Han Muye had actually heard of Li Yungang, the leader of the Zhantian Palace. The other halls of the Xuanling Sword Sect all have the position of hall master. There are more than one or two hall masters, and they are also parallel to each other. There is no need to distinguish between high and low rankings.
Xuanling Sword Sect has never been a sect with orderly hierarchy and strict hierarchy. But the master of the Zhantian Palace has arranged a ranking.
According to what Shu Ming Jinxian said, Li Yungang, the Ivy Sword Immortal of the Zhantian Palace, spent a hundred thousand years to defeat all the palace masters of the Zhantian Palace and become the first.
The combat power of other people is also ranked based on the number of battles and defeats with Li Yungang, ranging from the second hall master to the ninth hall master.
"If you meet the Ivy Sword Immortal in the future, be sure not to fight with him."
"This guy's name of Ivy means that he can pester people to no end." Shu Ming Jinxian had originally told Han Muye.
In the way of spiritual practice, war and rest complement each other. But who wouldn't be annoyed when you meet a guy who keeps fighting with you every day and doesn't let you have a chance to clean up?
"Hey, did that guy Shu Ming tell you my name, Ivy League?" Seeing Han Muye pondering, Li Yungang glared and asked directly.
"Senior Qingteng is the leader of the Zhantian Palace. I am just a junior disciple of the Zhantian Palace. How dare I fight against the leader?" Han Muye shook his head and spoke softly.
He has too many secrets. He also didn't want to fight with a golden immortal who liked to stalk.
"What are you talking about, the leader and his disciples? Our Zhantian Palace doesn't have that many rules." Li Yungang waved his hand, and a sword light appeared in his palm.
The sword light was clear, and with one sweep of the sword, Zuo Baichou and others in the hall were swept out by the sword's edge. Then, the door of the main hall
It closes with a "snap" sound. Everyone looked at each other. This guy said something about being prudent before, is this it?
"When-" In the main hall, the sound of long swords clashing came.
"Good swordsmanship!" What came next was Li Yungang's strange cry with a long laugh. Afterwards, a golden fairy light shone outside the hall, and with the help of the power of the city protection formation, the light shield was lowered, blocking everyone's perception.
"Is the City Lord serious about it?" Xie Chaoyan said in a low voice with a strange look on his face.
"I don't know how the Lord of the City compares with the leader of the Zhantian Palace." Zuo Baichou whispered softly.
He shook his head, turned around and said, "Forget it, this kind of thing has nothing to do with us."
"The Lord of the City blocked the sword of Jinxian, the spirit sword, and kept our Yunlan City impregnable."
"I'm afraid that Yunlan City will become a holy land in Yunteng Wasteland in the future, so you all will be very busy." Busy. It's better to be busy.
Smiles appeared on everyone's faces. After today, Yunlan City will be truly accepted by all forces in the wasteland and will truly integrate into the lives of all immortal cultivators.
There will be countless immortal cultivators who will come to Yunlan City as their home. How wonderful it is to be able to help the city lord manage such a city and feel such a heavy responsibility on your shoulders?
In the main hall, Li Yungang, holding a long sword, looked solemn. In front of him, Han Muye had his hands behind his back, and a sword light was floating in front of him.
Controlling the sword with his mind can make Li Yungang, whose cultivation is suppressed in the Dongxu realm, unable to make a move. Li Yungang had only felt the momentum of such powerful men from the top five people in Zhantian Palace.
"The solidity of your sword intention is definitely not something that an unknown disciple can possess." Li Yugang shouted in a low voice while pointing the sword forward in his hand.
The sword light in his hand turned into a stream of cyan light, which flashed and stabbed Han Muye's neck. This sword was so fast that the trajectory was invisible. How measured was it like what he said before?
If Han Muye fails to respond in time, his life may be in danger. Who is the sword madman? Who is not stable enough?
The leader of Zhantian Palace is clearly a guy who says one thing and does another. But before the sword even reached a foot in front of Han Muye, Li Yungang's eyes froze and he had no choice but to swing his sword and slash across.
Because Han Muye, who was motionless with his hands behind his back, had already wielded the sword with his will, and struck him on the head with the sword. This guy who has become a disciple of Zhan Tian Temple has no respect for his superiors. He can draw a sword three points faster than his leader!
The key is that this kid still has his hands behind his back, obviously not using his full strength. How despising is this?
