Legend of Sword King

0As the most important military fort at the northwest border of the Western Lion Empire, the Spirit Martial County's city wall was almost 100 feet tall, which was completely incomparable to the Liu Li City. In front of this city that could accommodate millions of people, the Liu Li City was like a child that had not grown up yet.    1

    

Cheng Qing stopped in front of the city gate and raised his head to look at the tall tower that pierced through the clouds. For a moment, he felt somewhat regretful. In his previous life, Spirit Martial County was one of the most important places in the Western Lion Empire.    

    

The Xiliang Empire was suffering from internal and external troubles. The northwest used the Yumen Pass to confront the Hu people outside the city. The war had lasted for many years. In his previous life, the reason he was able to become a King shoulder by shoulder was because he once led a Western Cold Army to defeat the Hu people who had invaded the Spirit Martial County to gather a million soldiers and horses.    

    

There were many memories of Cheng Qing in Spirit Martial County. But now, Cheng Qing didn't want to touch these memories. He just wanted to kill his enemy and then leave.    

    

At that time, Cheng Qing was in the lesser celestial stage, the number one expert in the Western Lion Empire. In order to kill him, the Emperor of Western Lion had gathered many experts, including one in the lesser celestial stage, seven to eight people in the higher realm, and more than twenty people in the lower realm.    

    

However, at that time, Cheng Qing had a high position in the sect, and there were many people who came into contact with him every day. Other people might recognize him, but he did not know other people. Now, he had to first find the other party in the Spirit Martial City.    

    

After Cheng Qing entered the city, he followed the route he remembered and walked through the streets and alleys, finally arriving at Chicken's Cry Street on the east side of the city. There was also the biggest black market in Spirit Martial County. It was a place where fish and dragons mixed together, and there were all sorts of people, so it was the place with the most information.    

    

It was already late in the morning, and the sun was about to set. Chicken crowing street was bustling with activity. Chen Qing walked expressionlessly through the crowd, heading towards the tavern he remembered.    

    

There were all kinds of shops on both sides of the street, and all kinds of people were inside and outside the shops. They looked lazy, but they were actually looking around vigilantly. When they saw Cheng Qing, this young and outrageously handsome face, many of them revealed expressions as if they were looking at prey.    

    

Cock Street was a black market street, so there was never a lack of wicked people. Here, they were either hunters or prey, and there was only one exception, and that was the strong.    

    

Cheng Qing turned a blind eye to all kinds of looks. No matter what these people thought, as long as they didn't get in his way, he wouldn't mind. If someone dared to provoke him, he wouldn't mind establishing his might.    

    

Raising his head, he saw a drinking move with a white background and a green border. On it were three big words: "small pavilion". That wine move had already been in place for quite some time, and was rather slovenly. The edges had already been split, and the words within were abnormally clear despite having experienced many trials and tribulations.    

    

For a moment, Cheng Qing was lost in thought. He remembered that when he came here in his previous life, this drinking move looked exactly like this. At that time, he was already in the imperial court.    

    

As he walked into the tavern, he found it extremely spacious. There were more than ten tables placed inside. The counter was also very long, and behind it there were a few well-dressed, enchanting women, who did not even seem to be twenty years old, but one of them was extremely beautiful, with delicate skin that could be easily broken.    

    

Cheng Qing retrieved a gold ingot and tossed it over. "A small pavilion, please."    

    

When the wine ladies saw Cheng Qing, their eyes all lit up, but when they heard his words, they were stunned. The wine lady in the middle, who seemed slightly older and had the charm of a mature woman, covered her mouth and smiled tenderly, "That little pavilion is a wine move, not a wine name. Could it be that this guest is going to eat that wine move?"