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When Li Dao opened his eyes once again, he was already in the forest.

The cries of the birds and the mournful cries of the autumn cicadas made the forest seem even more serene.

Looking around, Li Dao knew that he had transmigrated.

He still remembered in the world of battle, after killing a few R's, he brandished the longsword in his hand and a small crack in space appeared. He did not hesitate to step in, and then he appeared here.

"I wonder what kind of world this is, don't disappoint me!"

Li Dao mumbled to himself as he held onto his longsword. He yearned to reach beyond the mortal world's strength. If it was still similar to the Fighting World, then he would truly be a b * stard.

Observing the woods, Li Dao found a small path.

The side of the road was overgrown with weeds. One look was enough to tell that not many people were leaving.

The most important thing for him to do now was to find out some basic information about the world, so that he could plan his future path.

As time passed, the joy on Li Dao's face became denser and denser. He discovered that this was an ancient world.

And the ancient era often represented the existence of martial arts and immortal arts.

As the sun waned, Li Dao walked out of the forest. He turned around and saw a mountain range behind him. No wonder he took so long to walk out.

In the distance, there was smoke rising in spirals. Low, low, and low thatched huts were scattered about. It was a scene of a paradise.

Lowering his head to look at his trench coat, he realized that it did not match the clothes of this era.

But now, they could only bite the bullet and go all out. They hoped that this world wasn't too abnormal and that some peerless masters were hiding in some small village.

Li Dao was obviously overthinking things. As soon as he walked into the village, he realized that this was an ordinary ancient village.

People in the village had also discovered Li Dao, a strange foreigner.

He held the sword of a martial artist in his hand. Although the clothes he wore were magnificent, they were out of the ordinary.

The villagers saw Li Dao and felt fear in their hearts. This was mainly because Li Dao was carrying a sword in his hand, while the clothes he was wearing clearly showed that he was not a commoner.

The villagers looked at Li Dao strangely, but no one came forward to talk to him.

Li Dao didn't mind. He saw an old man in his fifties holding a long sword and moving towards him.

The villagers were startled when they saw Li Dao's actions, but they immediately calmed down.

"Old sir, this one greets you."

Li Dao stepped forward to intercept the old man, bowed and said.

"Young Master does not need to be courteous, this old man cannot afford it." The old man hurriedly extended his hand to support Li Dao.

A pair of hands covered in calluses helped Li Dao up. The old man's strength was not small.

Only after getting up did Li Dao have the time to take a good look at this old man.

It wouldn't be appropriate to call him an old man because he was only in his fifties. He couldn't be considered old in the future.

However, in this era, the productivity was low and the lives of the commoners were generally not good. Thus, people in their fifties were the oldest in the village.

Hearing the old man speak, Li Dao could roughly determine his location.

The old man spoke in the northern part of Shaanxi, and he needed to listen carefully in order to understand what he was saying.

"May I know where Young Master is from? What business do you have here?" Seeing that Li Dao didn't have the arrogance of a rich young master, the old man let go of his restraints.

"Old sir, may I ask where we are?" "I was running all the way here, but I got lost and came here. I hope old sir can answer my questions."

Although he was not used to it, but since he had arrived in the ancient times, he had to follow the customs of the country.

"This is the foot of the mountain. Our village is called Hidden Dragon Village." The old man answered Li Dao's question.

"End South Mountain, End South Mountain!" Li Daoyi muttered to himself. In that moment, he thought of many things.

Seeing Li Dao fall into a daze, the old man could not help but call out, "Young Master, Young Master?"

"Is there a True Sect above South Mountain?" Li Dao asked anxiously.

The old man nodded, confused by the young master's sudden agitation.