Who can bear this kind of contempt?
"When--" Li Yungang stepped out with a sword that flew over his head and chopped it down. But just as he moved, he paused again and his face tightened.
Beside him, the long sword gleamed with cold light and spun lightly, blocking his path.
"Are you able to defeat my swordsmanship, or is it the way to control space and time?" Li Yungang, with a solemn expression, knocked back the sword blocking his way, looked up at Han Muye, and asked in a low voice.
Han Muye didn't give him an answer at all. Just put your hands behind your back and remain silent. Too lazy to bother? If it were another powerful Golden Immortal, how could he have the nerve to stay here at this moment? He might not turn around and leave.
The Ivy Sword Immortal is different. He seemed to be used to being treated so coldly. His face twitched, Li Yungang raised his hand, and a nine-story sword tower appeared.
"Boy, I know you also have a sword tower in your hand. This thing is considered a rare treasure in our Xuanling Sword Sect."
"In this case, play a good game with me, and I can give you this sword tower." Nine-story sword tower. Han Muye already has four in his hands.
It's just that in order to hide his identity, he left one in the mortal world to suppress the luck of the road, and the other three have never been used.
The first time this tower was moved in the immortal world was under the rule of Daozong. That was when he felt that his worth was worthy of this sword tower, so he took action.
He also got a lot of information about the value of the sword tower from Shu Ming Jinxian's sword. The nine sword towers combined into one can indeed become a precious treasure or even some kind of token.
It's just that when the sword towers were scattered in various places and brought into the mortal world, they never thought about being able to be unified.
Over the years, the Nine Yuan Sword Tower has become more of a symbol of the Sword Sect. Many disciples of the Sword Sect practice sword formation and refine a sword tower to carry with them.
The rule in the mortal world that distinguishes the level of swordsmanship based on the level of the sword pavilion is also recognized by many people in the Xuanling Sword Sect in the fairy world.
Being able to control at least a nine-story sword pavilion means that one's cultivation is strong enough. Looking at the sword tower held in Li Yungang's hand, Han Muye nodded.
It's not easy to get a sword tower. What's more, Han Muye has already shown a sword tower. If he is not moved when faced with this sword tower today, then Li Yungang will doubt whether he has ulterior motives.
"First Ivy League, you'd better not suppress your cultivation." Han Muye's words made Li Yungang's face look as ugly as old tree bark.
People want face, trees want bark. A slap in the face, is this intentional?
"Don't worry, kid, I will never take advantage of you." After saying these words, he turned his palms over, put away the sword tower in his hand, and the sword light turned into a bright stream of light, and he pressed down on Han Muye.
This sword does not exceed the power of Dongxu Celestial Immortal. But the swordsmanship understanding revealed in this sword is definitely not something that Dongxu Celestial Immortal can grasp.
Within ten feet, the sword light tore through the void. Still saying one thing and doing another. I said I didn't take advantage, but when I made the move, I clearly took advantage of my cultivation level.
But Han Muye, who had his hands behind his back, just shook his head. Dongxu Sword Immortal? He has long looked down on the same level of swordsmanship.
From the moment he stepped into Yunteng Wasteland, he had only one name, Han Muye. Han Wudi. Invincible under the sword! Without moving his hands behind his back and using his mind to control the sword, Han Muye's green sword broke through Li Yungang's sword light with one strike.
"When--" The sword edge went straight three feet in front of Li Yungang, hovered for a moment, and then retreated with a shock.
The first three feet of the sword cultivator's body is the final bottom line of the sword cultivator's control. Li Yungang held the sword in his hand, his eyes twitched, and fighting spirit surged through his body.
But he didn't take action again. With the sword strike just now, Han Muye had given him face and spared his hand. Suppress the cultivation level and then take action, the result is still the same.
"Arrancar with a thread? This sword is interesting, but I still underestimate you." Li Yungang grunted, took a step back, and looked at Han Muye.
"Why, senior doesn't want to fight anymore?" Han Muye raised his eyes to look at him.
"Fight, of course." Li Yungang put away his long sword, smoothed his beard, and his figure disappeared in place, leaving only a faint sound.
"But I have to study it further. Your kid's methods are not too bad."
"I'm leaving, tomorrow, no, I'll come back the day after tomorrow." The city defense formation that could block the Golden Immortal could not block the leader of the Zhantian Palace.
