Ziyun City is the second largest city in the Chixiao Realm, and its scale is only slightly smaller than the Sword Making City of the Sword Making Villa.
The title of 'The Second Largest City' is certainly not unearned, because this city is so huge that the 'Ziyun Sect' has a total of 4,416 door openings in the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest.
Even so, pedestrians lining up to enter the city every day still block these city gates, and there are even extremely long queues on the official roads outside the city.
Ye Junlin and Li Mo waited in a long queue from morning to evening, and finally reached the city gate.
The only similarity between Ziyun City and Beimo City is perhaps the annoying 'gatekeeper' at the city gate. Every city seems to have such a group of annoying people, every such annoying person
, seem to be very arrogant and provocative. They don't dare to embarrass those 'rich nobles', but bullying some ordinary people is really a small matter.
The guard commander of Ziyun City is a burly young man. His purple clothes cannot hide his dark skin. He has a kind face and looks at the passing crowd with an honest expression.
The warrior who was in charge of collecting the money next to the young man looked much more hateful. His sharp-mouthed and monkey-cheeked face showed a bit of meanness, and his eyes were fixed on the jar containing the money, for fear that the passerby would have missed a copper.
"Hey, boy, pay me! Forty copper coins for the two of you." The sharp-tongued warrior shouted dissatisfiedly at Ye Junlin, who was in a daze.
"Well, okay!" Ye Junlin regained his composure, took out forty copper coins from the space ring and threw it into the jar.
The sharp-mouthed warrior suddenly seemed to be possessed, his eyes were shining, and he was staring at Ye Junlin's space ring. He didn't come back to his senses until Ye Junlin walked away.
"Hmph! A country bumpkin from a small place also wears a space ring?" the sharp-tongued warrior said with great jealousy.
"Sir Vice Commander, would you like..." A rather sensible 'guard warrior' on the side saw the situation and hurriedly smiled flatteringly at the sharp-mouthed warrior.
"Yeah. Make it cleaner." The sharp-mouthed warrior nodded and said.
"Okay, Deputy Commander, I, Xiao Liu, can do my job, don't worry!" The warrior named 'Xiao Liu', seeing that their 'Deputy Commander' agreed, hurriedly winked at the warriors behind him,
Follow Ye Junlin and Li Mo away.
From the beginning to the end, the burly young man with a dark face was looking up at the sky. He seemed not to notice the 'small movements' of the people under his hands at all.
At least that's what the sharp-tongued warrior thinks.
What no one knew was that the black-faced boy looked at the four warriors following Ye Junlin and secretly said in his heart: "You are asking for trouble."
'Xiao Liu' and other four warriors, most of their cultivation levels are around the seventh or eighth level of the Mysterious Vein. Although they could not see through Ye Junlin's cultivation level, they naively thought that a young man of Ye Junlin's age could only have the highest level of cultivation.
At the 'Seventh Level of Mysterious Veins', it was enough for a few of them to 'rob'.
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Ziyun City is bustling with people, even at dusk, there are still an endless stream of pedestrians.
Li Mo and Ye Junlin were plodding forward among the crowds like flowing water, as if they had to pass through dozens of people with every step they took. It was really like taking one step at a time.
"This is a 'civilian business district', so it's quite crowded." Li Mo shouted at Ye Junlin, carrying the dense crowd.
"Get out quickly." Ye Junlin seemed to have completely lost his patience due to being squeezed.
The two teenagers were like fish swimming upstream. They moved around and tried various methods to finally 'swim' past the endless flow of people.
"Let me go, it is indeed a big city, even walking is difficult." Ye Junlin, who walked out of the crowd, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and said breathlessly.
"Hey, we just happened to catch up with the night market, when there are the most people." Li Mo persuaded: "Let's go find an inn to stay first."
"No rush." Ye Junlin suddenly said coldly: "Take me to a quiet place first and get rid of those annoying little tails."
"Huh?" After hearing this, Li Mo looked back and saw a few dodgy figures not far away from them, staring at them.
"I understand." Li Mo smiled coldly and led Ye Junlin to a secluded place.
In a corner in the northwest of Ziyun City, there are more than a hundred dilapidated houses. This is a famous "slum" in Ziyun City. The beggars in the city go out to beg during the day and live here at night.
It was approaching dusk, and most of the beggars who had gone out to beg had not returned. There was no sound at all in this huge "slum".
"How is it here?" Li Mo said with a smile.
"Very good." Ye Junlin's face showed strong murderous intent.
Xiaoliu and several other warriors followed them all the way. When they saw Ye Junlin and Li Mo coming to this 'slum', they suddenly felt a bad feeling in their hearts.
However, the place is deserted, which makes it convenient for them to start.
"Hey, brothers, aren't you tired after following us for so long?" Ye Junlin shouted.
"What a boy, you actually discovered us." Xiaoliu and four other warriors smiled as they emerged from a corner.
"Such inferior tracking technology can be discovered by just one person." Li Mo said with a smile.
"You..." The warrior named 'Xiao Liu' seemed to be angry after hearing this.
But then he patted his forehead and said with a smile to his accomplices: "Look at me, why am I so angry with someone who is about to die!"
"Yeah, I don't like to get angry with dead people either." After Ye Junlin finished speaking, a huge coercion emanated from his body.
Before ‘Xiao Liu’ and the other four warriors could figure out what was going on, they felt it was difficult to breathe.
"This is... the pressure of the Xuanzhe level..." A bald warrior looked at Ye Junlin, his eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.
"How is it possible? A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy is actually a master of the Xuanzhe level?" 'Xiao Liu' said while becoming frightened.
"Uncle, spare my life!" The bald warrior reacted first and hurriedly begged for mercy.
"Do you know you were wrong now? It's too late." Ye Junlin's eyes suddenly became as cold as frost, and the coercive aura in his body suddenly surged.
"Ah——" 'Xiao Liu' and the other four warriors screamed one after another, and their bodies also made crackling sounds.
Then, there is no more...
"You guy, your killing methods are getting more and more cruel." Li Mo said with a smile.
"You still enjoy watching the cruelty." Ye Junlin said, with a look of embarrassment on his face.
"Haha..." Li Mo seemed to have figured out something and suddenly laughed: "You don't know any other mystical skills except 'sword-like mystical skills', right?"
"Uh... Congratulations, you got the answer right." Ye Junlin scratched his head and said sheepishly.
"Hahahaha..." Li Mo smiled even harder.
The two people slowly walked out of the 'slum', but they never noticed that in a corner, there was a pair of eyes watching them...