The disturbance on the streets broke the quiet of the early morning, and the traffic was endless. The plan of the day begins in the morning, and I don't know how many people start to run around for their livelihood, but there is a lively atmosphere everywhere.

In the largest teahouse here, Feng Ren leaned over slightly and pressed his arms against the table, still playing with this piece of delicate pastry in his right hand. It is not difficult to see from the scattered empty plates on the table and the bottomed teapot that this morning tea has been eaten. At this moment, it is completely Feng Ren who is venting the anxiety in his heart in this way.

It's been a week since Feng Ren was separated from the brigade that night. Presumably, the rest of the team members have arrived at the wolf owl where the Beiting Imperial Capital is located, and are preparing for the upcoming start of the game. And he still has almost no clue.

These days, Feng Ren also passes through two cities and six small towns. However, whether it was a large or small pharmacy or an auction house, he had inquired about it, and there was no information about the Akaji Ghost Flower that was more than two hundred years old. Only found a fifty-year-old flower in an inconspicuous pharmacy, which had no effect on Huo Xiaoxuan's current situation.

Fortunately, in that store, Feng Renda heard something that could barely be regarded as good news. One of the places of origin of the Red Leaf Ghost Flower is an area northwest of the North Garden. Among them, the suburbs of Donglong City are the first to be forested.

After learning the news, Feng Ren temporarily changed the direction of his travel, and quickly approached Donglong City with a detailed map that he bought with a lot of money. The location he is in now is the closest town to his destination, called Xiguan Town. Since Donglong City is almost one of the northwestern borders of Beiting, Xiguan Town has also become a near-hub location, and there are quite a few people coming and going.

"Little two, check out. ”

Feng Ren didn't dare to delay any longer, so he put the two silver coins on the table and left.

Since the stored value card that is used in Jinxuan is in the north courtyard, only a small number of large chambers of commerce or auction houses with chain stores can be used, and a handling fee of two percentage points is being deducted. The rest of the shops don't recognize it at all. So, before the academy team set off, Feng Ren exchanged 30,000 gold coins and 100,000 silver coins in a money bank in Thunder City, all of which were put in storage rings for daily use.

Thinking about his penniless status a year ago, and now he has a generous hand and a huge amount of money, Feng Ren can only laugh at himself. If I had known that the Demon Core was so valuable, it wouldn't have been as laborious as it was in the auction hall of the Blackstone Domain. Of course, this is just a casual thought. If it weren't for the high grade of the demonic beasts he had killed in the Phantom Beast Jungle at the beginning, how could he have been able to exchange so much money.

As soon as he walked to the gate of the first floor, Feng Ren suddenly heard a burst of scolding not far away, mixed with chaotic footsteps and the dull sound of horses' hooves stomping on the ground. As far as the eye could see, at the end of the street, there was a group of sergeants galloping on horseback, ignoring the crowds around them, and knocking over many pedestrians.

However, under the bright sabre in the hands of those sergeants, all the pedestrians dared not speak in anger, and could only hurriedly avoid it. The person who was knocked down had no choice but to lie on the ground and scream.

A faint anger rose in his heart, but Feng Ren immediately let go of the hand in his sleeve that was clenched into a fist. This is in the territory of Beiting, and he must not create senseless incidents, even if the other party is wrong. But if it is in the territory of Jinxuan, Feng Ren must definitely teach these lawless people a lesson.

As the pedestrians retreated one after another, the flow of people crowded into a ball and instantly stalemate on both sides of the street. But fortunately, the road that was given up in the middle was quite wide, and it was enough for that group of people to pass smoothly.

Suddenly, a woman's scream came from the crowd. When Feng Ren heard the sound, he saw an infant lying in the middle of the street, still trembling slightly. Among them, the faint cry of a baby was heard. Not far away, the group of sergeants was already driving very close, and with their speed, it was not just a blink of an eye to step over the swaddling clothes.

The woman's screams and cries intensified, but she was squeezed in the middle of the crowd and couldn't rush out at all. At the outskirts of the crowd, the faces of the pedestrians were full of horror and regret, but no one dared to come to the rescue.

Why does this kind of dramatic thing always happen to me? Feng Ren sighed helplessly, and his figure disappeared from the door of the teahouse in an instant, only a light breeze swept away.

The man had apparently also spotted the swaddling clothes that had fallen in the middle of the street, and the leader of the group hurriedly shouted loudly, and the arm that grabbed the reins suddenly pulled hard. The horse under him was in pain, and after taking two more steps, he let out a long roar and stood up, but it was still a step too late, and the swaddling clothes were just below the two front hooves. And in the blink of an eye, the human-standing horse began to fall, trampling on the swaddling that could not be avoided.

In the midst of the lightning and fire, a rapid figure swept under the hooves of the horse, and the swaddling baby disappeared in an instant. However, the horse that stepped down on its front hooves was frightened at this moment, and its body trembled violently, and its two hind legs could no longer be supported, and it fell to the side. Seeing this, the person on the horse hurriedly turned over and jumped, and after a few staggered steps, he still fell to the open space in front of the crowd.

Boom!

The horse fell to the ground, sending up puffs of dust and smoke. If the knight hadn't dismounted in time, he would have suffered a comminuted fracture of his thigh due to the side of his mount. At least, he's fallen to the ground now, which is considered light.

