I Am a Magic Sword

"Didn't you persuade them to change places in the past?"

"They don't listen to me...no way!"

"Then you killed them all?"

"These villains, living in this world, are simply wasting air!" Deng Yifei said righteously.

The warrior who asked Deng Yifei what he said, observing the expression on Deng Yifei's face, he did not see any guilt or regret, only firmness and perseverance could be seen.

It happened that such "firm persistence" made him take a breath!

This kind of person is terrible.

He tentatively asked: "Are you not afraid of the He family and Ai family coming to trouble you?"

"I will reason with them and explain to them why I want to kill He Qiyuan and Ai Jiaming!"

"Are you kidding? People will patiently listen to you explain? People will definitely seek revenge directly from you!"

"If they don't listen!" Deng Yifei said in a deep voice, "then prove that they are unreasonable, or they are also villains...the villains should be killed!"

When the warrior heard Deng Yifei's answer, his heart was inexplicably cold.

It is terrible!

In this world, how can such a warrior exist!

How can a warrior with this kind of knowledge live to this day?

"Farewell next!"

The last warrior left in a hurry.

Deng Yifei put the two bodies of He Qiyuan and Ai Jiaming side by side on the White Demon Cliff, then glanced at the village not far away, and did not stop.

He knew that the strength of the He family and the Ai family was definitely not something he could fight against. He didn't plan to go anymore when he first entered the city.

Deng Yifei found a direction at random and continued on.

He felt rather aimless, with only one goal in his mind.

This kind of state is very good for Chen Hao and for him.

Whether it is from the perspective of Deng Yifei's personal safety or from his state of mind, the less concerned, the safer.

The more you worry, the more distracting thoughts in your heart, the easier it is to breed demons.

Deng Yifei ran for more than 700 miles, feeling a little safe, then stopped and ate a few bites of dry food.

He rested for a while on a big rock beside the road, and saw a caravan approaching from a distance.

The caravan is very large, with more than 80 guards, more than 70 servants, and more than 70 carriages full of goods. Deng Yifei glanced at the caravan and found that many of the caravan's guards had gray heads and faces, all wounded and wrapped. Bandage with blood.

Deng Yifei was standing on the side of the road, while the caravan guards looked at him with some caution.

Deng Yifei understood this vigilance and was not angry.

Soon, Deng Yifei noticed that there was a powerful middle-aged warrior in the caravan.

He was about forty years old. He was a burly figure, short hair, a thick-backed knife slung around his waist, and a gray armor, making him extremely mighty.

Deng Yifei noticed the other party, and the other party also noticed Deng Yifei.

The other party walked directly to Deng Yifei, before getting close to him, he shouted: "Hello, I am the guardian Gao Zeming of the Xujia Chamber of Commerce in Floating Cloud City!"

"A martial artist, Deng Yifei!"

"Deng Yifei?" Before Gao Zeming spoke, an old man next to Gao Zeming repeated Deng Yifei's name, and then looked at him with scorching eyes, "Are you the Aurora Swordsman Deng Yifei?"

"It seems that some people call me sorrowful!" Deng Yifei laughed a little self-deprecatingly, "Do you know me too?"

"I didn't know him originally, but I heard about your name recently, and I heard that you are a..." The old man seriously considered the words, "I heard that you are a warrior with a sense of justice!"

"Well, indeed, I am indeed that kind of person!"

Deng Yifei nodded seriously, not modest at all.

Gao Zeming turned around and said to the old man: "Old Xu, this Aurora Swordsman is not easy, he should have a great strength!"

"Really?" The old man looked at Deng Yifei in surprise and hesitated to ask, "Your Excellency, this is the case. The goods our caravan transported this time are more expensive, but on the way, we were attacked several times. The situation is not so good, even Captain Gao was injured, so I want to ask if you are willing to **** our chamber of commerce back to Cloud City, and we will give you a satisfactory price!"

"Satisfactory price?" Deng Yifei frowned. He didn't know how much he should charge, so he asked, "Is there a lot of trouble along the way? Those bandits and robbers?"

"Maybe a lot!"

"Generally, how much commission do you charge for Breaching Heaven Realm Warriors? What do you think I should charge?"

The old man pondered for a long time and gave a price of conscience: "There may be many accidents on the road, we can produce one hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones!"

Deng Yifei was a little curious: "There are many accidents? Can you tell me why?"

"This...can't!"

"Let’s do this... If I can make one shot, I will charge you 10,000 less of the spirit stone commission. If the number of shots exceeds ten times, I don’t need the spirit stone... If the road is calm and there is nothing, I will charge you 100,000. Lingshi!"

The old man in charge of the caravan and Gao Ze, the captain of the guard, looked at each other.

It was the first time they encountered this kind of charging standard after they traveled north and south for so many years.

The more trouble you have, the less you will charge...

"Can you tell us why you charge so much?" the old man asked cautiously.

"I like to meet villains and kill villains. If I can meet villains, I will be happy. I am willing to shoot for free!"

"We...understood!" The caravan old man took a deep breath, his eyes full of respect, "Your name, Aurora Swordsman, is indeed well-deserved. Your Excellency is indeed evil!"

Deng Yifei just smiled and did not speak any more.

Soon, the Xujia Chamber of Commerce vacated a carriage for Deng Yifei and provided him with a servant.

Sitting on the thick velvet cushion on the carriage, the air is full of fragrance, and the carriage has little bumps.

Deng Yifei sat down cross-legged and began to enter the state of cultivation, recovering the true essence that was consumed during the day when he escaped.

At night, the entire caravan began to camp.

Deng Yifei's carriage was parked in the middle of the camp and was treated the same as the guard leader Gao Zeming and the old steward.

They just need others to help them prepare.

Before long, Deng Yifei could smell the food, and the servant assigned to him ran over and said, "Your Excellency, Mr. Xu said, please go down for dinner!"

"okay!"

Deng Yifei got out of the carriage and saw more than a dozen bonfires burning in the camp area. Many guards and servants gathered around the bonfire, talking quietly while eating.

The bonfire flushed their faces.

Not far away, Gao Zeming waved to Deng Yifei, motioning him to pass.

At the bonfire where Gao Zeming was, five people had been surrounded, Guanshi Xu, Gao Zeming, a young boy about thirteen years old with a tender face, and two other guards.