strength, he would be considered a third-rate martial artist.

He found a random teahouse and sat down. Sun Zhenzi then tied the donkey to the pillar of the teahouse.

It was called a teahouse, but it was made of a few pieces of wood and was covered with a simple shed of white cloth.

There were a few other people in the teahouse. They were all wearing black and red sect uniforms and had leather bags hanging from their waists.

These people had long, slender fingers, and their breathing was even and rhythmic. They were all good at cultivating inner force.

Li Dao remained calm and collected as he ordered a pot of tea and a stack of pastries, silently observing their actions.

These people were obviously experts from the Tang Sect. The leather pouch at their waists was filled with concealed weapons, and their fingers were long and slender. This was the result of them releasing hidden weapons over the years. Their breathing was even and rhythmic, indicating that their Qing Gong was not bad.

As everyone knew, those who trained in hidden weapons all had good qinggong. Otherwise, what would they do if the projectile did not hit the target? Therefore, they had to have a good movement technique so that they could fly kites with the enemy.

Unless it was Li Xunhuan who did not make an exception, he would have to have a profound Qing Gong by his side, not to mention that Li Xunhuan's Qing Gong was also very profound.

Naturally, Li Xunhuan would not appear in this world. All he said was that the principles behind cultivating hidden weapons were the same.

These people did not say anything as they quietly sipped on their tea. They were not like ordinary martial artists. Perhaps training in hidden weapons had caused them to have a cold personality.

On the main street, a group of people wearing long black robes had metal swords hanging from their waists, as they walked towards the other exit of the Sword School.

"It's the people from the Iron Sword Castle!"

"They're starting to move. Let's chase them!"

A few Tang Sect disciples chased after them, leaving behind Li Dao and Sun Zhenzi.

Only after they had left did Li Yao stand up.

"Come, follow them."

The two untied the donkey and chased after the people of the Tang Sect and the Iron Sword Castle.