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The square statues are no longer there. There is a large road paved with stones in front of you. It is spacious and flat. What you see is that the sky is clear, the sun is shining and the weather is clear.

"This, this kind of magical power is really incredible!" The strong man's eyes stared like a copper bell, and he looked at the scene around him in surprise.

"You are a fool with a well-developed limbs and simple mind!" The young scholar suddenly pointed at the strong man and cursed, shouting: "Can you not see such a simple illusion? The small sect is a small sect. With such a shallow experience, they must have wanted to confuse us first and then blackmail the Liu family."

The strong man looked at the young scholar like a fool and said, "Illusion? You said you are from the Liu family of Xiliang. How could you see such a short-sighted person? I don't believe that the method of gathering people who are hundreds of thousands of miles apart is illusion."

"What's more, for those soul real magic and artifact scores, I don't want to believe that this is an illusion." The strong man thought so.

"What a fool!" The young scholar trembled all over his body when he was angry. He looked at Zhou Cheng and others again in a blink of an eye. Seeing that they were all dark and calm and completely ignored him, he couldn't help but feel even more angry.

I think when he was in Xiliang City, he was not surrounded by others, and never received such treatment!

"Since you said that this is a world of reincarnation here, we are here to complete the task, then I will complete the task myself, you have no objection." The young literati said to Zhou Cheng and others impatiently.

Zhou Cheng was slightly stunned when he heard this, then shook his head and smiled, "I have no objection, let it go."

Ye Junyu held the long sword in his arms, closed his eyes and pondered, and seemed to have not heard what the young scholar was saying at all.

Zhong Qinyuan said helplessly: "Please give yourself your own benefit."

It is also a trouble to take such a person to complete the task. Why not do it if he wants to leave the team?

The young scholar's expression was a little surprised. He seemed to have never expected Zhou Cheng and the others to agree so simply. He immediately became a little hesitant.

But after all, he was pampered and arrogant. After thinking for a while, he was too lazy to think too much. He still insisted on his own ideas and sneered at everyone and said, "Then I'm leaving, don't regret it!"

"Just don't regret it yourself." Zhou Cheng said with a little joking, and the young scholar who heard it turned black.

There is a fork in front of this road, one leads to Yongzhou County and the other leads to Husha County. Here, young scholars and Zhou Cheng and others part ways.

Looking at the young scholar's back as he left, Zhou Cheng curled his lips and said, "Please be blessed."

If this world of literary Tao is really like he knew in his previous life, it is often not peaceful on some remote roads... There are robbers, and perhaps monsters.

However, he is from the Liu family of Xiliang, and he has no cultivation, so he might have some secret treasures.

After the young scholar left, Zhou Cheng and others gave a brief introduction to the strong man and learned that his name was Song Hong, who was a disciple of the Iron Fist Sect of the Southern Jin Dynasty.

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The fork in the road seemed not far from Yongzhou County. Not long after Zhou Cheng and his four men walked, they saw many warriors carrying swords and swords. They all looked nervous and looked eager to try.

Zhou Cheng looked at his friends around him and whispered: "It seems a bit bad for us to just stand empty-handed. It is a bit conspicuous if we use mana to condense the magical artifact."

Zhong Qinyuan nodded and said, "That's true. Warriors in this world all have their own sword weapons. If we use magic power to condense weapons directly, it may be inconvenient. However, my green electric bracelet has a magical weapon support, so it can be used as a weapon. Although Shenxiao Dao is a magic weapon sect, he is not afraid of fighting with caution."

Song Hong also pulled out a pair of boxing gloves in his arms and said, "I already have a magical tool, so I don't have to worry about the problem of weapons."

Zhou Cheng scratched his head, looked at Ye Junyu who was holding a long sword in his arms, and said embarrassedly: "Now, I seem to be the only one who has no magical tools to rely on."

"Little Taoist priest, come with me." Ye Junyu suddenly pointed to the shade of the tree by the roadside and said.

Zhou Cheng was a little confused, but he still followed Ye Junyu and saw her leaning against the tree trunk and looking for a place that was not easy to be discovered. When he touched the purse at his waist with his bare hands, a huge snake-shaped spear appeared in his hand.

Zhou Cheng couldn't help but widen his eyes and said in surprise: "Zhangba Snake Spear? Is that storage bag or something?"

Ye Junyu nodded and said, "It's indeed a storage bag. Master loves me so much, so I have to refine one for me. And this spear was cast according to the shape of your magical artifact. Although it does not have the magical artifact, it only has its shape, but it can be used barely."

"I originally wanted to polish it, but now I'll give it to you first."

Zhou Cheng was quite moved. He was the main method of making swords by Zangjian Pavilion, but Ye Junyu was still the same. It should have taken a lot of effort to cast such a weapon.

"Then thank you Junyu."

Ye Junyu smiled and said, "It's a life and death partner, why bother thanking me? Let's go back."

However, when they returned to Zhong Qinyuan and Song Hong, they found a commotion suddenly appeared in front of them.

"You are such a timid thing, you are so brave. How dare you hit my carriage?" A sharp and harsh scolding came from the front.

Zhou Cheng's vision was blocked by the crowd in front of him, and he couldn't see what was going on, so he thought to Zhong Qinyuan and asked, "Senior Brother Zhong, what happened?"

Zhong Qinyuan said: "A carriage ran past just now and almost hit an old man who was carrying vegetables into the city."

Song Hong said with anger: "It was a warrior who slapped the horse to the ground, which did not hurt the old man. Unexpectedly, the young man in the carriage not only refused to admit his mistake, but thought that the warrior had hit him and that the warrior must pay his horse to his life."

Ye Junyu's long sword in his arms trembled slightly when he heard this, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Zhou Cheng frowned and said, "This is too unreasonable. Who is that young master?"

At this moment, another angrily shout came from the front, "Look at your clothes and a scholar who is famous, why are you so unreasonable?"

"My scholar is reasonable to you, a lowly martial artist? Do you understand?" The young master's voice sounded again, full of arrogance and loftiness.

As soon as these words were said, they suddenly became excited. Now most of the warriors who were about to enter Yongzhou County were warriors, and they immediately started to scold.

The young master's angry voice came, "What do you martial artists want to do!? What will happen if a civilian attacks scholars with fame and status? Do you not know?"

Fame, fame, literature and position... As soon as these two words came out, the scene instantly became quiet. Even the warriors on the outside took a few steps back, as if they were quite afraid of these two words.

Zhou Cheng frowned and said, "Let's go and have a look."

The companions were all right and followed him to come forward. After they arrived there, they saw a young man in a neat green robe standing on the carriage, looking down at the people below with a arrogant expression.

In front of the carriage was a horse that could not be raised. Further ahead was the vegetables scattered all over the floor. An old man with gray hair collapsed to the ground weakly.

The confrontation with the young master was a warrior in his thirties. He was dressed in a coarse linen, with a straight face and anger in his eyes.

Suddenly the young man took out a roll of white paper and pen and ink, chuckled and said, "Don't you, a martial artist, want me to reason, then I'll tell you what I'll tell you?"

"No, he wants to write a poem about war and do the attack!"

"Get back!"

The warriors surrounding here suddenly became turbulent. Many people had already run away, as if they didn't want to be accidentally injured by the so-called "war poems".

Although the warrior who confronted the young master in the green robe did not retreat, after seeing the white paper and ink, sweat also condensed on his forehead.

Zhou Cheng and others did not retreat either. This was a good time to understand the tactics of the world of literary and Taoism, so they naturally would not let it go.
Chapter completed!