Author: Wei Sheng Xiaoyao

In the territory of the Yu Clan, sword-driving is extremely rampant, but that person is Master Qingli.

"Master Qingli, are you also interested in those people?"

Feng Qingli was flying in the air with her sword, and beside her were several little cubs that didn't even have all their fur.

They were not flying fast, so Feng Qingli could only slow down her speed and accompany them. I wonder if it was because Feng Qingli had spoken to them that they became bolder and dared to chatter.

In the past, Feng Qingli lived in seclusion and did not appear in front of the monsters many times.

Except for that bloodbath in the secret realm, these little demons seemed to have never heard of the legend about Feng Qingli.

It seems that Master Qingli is not as scary as the rumors say.

The wind is green and glass robes are hunting, and the long hair is flying.

If you look closely, there seems to be a touch of green in the hair.

"Yeah, I'm quite interested in that group of people cultivating."

"No wonder Master Qingli is so mature at such a young age."

Feng Qingli's expression froze, and then another little demon said: "I heard that those human monks like to wield swords very much, and those who know how to wield swords are very powerful!"

"Hmph, no matter how powerful they are, can they be as powerful as Master Qingli? Master Qingli hasn't even finished changing his down, and he is already a Foundation Establishment Demon Cultivator."

Feng Qingli: "..."

However, these little monsters were indeed right.

If we don't count the days she spent wandering in the mountain streams, Feng Qingli is just a young Luan bird who has been twenty years old.

Twenty years old...

Feng Qingli thought that when she was a human being in her twenties, she was still called a little girl.

"You fight around every day and refuse to practice. If you are like me, why worry about your low cultivation level."

A little demon tilted its head: "But even if we don't practice, our cultivation will increase. We can live so long, why do we have to practice every day?"

Because we are different.

Feng Qingli did not answer them, and the walls of Fengming City loomed in front of them.

There are no guards in Fengming City, but there are Yuanying demon cultivators stationed in the city.

The person on duty in recent years is Feng Changkong, who brought Feng Qingli back to the Yu Clan.

Feng Changkong is the youngest Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator among the entire Yu Clan, and he is several times inferior to the other cultivators who are great demon cultivators.

Therefore, although the job of sitting in Fengming City came on a rotating basis, Feng Changkong was the one to blame every time.

As for Feng Changkong, maybe that hug touched a certain nerve in him. Over the years, he had taken good care of Feng Qingli.

I want to give her anything fun and novel, no matter if Feng Qingli needs it or not, or wants it or not.

"We're here. You don't dare to come by yourself. It must be something the elders of the clan have stipulated for you." Feng Qingli put away the ordinary spirit sword and told them: "You can just go around and wander around on your own. You don't have to follow me."

I am with you. But you must gather in front of the city gate before sunset, and I will take you back."

In this way, they won't be punished for going out?

Several little demons jumped for joy and scampered away.

Feng Qingli watched their figures disappear on both sides of the street before slowly taking steps.

In fact, even she herself didn't know why she changed her decision to come to Fengming City.

She was actually very free during these years as a demon, and it was she who sealed herself in that desolate palace.

Fengming City is very big, but it is not as prosperous as the human fairy city, and the streets are even more spacious.

Because not all monsters like to transform themselves into human form, monsters in their original form can be seen everywhere on the streets, and naturally the majority of them are from the Yu tribe.

Following the flow of people, Feng Qingli easily found the so-called new human monk Feng Changkong said.

Among the demon clan, most of the demon cultivators have lived in their own clan for a long time and have never gone out, so human cultivators are a very new species to them.

Feng Qingli just stood on the outer circle and took a look, and she knew what these people were doing.

Demon cultivators are not like human cultivators and do not like those methods of array weapons and elixirs. There are very few demon cultivators who practice these.

But demon cultivators will inevitably use these in daily practice, and the seven human states are far away from here, and little demons with low cultivation levels cannot cross that sea.

Therefore, some people discovered the business opportunities.

In the traditional impression of human cultivators, the bloodthirsty nature of the demon clan is very terrifying, but in the eyes of the demon clan, human cultivators are not the same.

It was just driven by profit, and in the end the trade route between the human race and the demon race was opened up by the predecessors.

But the price of these pill formations...

Feng Qingli couldn't help but frown slightly as she listened to the shouts of the human monk.

An ordinary rejuvenation pill costs one hundred spiritual stones. Within the seven states, you can buy a bottle with one hundred spiritual stones, okay?

It's a pity that those demon cultivators didn't know the price. Even if they thought it was a bit expensive, they still gritted their teeth and bought it.

While Feng Qingli was watching, they had already made a lot of money.

Not interesting.

Feng Qingli turned on her toes and walked around the city aimlessly.

Feng Qingli has lived in the clan for a long time, and not many people in the Yu clan know her. The only ones who remember her face are those Nascent Soul demon cultivators and the little demons who live next to her residence.

"This fellow Taoist."

Fellow?

I haven't heard anyone call me that for a long time.

Feng Qingli turned around and saw a handsome young man standing behind her, wearing a spirit beast bag around his waist and a sky-blue hairband in his hair.

"Who are you?"

"I just saw fellow Taoist coming with a sword. I guessed that fellow Taoist must also be a human cultivator, so I boldly stepped forward to talk to him." The young man bowed slightly and said, "I'm at Qianlou in Xialin. I'm a disciple of the Spiritual Beast Pavilion."

Feng Qingli glanced at him, said "Oh" and then turned around and left.

Lin Qianlou was stunned.

Logically speaking, shouldn't a normal person ask others why they want to stop them?

Why doesn't this female nun act according to common sense?

"Fellow Taoist, stay!"

Lin Qianlou hurriedly chased after him: "I wonder if I can delay fellow Taoist for some time, I'll..."

"No." Feng Qingli was stopped again, still unhappy in her heart, "If you have anything to say, fellow Taoist, tell others, I'll leave here in a hurry."

"Fellow Taoist has just arrived, why are you leaving? I won't delay for too long, you-"

"brush--"

Looking at the broken strand of hair blown away by the wind in front of his eyes, Lin Qianlou finally shut up.

"I don't have the patience, I don't have time, I don't want to hear it." Feng Qingli took back her sword coldly, "If you bother me again, I'll kill you."

"Why are you, a female cultivator, so ungrateful? Our junior brother had a good talk with you, so why did you just take action?"

In the meantime, those who sell pill formations also arrived here, and came up to deal with Feng Qingli.
Chapter completed!