There was only one explosion outside the hall, and the golden light shield had dispersed. gone. Han Muye shook his head. This Ivy Sword Immortal lives up to his name, but he also has a headache.
You have to be more careful when doing things by yourself in the future. Raising his hand to close the dispersed light curtain, Han Muye did not walk out of the hall, but sat cross-legged on a high seat.
Rays of sword light floated around him. I exchanged a few moves with Li Yungang and wrote them lightly, without any feelings.
But the previous confrontation with the Spiritual Sword Golden Immortal was a truly rare opportunity. Slowly closing his eyes, pictures flowed through his mind.
The clouds and waves gathered and scattered, the sword light tore the world apart, and the sword light scene of the Spiritual Sword Golden Immortal was shown again. The sword slowly decomposed, and every trace of the sword's light was solidified in his mind.
Han Muye's ghostly soul appeared, holding a long sword, and the sword shadows shattered the sword lights.
"Boom——" After three breaths, the picture in his mind exploded.
"After thirty-eight thousand swords, we are defeated." He whispered and closed his eyes again. Around him, the immortal energy and divine soul power gathered in the city defense formation began to gather.
As the lord of Yunlan City, he can gather the power of the immortal energy and soul of the city. This is an unimaginably huge power, a power that even the powerful Golden Immortal would covet.
This is the result of Han Muye's hard work over the years since he came to Yunteng Wasteland. There are only a few large cities in the entire wasteland that can accumulate such resources.
But no city is like Yunlan City, which can gather the power of a city into one. Feeling the surge of power flowing into his body, Han Mu's ambition had a hint of enlightenment.
Times make heroes. Heroes and the current situation are indispensable. He also relied on the general changes in the Yunteng Wasteland to gather the foundation of Yunlan City.
At another time, another place, and another person, such an opportunity would not have been possible. Now that the opportunity is in hand, seize it!
How can there be so many opportunities to practice in this world? Closing his eyes again, the sword light in Han Muye's mind reappeared.
His figure fell into it again, and the sword flew out.
"After forty-three thousand swords, we are defeated."
"Come again!"... Han Muye stayed in seclusion in the main hall for a whole month. This month, Li Yungang, the leader of Zhantian Palace, visited him ten times.
Every time, seeing that the battle in the main hall was motionless, he could only shake his head and leave. It's just a competition and there is no grudge, so how can you disturb others' retreat for no reason?
Every time, Li Yungang shook his head, stamped his feet, and left coldly. Zuo Baichou and the others didn't dare to mess with him, for fear of getting into trouble.
This month, there are more immortal cultivators in Yunlan City than in the previous year. Moreover, many are masters.
There are seven or eight people in Tianxian Cave. These people came for the strength of Yunlan Sword Immortal and the potential of Yunlan City.
Experts join, more immortal cultivators gather, and the strength of the entire Yunlan City increases. Of course, Zuo Baichou and the others were even busier.
Business is getting bigger.
"Boy, let me see what you gain from seclusion for a month!" When the door of Yunlan City's main hall opened, what Han Muye heard was Li Yungang's suppressed anger.
Then, a long sword went straight into the hall with a wanton sword light. The sword light shines with cyan fairy light, and you can see the shadows, which seem to attract the surrounding void and turn it into a space where people don't know whether it is real or fake.
Han Muye did not hold his hands behind his back this time. He raised his hand. No sword was drawn. Point directly with your finger. A three-inch sword edge emerged from his fingertips.
Three inches! The first three feet of sword cultivation are your own bottom line. But Han Muye actually waited for Li Yungang's sword to reach three inches before pressing it with one finger.
"Boom——" Li Yungang entered the hall quickly and retreated even faster. And, it seems, the posture is somewhat uncontrolled.
"Senior, I told you that you really don't need to suppress your cultivation." Han Muye's voice came out. Li Yungang, who fell outside the hall, showed a trace of redness on his face.
"Hmph, not bad. I can learn some tricks from the guy with the Spirit Sword."
"Boy, you have a good understanding."
"I'll come back in three days." Li Yungang flew away without giving Han Muye a chance to speak. Han Muye had a smile on his face.
Just now, he tried Li Yungang's sword. The effect is good. The Spiritual Sword Golden Immortal drew his sword in Immortal Burial City, and his sword traveled across countless miles, and the concentrated force lasted for a day.
