Chapter 479: Chapter 287: The Land Without a Master, Young Hero’s Paradise
On the roadside, the Red Feather Blade Man and the Iron Blood Sect were locked in a bloody battle over a disagreement.
The blades in the hands of the blade men swung wide and heavy, chopping without hesitation, but soon they found themselves at a disadvantage.
Because the Iron Blood Sect men seemed entirely unafraid of bleeding.
Duan Yun remembered when the Iron Blood Sect clashed with the Xuanxiong Gang, it was because they had too much blood and wanted to let some out, leading to the conflict.
The Iron Blood warriors, whether they had hair or not, had pointed heads that alone gave a fierce impression.
They not only didn’t fear bleeding; their blood was green, and they were very skilled at using it.
One of the Iron Blood warriors suddenly splattered the green blood from his shoulder, causing two blade men to fall to the ground, struggling blindly.
The battle began quickly and ended just as fast.
Soon, the Iron Blood Sect killed most of the blade men, capturing two fair-skinned ones as Star Fury, while the remaining blade men could only flee miserably.
These Red Feather Blade Men came from a sect called "Big Head Blade," and originally intended to showcase their skills in Qinghe City. Last night, some ordinary and confident blade men joked about how they would play around if they captured the Valkyrie at the Golden Palace, but they were obliterated on their journey.
One was even captured as Star Fury due to his pale skin.
The road was already so chaotic, who knew how disorderly Qinghe City had become.
Duan Yun and his group stretched their necks to watch the commotion, finding that these insane fighters put on quite a thrilling show, featuring a sort of technique-free beauty.
Just then, the Murong brothers suddenly appeared at the scene.
The Iron Blood Sect, calling themselves "Iron Blood warriors," with pointed heads, had just won a battle and were in a state of boiling blood.
It was when they were at their fiercest.
Yet, this is precisely when the Murong brothers showed up.
A few of the Iron Blood warriors looked at their butts, eyes turning red.
"What are you looking at?"
An Iron Blood warrior called out.
The Murong brothers lifted the pot of Hongshao pork without an owner, raising an eyebrow, saying: "Looking at this pot of pork, what’s it to you?"
Being a hero means defying taboos, and they had been eyeing that pot of pork for a long time.
Because they knew Ning Qing loved Hongshao pork the most.
When these words came out, the Iron Blood warriors were momentarily stunned.
Robbing Hongshao pork in front of them?
Whose subordinate is this brave?
"Wait, let him take it."
This time, one of the leaders of the Iron Blood Sect stopped his subordinates from causing more trouble.
Though victorious, some of their men were injured.
They had bled enough today.
And judging by the man’s behavior, he was either a master or a lunatic, not worth their bloodletting.
Thus, the Murong brothers, hair unchanged, carried the pot of Hongshao pork back for the heroes.
The people had died, and it would be a shame not to eat the Hongshao pork.
In the eyes of the Iron Blood warriors, this was just a small episode, little did they know they were already being targeted by a group of demons.
The leader of the demons, Old Demon Duan, quietly watched them, thinking their pointed heads were suitable for modification.
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At dusk, the sky was filled with red clouds.
Everything around was cloaked in a layer of crimson, appearing very vivid.
From a great distance, Duan Yun and his group saw a city.
A very busy city.
Previously along the way, the surroundings were desolate hills and wilds, but upon reaching here, there were many fields.
At this time, farmers still numbly busied themselves by the roadside, while there were many still building houses covered in grey by the city side.
Qinghe City had no walls; from here it appeared large but not attractive.
It wasn’t planned like Wangchun City, where the house and street styles were similar; it could be described as a hodgepodge.
The houses came in a variety of appearances, a large mansion next to a thatched house, some even just set up a grass hut, serving as a house.
Here, houses had white walls and black tiles with the style of Jiangnan, while over there, the houses were yellow-walled boxes, as if arriving in the Desert.
For a moment, Duan Yun thought, if this city were a person, it must be crazy.
Split more severely than Ziyu.
According to the introduction by Fan Gao, it was because there were many small and large factions in the city.
These factions came from all over, and many houses were newly built, bringing intense regional styles with them.
For example, near the outskirts of the city, a mansion stood with a fully red wooden tower, said to be the base of Red Tower Mountain.
It could be said that this was a big dye pot.
And the darkness and cruelty of the Martial World were demonstrated here more vividly.
Ordinary people here were just livestock.
And they estimated, it seemed there were more Martial World members than ordinary folks.
Indeed, this was quite an abnormal ecosystem, yet Duan Yun’s eyes lit up.
Because it meant many forces could be transformed, excuse me, it meant many heroic transformations could be made.
To a young hero like him, it was like a mouse falling into a rice jar, offering a vast space to play.
As it got darker, with people at the city’s edge still engrossed in building, Fan Gao introduced: "Nowadays, Qinghe City’s busiest must belong to the Grey Eagle Sect, as they have consecutively exterminated the Wood Stone Sect and Mixed Element Hand Sect. Thus, only they build houses quickly and well in the city."
At this moment, a disciple of the Grey Eagle Sect suddenly demonstrated a hand technique, palm wind like a grey eagle soaring, efficiently and accurately casting the mortar.
According to Fan Gao, the Grey Eagle Sect charged a high price for building houses and casting mortar, so much so they were making big money.
Duan Yun couldn’t have expected, in his previous life, the low value mud and brick workers could make great money here.
Fan Gao led them along the riverside.