Holding the swaddling clothes in his arms, Feng Ren stood aside, coaxing the baby in his hands, with a nonchalant look, as if everything just now had nothing to do with him at all. The woman who finally rushed out of the somewhat evacuated crowd snatched the swaddling clothes and held them in her arms to examine them carefully.

"Let's go, be careful next time. ”

Feng Ren waved for the women to leave, but he walked towards the group of sergeants. The other party had already realized that he was the one who had alarmed the leader's horse to the ground, and they all took out their sabers, shining brightly and dazzlingly.

In the blink of an eye, all the sergeants stepped forward and surrounded Feng Tenacity. Seeing this, the crowd on the side scattered like crazy, their faces full of horror.

The straight knife used by the Beiting cavalry is famous on the mainland. It is on par with the strong bow of the Tianxun Empire, the heavy armor of the Kaman Empire, and the bright silver spear of the Jinxuan Empire.

In the military battle on this continent, the Beiting Iron Cavalry is known as unstoppable, in addition to their superb equestrian skills, the biggest reliance is the straight knife in their hands. The straight blade is forged from a hundred refined irons, and it is nearly a meter long and extremely sharp. Although it is still a few points away from the proverbial sharpening of iron like mud, it is relatively easy to cut a soldier or war horse wearing leather armor in two.

On the other hand, any Beiting cavalry belongs to the uniformly wearing this kind of straight sword, whether it is a high-ranking general, a non-commissioned soldier, or even a gangster. And except for battlefield damage, it is not allowed to be replaced. In the Beiting Cavalry Barracks, every day the sergeants had to personally clean and polish their straight knives, and those who slacked off or failed to pass the line were given fifty rods, and those who reoffended were directly beheaded. Those who are not damaged or abandoned on the battlefield are also beheaded, and there is no mercy at all.

Moreover, this straight knife is highly skilled in forging and can be cared for in the best way, so the chance of being damaged on the battlefield is not high. In other words, the straight knives in the hands of almost all the sergeants are basically murder weapons that accompany them in the four directions, full of blood, and there are countless dead souls under the blades.

In the face of such a fierce blade, how can ordinary people not be afraid?

When the knights formed an encirclement, Feng Ren had already felt the chill on the rumored and famous Beiting straight knife, which was indeed worthy of its name. From the moment he was forced to make a move, he had already decided that he would not deliberately dodge. If he had withdrawn, it would have been an irreparable sin for the cavalry to vent their anger on the crowd.

"Boy, you're looking for death! Heroes don't look at their targets!"

In the roar, a knight slashed a straight knife in his hand, and it was not shallow.

Feng Ren snorted coldly, and his body shifted a few steps, avoiding the slash as he returned his hand and punched the man sitting right on the side of the horse. In the dull sound of the fist, the fierce power was transmitted into the body of the horse and wreaked havoc, causing it to fall sideways in a series of miserably. As soon as Feng Ren withdrew his fist, he grabbed the left leg of the cavalryman and ripped him off his mount, and then slammed it to the ground.

The cavalryman who was thrown to the ground convulsed several times in a row, and was unable to stand up at all, so he could only continue to lie on the ground with his whole body weak.

The remaining cavalrymen who had gathered around saw another of their companions thrown from their horses, and they were furious, and their raised straight knives were cut down in a circle. Not far away, the remaining dozens of cavalrymen who had not been able to step forward to participate in the battle due to their narrow position sneered at this, they didn't think that anyone at this distance could resist the combined slashing power of the seven Beiting straight swords.

In an instant, a red streamer emerged from Feng Ren's right palm, and instantly lifted, easily blocking the slashed Beiting straight knife. In the shocked eyes of everyone around, the strong strength of the scorching soul sword in Feng Ren's hand spread out in a circle of light red, and the sword intent was incomparable.

Ping, Ping, Ping, Ping, Ping! Ping!

The seven straight knives that were shocked and flew into the ground trembled. Several of the horsemen on the horses swayed, and three of them fell directly from their horses and fell to the ground.

Feng Ren glanced at the seven straight knives erected on the ground, and found that there was only a small gap on the blades, and there were no other wounds or signs of breaking. Being able to collide with the Soul Sword under the hands of an ordinary sergeant without breaking, although it is a joint force of seven people, it is enough to make Feng Ren secretly admire this. Beiting straight knife, it is indeed terrifying.

"Committing murder on horseback, is it wrong for you to be angry, and you want to kill it?"

Who knew that a cavalryman changed his color after hearing Feng Ren's words, and shouted: "His accent is not from Beiting! Everyone, hurry up, this is a spy!"

Feng Ren was suddenly stunned in his heart, he didn't expect that he would inadvertently cause trouble. Now, I can't run away if I don't want to. Although he himself was ready to leave the town with the cavalry after pulling the hatred, and then make other plans.

Just as all the cavalry stepped forward together, and Feng Ren quickly looked for the best way to retreat, a loud reprimand came from not far away: "Stop it all!"

Looking around, I saw a man in a simple cyan robe slowly walking out of the teahouse, about twenty-five or sixteen years old. Although he was dressed casually, the momentum that was invisibly revealed from this person's body was by no means comparable to ordinary mortals, and he was obviously either rich or expensive. And from him, Feng Ren could faintly smell a faint smell of blood, as well as a killing intent that could not be completely hidden.

"Who are you?"

The leader, who finally got up with the support of his subordinates, looked at the blue-robed man who suddenly appeared, and asked in a deep voice. However, the other party's slightly cold eyes made his heart tremble.

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