Sensing the crisis, An Qing stopped his movements, and sneered and stretched out his body protection qi.

I saw a turquoise aperture appear out of thin air, holding it firmly, and there was no blind spot in the up, down, left, and right.

At the same time, An Qing urged the black light of his fingertips, just waiting for this guy who dared to attack him to show his form.

Ye Qinghan and the others saw Wang Yu make a move, although they were anxious, they couldn't stop it, and they could only watch the cold light slash on the aperture.

However, to everyone's surprise, Wang Yu's attack was not blocked, but instead broke through An Qing's defenses, and castrated, directly cutting his throat.

Foundation building cultivators forge the foundation of the Dao, possess a more refined and rich aura, and constantly transform the body to develop to a higher level of life.

An Qing is a veteran foundation, but there is no hope of breaking through Jindan, and now it has begun to decline.

Although he has more means and stronger aura than young people, his physical body has decayed.

So when Wang Yu slashed An Qing's throat and poured the sword qi into his body, this scattered cultivator who had killed countless people, Dantian Daoji, was shattered, and then died directly.

In the end, he still underestimated the enemy, An Qing was too confident in his body protection qi, causing Wang Yu to break through, he didn't have time to react at all.

"You actually killed him directly!?"

The male disciple who was standing with Ye Bi, holding the body of his dead companion, cried out in surprise.

He still wanted to see jokes before, and along the way, Wang Yu did not show particularly outstanding ability, so it was inevitable to despise it.

Another disciple standing beside him shouted angrily: "Since you are so powerful, why didn't those fellow disciples come to their aid when they were in danger before?"

Wang Yu retracted the sword pill into his body, glanced at the two of them indifferently, and turned around directly to leave.

"Wait, where are you going?" Ye Qinghan came back to his senses and stopped him: "It's almost time to reach the Wushuang Pavilion, let's go over together, we will definitely get shelter." ”

"Go on your own, I'll be better off going alone. ”

Wang Yu left without looking back.

Ye Qinghan reluctantly withdrew his hand, along the way, he wanted to let Wang Yu integrate into the team more than once, but unfortunately he didn't appreciate it, but wandered away from the crowd.

"Go and see if there is anything good on the old man, and bury the flowers on the spot. ”

These people have also experienced many life and death partings, and now they see hope ushered in, but some people are dying, and it is inevitable that some rabbits and foxes will die in their hearts.

Ye Qinghan is not a qualified leader, he cares too much about everyone's opinions, and then keeps making trade-offs, but he doesn't have his own opinions, Wang Yu has long seen through this, so he has always refused to integrate into the team.

At this time, he did not go far, but gathered his breath not far away and hid it. When Ye Qinghan finished solving the matter and left, he showed his figure and slowly walked towards the city.

The disciples who escaped from the Dan Sword Sect are like a piece of fat in the eyes of others, who can resist not taking a bite?

Even if the so-called pavilion master doesn't care, it doesn't mean that others can.

Ye Qinghan and others joined with great fanfare, as well as the previous favors, which is equivalent to putting themselves on the bright side.

Although the Wushuang Pavilion had to make a gesture, what should it do in the future?

Wang Yu doesn't comment on the rights and wrongs of this approach, at least he will never put his own safety on the moral bottom line of others.

As he pondered, the huge city was getting closer and closer, and when Wang Yu arrived at the city gate, the name of the city attracted his attention.

"One City of One"

One and only?

Wang Yu stood outside the city gate and looked at it for a long time, and found that there were many cultivators coming and going, reaching the point of one-to-one with mortals.

Although most of them are just practicing Qi realm, the number of them is jaw-dropping.

Wang Yu followed the flow of people into the city, and what he saw was an incomparably wide street, paved with bluestone, and the hawkers on both sides were scattered, not crowding at all.

Further on, there are shops, some of which sell mundane objects, and some of which sell the needs of cultivators.

From the small to the big, from the demeanor of the passers-by, Wang Yu could see how strong the Wushuang Pavilion was in control of this city.

It's remarkable that a group of women can do this.

If he wants to stay here, he has to abide by the rules of others, there are so many cultivators here, a junior who cultivates the Qi Realm is not conspicuous at all, it is like a drop of water into the sea, without causing the slightest wave.

So, as long as he doesn't do anything out of line, no one will notice him.

Ye Qinghan and those people, Wang Yu didn't plan to contact them, he had a hunch, this group of fellow disciples is not expected to end well.

Just as he was pondering where to go next, a man approached.

"This brother, but you just came to Wushuang City?"

Wang Yu turned his head to look, this guy is about thirty years old, he looks a little vicissitudes, judging from the breath on his body, he is about six layers of qi training, and there is a small gourd hanging from his waist, with bursts of mana fluctuations, it should be a magic weapon.

However, his whole body was also taken by this gourd.

"That's right, Your Excellency?" asked Wang Yu rhetorically.

The man smiled: "My name is Yu Feng, a native of Wushuang City, brother, you are here for the first time, you must not be familiar with many places, do you want to consider finding a guide? ”

Speaking of spirit stones, Wang Yu killed a lot of people on the way here, so there were some gains, not much, about thirty or so.

And in terms of appearance, he is the worst inferior.

However, Wang Yu is not here to play, but wants to stay here, so he has to find a job that can sustain him.

"It's not a secret, I'm also a casual cultivator, and I just came here to beg for a bowl of rice, if you have a way, brother, a spirit stone is not a problem. ”

Wang Yu took out the spirit stone from the snatched storage bag and put it in the palm of his hand.

Yu Feng stretched out his hand to get it, but he was dodged, rubbing his hands embarrassedly and laughing: "There are actually many ways to go, but most of them have requirements." For example, if you go to the Danfang under the name of Wushuang Pavilion, you must be a Nine Rank Dan Master, to join their hunting team, at worst, you must also practice the peak of qi, and you must have good combat power. If you don't have any of that, you'll have to mine. ”

Wang Yu was puzzled: "If you want to make a living here, do you have to rely on the Wushuang Pavilion?"

Yu Feng shook his head and said: "It's not, in fact, there are also many casual cultivators who form teams to go to those places where demons appear to eliminate harm, but they will not accept unfamiliar people, and they can only enter through the introduction of acquaintances." ”

Wang Yu understood and continued to ask, "What does the hunting team say?"

Yu Feng didn't answer immediately, but laughed, "Little brother, my brother just went out and hasn't eaten yet, look at this..."

"Okay, then let's talk while eating, but let's talk about it first, more than a spirit stone deal, don't call me. ”

"Enough, enough. ”

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