Fantasy: My Skills Can Be Upgraded Infinitely

 Shortly after Jiang Heng and his two men landed in Ulan City.

 Two more figures flew quietly from the air and landed outside Ulan City.

 They are both great elders of the Holy Land, one is named Wu and the other is named Lu.

"These two little guys are quite leisurely. They don't seem to be worried at all about the last attack. Maybe our guess is wrong. The target of the other party is not the two of them."

The elder named Wu couldn’t help but smile.

“Anyway, it’s just a test. If there is progress, it will be good. If there is no progress, we will continue to investigate in the previous direction.”

Elder Lu looked in the direction of Ulan City from a distance and said.

Elder Wu shook his head slightly and said, "It has been less than a day since the Holy Lady and Elder Li left the Holy Land, and the two Nirvana Realm powerhouses accurately intercepted them. This shows that they must be well-informed and must be a deeply hidden organization."

“There is no reason for such a powerful organization to expose itself to us just to kill two little guys.”

"By the way, haven't we found some clues recently? The leader of the Shura Sect and an elder died of being possessed. Obviously there is something abnormal. Have you found out now?"

 Elder Lu shook his head: "There is no result yet."

 …

 Inside Ulan City.

Jiang Heng and Wen Qingxue were wandering around, as if they were sightseeing.

 In the afternoon, the two of them came to an inn, ordered a large table of delicious food, and ate leisurely.

The two of them were sitting by the window on the second floor. If they turned their eyes slightly away, they could see the street view below.

At this time, there was a richly dressed young man walking in the middle of the street, followed by eight burly men with fierce aura.

The group of people occupied most of the ten-meter-wide road, but no one dared to complain. Instead, they all hurriedly got out of the way.

There was very low discussion from the table behind Jiang Heng.

“It’s Xintai, this little beast again. He has no talent and cannot enter the sect, so he can only act arrogantly in the world.”

“Who made his father the king of Qingzhou! In the entire Qingzhou, except for the disciples of the sect, who dares to offend him?”

"Hey! Don't tell me, the status of the King of Qingzhou is not far different from that of the head of a sect. He is also a subordinate of the Holy Underground. Ordinary sect disciples would not dare to provoke him for no reason."

“His mother is said to be the most beloved concubine of King Qingzhou. I heard that none of his brothers were willing to offend him.”

At this time, there was a noise from below.

 Jiang Heng turned around and looked.

I saw the young man named Xin Tai standing in front of a young girl in a green skirt. His posture was frivolous and he occasionally moved his hands and feet, causing the girl to dodge left and right.

Ke Xintai's eight guards surrounded the two of them in a small circle, making it impossible for them to escape.

Pedestrians around him kept their distance for fear of getting into trouble.

 “Beauty, don’t hide!”

"You should know my identity. Follow me and I will ensure that you will be well-fed and well-fed for the rest of your life."

As Xintai spoke, he reached out and put his hand around the waist of the girl in the green skirt.

The girl in the green skirt looked frightened and angry. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore. She raised her hand and slapped Xintai on the chest.

However, Xin Tai grabbed his wrist casually, and then pulled him into his arms with force.

With the warm fragrant nephrite in her arms, Xintai smiled more and more wantonly, and even reached out to touch the girl's skirt on the street.

At the inn window, Jiang Heng frowned and was about to take action when he saw Wen Qingxue taking action first.

She raised her hand and tapped her index finger lightly.

A small but sharp sword energy flew out of the air, and in the blink of an eye it penetrated into the back of Xintai's head, and then penetrated out from his forehead, bringing up a cloud of blood.

 “Bang!”

Xintai weakly let go and fell to the ground.

 “Your Highness!”

 Eight guards were shocked at the same time.

 Two of them quickly rushed to Xintai's side to check his condition.

 The other six people immediately turned their heads and looked towards the direction where the sword energy was coming from.

"ah!"

 Seeing the blood flowing out of Xintai's forehead, the girl in the green skirt screamed in horror.

 On the second floor of the inn, many people looked at Wen Qingxue in horror.

 They could be regarded as witnessing the whole process of Wen Qingxue's sword-qi killing.

 After all, Wen Qingxue's beautiful appearance has already attracted the attention of many people in the inn. However, no one dared to disturb them when they saw the two of them carrying long swords and looking elegant.

 But occasionally he would cast a casual glance.

 Because of this, many people saw the process of Wen Qingxue raising her finger to kill someone.

On the one hand, he was shocked that she had strength above the innate realm at such a young age.

On the other hand, killing the son of King Qingzhou in Ulan City was an earth-shattering event. No matter who it was, there would be no good end.

"who is it?!"

 The six guards below shouted in shock.

 At the same time, he looked at the window on the second floor of the inn.

They also caught the fleeting trajectory of the sword energy from the corner of their eyes, and they could naturally tell that it was cut from a high place.

 Many people around him also looked towards the second floor of the inn.

I saw a handsome young man and a beautiful girl, sitting at the window with indifferent expressions, facing the shocked eyes of everyone, looking at Xintai's body below.

 “He is Xin Zhigang’s son, right?”

Jiang Heng’s indifferent voice echoed throughout the audience.

Everyone was stunned.

“Xin Zhigang? Who is that? The name seems familiar.”

 “Idiot! That’s the name of the King of Qingzhou!”

"Who is this young man? He killed the son of the King of Qingzhou and still dared to call the King of Qingzhou by his name. Is he really of extraordinary origin, or is he a newborn calf not afraid of tigers?"

One of the middle-aged men, who looked like the leader of the guard, whispered a few words to another guard, and the guard quickly ran away.

The leader of the guard took a step forward with an ugly face: "Who are you? Do you know who you killed?"

“You have no right to know who I am, let Xin Zhigang come over and tell me!”

Jiang Heng looked down at the other person from a high position, his eyes were arrogant and indifferent.

The guard leader's face became more and more gloomy, but he did not directly attack Jiang Heng and the other two.

Judging from the sword energy that slashed through the air, the opponent was at least a strong man above the innate realm, far beyond what they, the bodyguards, could contend with.

The girl in the green skirt tried to take the opportunity to escape, but was forced to stay by the guards. She had to stand there and cry.

 The field fell silent for a moment.

Not long after, an angry voice came from afar.

 “Who is it? Dare to kill my son!”

Soon, a group of people arrived not far from the scene.

The first person was a middle-aged man who was as tall as an iron tower. He was Xin Zhigang, the king of Qingzhou.

 When he arrived at the scene, he immediately saw Xintai’s body lying on the ground, and he suddenly felt furious.

 He followed everyone's gaze and looked at the window on the second floor of the inn.

 The moment he saw Jiang Heng's familiar face, Xin Zhigang was suddenly shocked.

 But immediately, anger welled up in his heart again.

 What about the disciples of the sect? What about a peerless genius?

 Killing my son, although you cannot pay with your life, you will still have to pay some price!

 “My son!”

At this time, a plump and beautiful woman howled miserably, rushed to Xintai's body in a few steps, lay on her body and cried.