The decomposition of power contained in such a sword gave Han Muye a great harvest. In one month, he went from being defeated after thirty thousand swords to finally winning after ten thousand swords.
Then he gathered his sword intention and condensed his own sword. Just now, Li Yungang suppressed his cultivation, and the same level of combat power was unable to fight back under this sword.
This sword is done. Looking at it this way, it's not bad to have a powerful swordsman from the Golden Immortal Realm try his hand.
Within a moment, Zuo Baichou, Zhao Chen and the others arrived at the main hall. They all saw the scene of Han Muye blasting Li Yungang out with a sword, so they didn't dare to come to the main hall until Li Yungang left.
"The city lord's swordsmanship is so powerful that he can even defeat the senior Golden Immortal." Xie Chaoyan bowed and whispered with joy.
Han Muye is a disciple of the Immortal Master and the leader of their Moluo clan. He is naturally happy to see that Han Muye is powerful.
"Yes, Brother Han, your swordsmanship is too good. That old man knocked Brother Zhulong to the ground with one sword strike." Zhao Chen also looked at Han Muye in surprise, with admiration on his face.
Chen Zhulong and Li Yungang had a fight? Yes, this Ivy Sword Immortal is someone who wants to try it out when he meets a master.
But Chen Zhulong would never be able to catch Li Yungang's sword. Thinking about it, he probably didn’t want to be entangled with this Ivy Sword Immortal.
Zuo Baichou and others reported various affairs in Yunlan City this month, and then presented a pile of jade slips.
In a big city with tens of millions of people, there are so many kinds of information accumulated in a month. Han Muye looked at the pile of jade slips but did not take them.
"You handle these matters." He waved his hand and looked at Zhang Zhenbiao, Zuo Baichou and others.
"I only deal with the threats posed by those powerful men to Yunlan City. As for the affairs in the city, you are responsible for it." A bitter look suddenly flashed across everyone's faces.
But there was clearly a smile in his eyes. This is Han Muye's trust in them. Among the forces in the world of cultivation, the division of labor has always been like this.
The strong person is responsible for practicing and settling down. Others take care of all the chores to ensure a safe environment for practice.
In Yunlan City at this time, Han Muye didn't need to interfere with the affairs of the city at all. He just needs to be invincible.
"City Lord, before Senior Qianzhen returned to Dongyuan City, he left this letter behind and said it was for you." Zhang Zhenbiao took out a letter.
Han Muye took it and saw that the message Zhao Pingyu had left for him was about exploring the senior formation together.
When Zhao Pingyu agreed to come to Yunlan City to set up the formation, it was because Han Muye promised him that he would accompany him to explore the ruins of his predecessor's formation.
Looking at the letter, Han Muye's expression changed.
"Okay, when I asked Senior Qianzhen to come to Yunlan City to set up a city defense formation, I promised him the terms, and now it's time to fulfill them."
"In this case, I will go to Dongyuan City tomorrow." By leaving Yunlan City, can I avoid Li Yungang's challenge?
Han Muye was about to leave Yunlan City. Zuo Baichou and others looked at each other and hurriedly reported some important matters at hand, and also asked those who were undecided.
After everyone had finished discussing things and left, Han Muye just pointed his fingertips and several golden runes flew out of the hall.
After a while, Qin Zhaoyuan, wearing a green robe, stepped into the hall. The Sixth Master of Thunder Thief has not fully recovered from his injuries, but his complexion is much better than before.
"City Lord, are you going to the Bitter Immortal Realm?" Qin Zhaoyuan bowed to Han Muye, a look of anticipation flashing across his face.
Han Muye nodded, and then said: "I am planning to go there, but there are still some things to do recently."
"You go to the Bitter Immortal Realm first. When I finish my work, I will look for you." He raised his head and looked outside the main hall. Chen Zhulong in a brocade robe had arrived.
"Haha, Chen has seen the invincible city lord. The city lord is so powerful that he can subdue the powerful Golden Immortal with one sword." Chen Zhulong spoke loudly with a smile on his face.
Han Muye would have believed what he said if he hadn't known that Chen Zhulong had the blood of Zhulong and was extremely powerful in combat.
"Senior Chen, I have been immersed in the business world for a long time, and sometimes I can even deceive myself." Han Muye looked at Chen Zhulong who walked into the hall and spoke softly.
