Yang Xian stood not far outside the city. After seeing Zhou Qingyuan being thrown off the city wall, he turned around and left and returned to Bozhou City.

When he stood outside the city, he had already seen Liu Ping's thoughts clearly.

Such insidious and profound people have never been favored by Yang Xian. They wanted to teach him a lesson, but then they thought: "When this chaotic world, this person's ambition and ambition must be quite large. He plans are big and he acts naturally in moderation, and he dare not easily lose his reputation. As long as he cares about his reputation, the people under his rule will not suffer all kinds of suffering. On the contrary, it is a little better than under the Great Zhou rule. Otherwise, how can he win over the hearts of the people?"

"If there is no good reputation, who will join us?"

"I can't kill easily!"

After having such an idea, Yang Xian locked the enemy with murderous aura, gave Liu Ping a warning, and then left Wuhua City.

With Liu Ping here, there is no need for him to rescue Wuhuacheng.

"When the world is in chaos today and the heroes are rising, Liu Ping is considered the number one figure. He is probably indispensable among the heroes who will fight for the world in the future!"

However, the Great Zhou Dynasty was vast and there were a total of nineteen states. Although this city of Wuhua was large, it was just an inconspicuous small town among the nineteen states.

Although Liu Ping is powerful in his skills, Zhang Ping, Li Ping and Wang Ping are not without other prefectures.

Therefore, although Yang Xian didn't care much about Liu Pingji's sake.

But I don’t know that because I scared Liu Ping this time, Liu Ping was afraid of him for the rest of his life.

Yang Xian’s first priority now is to escort Xiao Qingyu to the Qingmu Cliff of the Demon Sect. Since this Wuhua City has no worries, it is more important to hurry up now.

After leaving Wuhua City, within half a day, Bozhou City was already in sight.

When the soldiers guarding the city saw him entering the city, they bent down to salute him to thank him for his great kindness in saving Bozhou City.

Although Yang Xian, the identity of a rioter who was wanted by the Great Zhou court, was known to the people of Bozhou City, the people still clearly distinguished between which one is better and which one is worse. What's more, even the city lord has run away, so who has the idle intention to make trouble for Yang Xian?

After entering the city lord's mansion, Xiao Qingyu had already received the news and jumped out, "Brother Xian, I thought you didn't care about me anymore!"

Yang Xian laughed: "I just went to do something, and now the matter is over. Let's continue on the road!"

Just as Xiao Qingyu smiled happily, Qiu Boran, Li Qingye and others who came out together walked to Yang Xian slowly, feeling quite uneasy.

Qiu Boran looked at Yang Xian and murmured: "Senior Yang, I didn't expect it was you!"

He said in shame: "Young people don't know your identity. If you are rude, I hope you won't be surprised!"

There are nine sects, thirteen sects and eighty-one sects in the world, and there are hundreds of schools of thought, only Confucianism is the only one.

What a great identity of the leader of the Confucian sect!

Back then, the ancestor of Confucianism preached the world and supported hundreds of schools of thought, and the whole world received his benefits. Even though Neo-Confucianism is now powerful and hidden learning cannot be hidden, the orthodox world is still in the hands of traditional Confucianism. People in the court may not recognize the orthodox world of hidden learning, but people in the martial arts world still regard traditional Confucianism as authentic.

As the descendants of the disciples and descendants of the third sects of the eighty-one sects, Qiu Boran and others usually encounter the nine sects and thirteen sects.

It would be fine if Qiu Boran and others didn’t know Yang Xian’s identity before. Since they knew about it, how dare they be arrogant?
Chapter completed!