When he came to the edge of the acropolis, it was already evening, Bian Qing thought about it again and again, and for the sake of safety, he still put away the peerless sword behind his back and put on the pair of fists that Taijue gave him. Even his favorite plain robe was included in the invisibility ring, and he found a soapy blue samurai shirt and put it on himself.

In the night, Bian Qing still didn't dare to rest, the distance from the mall was only more than a thousand miles away, such a distance, for the powerhouse of the Yuanwu Emperor Realm, it could be reached in a moment. Before arriving in the imperial capital, Bian Qing couldn't have any more accidents, otherwise the kindness of City Lord Ji and Brother Lantai would not be in vain.

Taking advantage of the night, Bian Qing used the Breath Gathering Technique and the Illusion Technique, specifically looking for the forests and mountains, hiding his tracks as much as possible, and at the same time ensuring the fastest forward speed.

After a night, Bian Qing finally came to the outside of the Acropolis.

The Acropolis is the last second-class city in the southwest of the Imperial Capital of the Falling Moon. Passing through the Acropolis, although there are still some third-class cities, and there are also many small towns with about 10,000 people, they are already within the scope of the imperial capital and are under the jurisdiction of the imperial capital.

In this way, the Acropolis is the last city outside the imperial capital, and the word "Acropolis" probably refers to the meaning of the imperial capital.

In the acropolis, there are two armies, one belonging to the Luo family and the other to the Ye family. The two armies were stationed in the east and west cities, and they were distinctly distinct, each with its own strengths.

Every day, I don't know how many caravans come from all directions, bringing the goods needed by the army from all over the world, and they make a lot of money and go away.

Outside the Acropolis, Bian Qing could no longer hide his figure, so he had to reveal his appearance and stride towards the city.

Coming to the Acropolis, Bian Qing felt very cordial, although the uniforms of the soldiers in the city were slightly different from those of the Luna Army, but after all, they belonged to the same country, and the main style was still not much different from the Luna Army.

Seeing the team of sergeants and sergeants, Bian Qing, the second-class general, was naturally extremely satisfied, and the scenes in the Moon God Army were replayed in Zhihai, although there was a lot of resentment and dissatisfaction during the period, but between the lower-level sergeants, Bian Qing always had an inseparable complex.

All industries in the city are thriving, especially martial arts, pills, and yuan weapons. Even in the Acropolis, there are rings for martial arts competitions everywhere, and the sergeants who participate in the competitions, or those who are loose martial artists, as long as they can win all ten games in a row, will have extremely rich rewards.

Bian Qing is now cautious and low-key, although he yearns for it, he doesn't dare to participate on stage, he just looks around the ring, and it can be regarded as having a good time.

"Boss Niu, let's go and take a look! The Luo family is recruiting people again! This time, fifty Yuanwu Jun realm martial artists are needed, and the task is completed, and there is a reward for a medium-grade spirit stone?!"

Bian Qing was walking through the crowd, not wanting an eager voice behind him, and looking back, it was a middle-level young man in the Yuanwu Jun Realm, this person was in his early twenties, holding a long stick of unknown material, his face was full of sweat, and he didn't know how many miles he had walked before he found this place.

"Dong Fang, what are you shouting, I'm going to go to the stage, but I'm being delayed by you again!"

A middle-aged man with a black face patted the soft whip on his waist and responded to the young man with great dissatisfaction.

"Hehe, Boss Wu, the water in this ring is deep, you don't want to think about it, when you reach the tenth game, there will not be a strange master who will easily defeat the challenger on the stage, this is the set set up by the casino, the reward of ten medium-grade yuan stones is not as good as the reward of a medium-grade yuan stone of the Luo family. ”

This young man named Dong Fang has a short figure, a round face and a big mouth, and he speaks truthfully.

Boss Wu was depressed by the young man's words, and followed him out of the crowd. When Bian Qing heard the word Locke, he became interested and quietly followed behind the two.

After walking through dozens of streets, the two finally came to a pavilion. In a public notice board in front of the building, a notice was actually posted.

"In the army, the Luo family recruited fifty people from the Yuan Wujun Realm to escort the goods at home to the imperial capital. When the task is completed, you will be rewarded with a medium-grade Yuan Stone and a bottle of Returning Qi Pill. ”

Medium-grade Yuan Stone, equivalent to 1,000 lower-grade Yuan Stones, 10 million spirit coins. For Bian Qing, a man with deep pockets, it is almost worthless. But for casual cultivators, it is not a small number that is dispensable.

Seeing this notice, Bian Qing finally recalled the hardships of the day, although this yuan stone is a good thing, once you have too much, it will dilute a lot of true feelings and true interests.

Seeing the eager eyes of many martial artists around him, Bian Qing suddenly felt that he had a feeling of not knowing the blessing in the midst of blessings, and suddenly felt a little guilty.

