It means Jiuxiaoxu long sword

In Yuzu's territory, Yujian can be described as extremely rampant, but that person is Lord Qingli.

"Master Qingli, are you also interested in cultivating those people?"

Feng Qingli Yujian flew in the air, surrounded by a few cubs whose fur hadn't even grown.

They were not flying fast, so Feng Qingli could only slow down and stay by their side.I don't know if it was because Feng Qingli had talked to them, they became more courageous and dared to chat with each other.

In the past, Feng Qingli lived in seclusion and did not appear in front of the monsters many times.

Except for that bloodbath in the secret realm, these little demons seem to have never heard of the legend about Feng Qingli.

It seems that Lord Qingli is not as scary as the rumors say.

Feng Qingli's robe fluttered, and her long hair fluttered.

If you look closely, there seems to be a touch of green in the hair.

"Yeah, I'm quite interested in those people's cultivation."

"No wonder Master Qingli is so young but so mature."

Feng Qingli's expression froze, and another little demon said, "I heard that those human monks like to control swords very much, and they know how to control swords. They are very powerful!"

"Hmph, no matter how powerful they are, are they as powerful as Master Qingli? Master Qingli has not even finished changing his fluff, and he is already a foundation-building demon cultivator."

Feng Qingli: "..."

However, these little monsters were indeed right.

If you don't count the time she spent in the mountain stream, Feng Qingli is just a [-]-year-old ostrich cub.

20 years old ...

Feng Qingli thought, when she was a human in her 20s, she was still called a little girl.

"You fight every day and refuse to practice. If you are like me, why worry about your low cultivation level?"

A little demon tilted his head: "But even if we don't practice, our cultivation will increase. We can live so long, why do we have to practice every day?"

Because we are different.

Feng Qingli didn't answer them, and the city wall of Fengming City had faintly appeared in front of them.

There are no guards in Fengming City, but there are Yuanying Yaoxiu sitting in the city.

The person on duty in recent years was Feng Changkong who brought Feng Qingli back to the Yu Clan.

Feng Changkong is the youngest Nascent Soul demon cultivator in the entire Yu clan, and there are many demons who are several times worse than other fellow cultivators.

So, even though this errand to sit in Fengming City came in rotation, every time it was Feng Changkong who became the seed of resentment.

As for Feng Changkong, perhaps that hug touched a certain nerve in him back then, and he has been taking care of Feng Qingli so well all these years.

Whatever is fun and novel, I want to send it to her, whether Feng Qingli needs it or not, or wants it or not.

"It's here. You don't dare to come by yourself. It must be something the elders of the clan have prescribed for you." Feng Qingli put away the ordinary spirit sword and told them: "You go wander around on your own, you don't have to follow By my side. It’s just that you must gather in front of the city gate before sunset, and I will take you back.”

In this way, they won't be punished for going out?
A few little monsters cheered and jumped away.

Feng Qingli watched their backs disappear on both sides of the street, and then slowly took a step.

In fact, even she herself didn't know why she changed her decision to come to Fengming City.

During these years as a demon, she was actually very free. It was she who sealed herself in that bleak palace.

Fengming City is very large, but it is not as prosperous as the fairy city of the human race, and the streets are even more spacious.

Because not all monsters like to transform themselves into human forms, there are also demon clans that have turned into their original forms everywhere on the street, and most of them are of the Yu clan.

With the flow of people, Feng Qingli easily found the so-called new human monk that Feng Changkong said.

Among the monster clan, most of the monster cultivators have lived in their own clan for a long time and have never gone out, so the human race monks are a very novel race for them.

Feng Qingli just stood on the outer circle and took a look, and knew what these people were here for.

Demon cultivators are not like human cultivators, and they don't like those magic pills. There are very few demon cultivators who practice these.

But demon cultivators will inevitably need to use these in their daily practice, and the seven states of the human race are far away from here, and little demons with low cultivation levels cannot cross that sea.

Therefore, some people discovered the business opportunity.

In the traditional impression of Renxiu, the bloodthirsty nature of the monster race is very terrifying, but in the eyes of the monster race, why is Renxiu not like this.

Driven by profit, the business route between the human race and the monster race was finally opened up by the predecessors.

But the price of these pill formations...

Feng Qingli frowned slightly when she heard the yelling of the human monk.

An ordinary rejuvenation pill costs one hundred spirit stones, and within the seven states, one hundred spirit stones can be bought for a bottle, okay?

It's a pity that those demon cultivators didn't know the price, even if they thought it was a bit expensive, they still gritted their teeth and bought it.

As long as Feng Qingli waited and watched, they already made a lot of money.

Not interesting.

Feng Qingli turned on her toes, and turned aimlessly around the city.

Feng Qingli has lived in the clan's land for a long time, and not many people in the Yu clan know her. The only ones who remember her face are those Nascent Soul Yaoxiu and the little demons who live near her residence.

"This fellow Daoist."

Fellow?

It's been a long time since I've heard someone call me that.

Feng Qingli turned around, and saw a handsome young man standing behind her, with a spirit animal bag on his waist, and a sky blue headband tied in his hair.

"you are?"

"Just now I saw a fellow daoist coming with a sword, and I guess that fellow daoist should also be a human cultivator, so I boldly stepped forward to talk to him." The young man bowed slightly, "He is a disciple of the Spirit Beast Pavilion in Xialin Qianlou."

Feng Qingli glanced at him, said "oh", then turned and left.

Lin Qianlou was taken aback.

It stands to reason that normal people shouldn't ask others why they stopped themselves at this time?
Why doesn't this nun play cards according to common sense.

"Fellow Daoist stay!"

Lin Qianlou hurriedly chased after him: "I wonder if I can delay fellow daoist for a while, I'm..."

"No." Feng Qingli was stopped again, still unhappy in her heart, "If you have anything to say, talk to others, I will leave here in a hurry."

"Fellow Daoist just arrived, why are you leaving? I won't delay too long, you—"

"brush--"

Looking at the strand of hair blown down by the wind in front of his eyes, Lin Qianlou finally shut up.

"I'm impatient, I don't have time, I don't want to listen." Feng Qingli withdrew her long sword coldly, "Trouble me again, be careful I'll kill you."

"You female cultivator, why are you so ignorant of what's good or bad? Our junior brother told you well, why did you do it directly?"

During the tug-of-war, Xiu, who sells pill formations, also came here, and came up to deal with Feng Qingli.

"I've already stated that I don't want to, but your junior brother still continues to pester me." Feng Qingli sneered, "Why, your Spirit Beast Pavilion is superior to others, no matter what you say or do, I have to go along with it?"