"Warriors who are willing to participate in the escort mission, please go to the left side to get the number plate, fifty pieces are no more and no less, while supplies last, first come, first served. ”

After hearing the loud announcement of a man dressed as a servant, the warriors present immediately became chaotic, and they all rushed to the man and snatched the few number plates.

There are more monks and less porridge, and there are naturally endless fights between warriors, and some people even use their blades. Fortunately, everyone is in the Yuanwu Jun Realm, and some Yuan Grandmaster Realm wanted to pick up the leaks, but the scene in front of them naturally turned off their thoughts one after another and became spectators outside the venue.

Seeing the chaos in the field, Bian Qing gritted his teeth and rushed into the crowd, taking advantage of the chaos in the field, Bian Qing was like a loach, slipped left and right, quickly squeezed in front of the servant, and with a wave of his right hand, a number plate numbered thirty-six had fallen into his hands.

After snatching the number plate, Bian Qing immediately pulled out of the matter, and quickly came to the sidelines, waiting for the fight in the field to stop.

After tossing for another hour, and even a few hung up the lottery, this battle for license plates came to an end.

The warriors who got the number plate smiled happily, and the warriors who were forced to leave the scene scolded and left separately.

Bian Qing was at the end of the line, bowed his head to the servant, and handed in the number plate.

"Thirty-six, name?"

"I, my name is Feng Yue!" Bian Qing was in a hurry, and the faces of the old man Feng and Zhuo Zhuo flashed in his mind, so he gave himself such a name and reported it.

Next to him, there was an old man at the peak of the Yuanwu Monarch Realm, who took the number plate and lightly scratched it on the number plate, the number plate flashed red, and the old man threw the number plate to Bian Qing again.

"Feng Yue, No. 36, take the number plate and wait in the courtyard. After lunch, the caravan was about to depart. ”

After taking the number plate and learning the appearance of the warrior in front of him, Bian Qing hung the number plate on his waist and followed the team towards the courtyard.

Locke's house, the residence of Luo Kun, Marshal of the Ruijin Army of the Acropolis garrison. Luo Kun is the youngest Yuanwu Emperor of the Luo family, and the important task of guarding the safety of the imperial capital has been entrusted to him, which shows that he has won the trust of Feng Xiuyuan, the lord of the Falling Moon Country.

Unlike the border army, the soldiers of the Acropolis have not been in battle for many years, and in addition to the daily drills, the generals of the fourth rank and above have their families with them.

These family members had nothing to do all day long, and over time, they devoted their energy to trading with the imperial capital. The Luo family, with the golden sign of Marshal Luo, is naturally also doing brisk business, no, the guards at home have just escorted three batches of goods away, and the fourth batch of goods has arrived.

"Brother Dong Fang, there is something unknown about the younger brother, I wonder if I can ask for advice?"

Bian Qing took the initiative to lean towards the young man he had seen before and asked in a low voice in his ear.

"Little brother, we are all a family, just ask if there is anything!"

This young man named Dong Fang was also refreshed, and immediately smiled and was extremely enthusiastic.

"Could it be that from this to the imperial capital, there are still robbers and robbers? Why do you need to recruit so many warriors to serve as guards? ”

Bian Qing deliberately pretended to have a nervous expression.

"Little brother, you've come from afar, right?

Dong Fang's face was full of surprise, as if he had seen rare birds and beasts.

"Hehe, I'm sorry, my name is Feng Yue, I was originally from Yinyue City, and I wanted to go to the imperial capital to have a long experience, and after making peace with the wolf-swallowing wolf, I made the trip. I really don't know anything about the situation around the imperial capital. ”

Bian Qing smiled and hurriedly explained.

"Oh, Brother Fengyue, you are young, and your talent is not bad, look at your age is not even eighteen years old, you have broken through the Yuanwu Monarch Realm, and your future is really limitless. Since you asked me, I finally found the right person, my name is Dong Fang, that black-faced man, is my eldest brother with a different surname, named Wuheng. ”

"Wuheng!"

Bian Qing frowned, the surname Wu is extremely rare in the Falling Moon Empire, but it is a big surname in the Wolf Devouring Empire, and almost one-third of the countrymen have Wu as their surname.

"Don't guess, Boss Wu is indeed a member of the Wolf Devouring Empire, but he is an orphan who fled to our Falling Moon Empire since he was a child, he only remembers his surname, and he doesn't know anything else, you don't need to be careful. ”

Dong Fang saw Bian Qing's concerns and hurriedly explained.

"Let's get down to business! Don't think that the Falling Moon Empire is peaceful now. Everyone wants to become stronger, but there are only so many resources, big families, big forces, people can occupy territory and produce their own products, what do casual cultivators like us rely on? It is already good to be able to maintain our natural conscience, even we will inevitably have to do some shady deeds, so as to ensure the supply of resources. ”

Dong Fang talked eloquently, mentioning that he had also done robbery, and his face couldn't help but blush slightly. (To be continued.) )