As soon as he finished speaking, a golden aura exploded from his body. Above the main hall, lightning shines! Kui Niu bloodline!
The power of the city defense formation instantly covered the city lord's palace, isolating the inside and outside of the city lord's palace. The golden thunderhead pressed down on Chen Zhulong who was standing at the door of the hall.
Qin Zhaoyuan's face was full of surprise and he took a step back. Chen Zhulong's expression remained unchanged, and a mysterious aura rose up from his body, triggering a green-gray halo about ten feet away from his body, blocking the thunder.
But now that the power of thunder has fallen, it won't be that simple. Han Muye shouted low, and the thunder in the hall turned into a golden sword and slashed down.
"Boom -" The halo around Chen Zhulong was cut open, and the sword made of lightning struck towards his forehead.
The power of this sword is condensed and magnificent. Qin Zhaoyuan, who was standing aside, clenched his fists as the power of the Purple Sun Lion's blood surged from his body.
In his opinion, Han Muye clearly wanted to kill Chen Zhulong in front of him with one sword. Is it because Zhulong Trading Company sells creatures from the Bitter Immortal Realm?
"Good swordsmanship!" Chen Zhulong shouted, looked at the sword between his eyebrows, took a step back, and then a golden flame condensed between his eyes.
The fire of the candle dragon burns the sky with flames! The moment the flame rose, a golden-red bird poked its head out from behind Han Muye.
The flame turned into a short sword and collided with Han Muye's lightning sword.
"Stab it -" The sword light broke through the flames, advanced a little further, and suddenly dissipated as Chen Zhulong's expression changed.
Chen Zhulong clenched his fists and stared at Han Muye without speaking. The merchant aura on his body has dissipated, and his whole body is filled with the aura of a great beast that chooses people to devour.
This vast power made Qin Zhaoyuan on the side feel like he was afraid to look directly and the power of his blood was trembling.
"Qin Liuye's injury has not healed yet. Senior Chen should restrain himself." Han Muye waved his hand, and the shadow of Kui Niu behind him dispersed. The golden fire fell on his shoulder, staring at Chen Zhulong, with something in his smart eyes. Wisps of flames flashed.
Chen Zhulong looked at Jin Huo with a strange color in his eyes. His aura slowly dissipated.
"Senior Chen is right, my swordsmanship is stronger than the power of blood." Han Muye stood at the top and looked at Chen Zhulong.
Swordsmanship is swordsmanship. Although he minored in other subjects, he still practiced swordsmanship after all. Chen Zhulong nodded.
"The city lord's swordsmanship leads to the gods -" before he could finish his words, Han Muye suddenly said: "If I hand over all the transactions of creatures in the Bitter Immortal Realm to you in the city, what will you do?" The transaction of creatures in the Bitter Immortal Realm !
Chen Zhulong trembled all over, and the power that had been restrained suddenly burst out.
"Roar——" A low roar came out, and behind Chen Zhulong, a three-headed candle dragon appeared. This was a shock to the mind, and the power of the bloodline was not suppressed before it was revealed.
It can be seen how much Han Muye's words touched Chen Zhulong.
"Why?" Chen Zhulong stared into Han Muye's eyes and spoke in a low voice. Qin Zhaoyuan on the side also looked at Han Muye.
In the wasteland, this business is a way to make a lot of money. Most cities would never leave this business to anyone.
More forces control several trade routes themselves, and even organize people to participate in them. Now Han Muye is saying that he wants to give the city's trade in the creatures in the Bitter Immortal Realm to Chen Zhulong. What's the plan in this?
"The Bitter Immortal Realm is a place of suffering for both the human race and the demon race. They are already suffering, so why do they still fight each other?" Han Muye shook his head, his aura tightened, and his expression showed a hint of complexity.
He had been thinking about this matter since he came back from the Exchange Square. But he knew that with his own efforts, it would be a drop in the bucket for the creatures in the Bitter Immortal Realm.
He might be able to rescue all the creatures being sold in the city's trading square, but then what? Then, the number of caravans coming and going in Yunlan City was greatly reduced, and the business was moved to other places.
It's that simple. He, Han Muye, is invincible with the sword in his hand. But how many people can he save? Looking at Han Muye, the shadow of the candle dragon behind Chen Zhulong slowly dissipated.
After a moment of silence, he whispered: "I wonder what the city lord's requirements are for entrusting the business to me?" Although Han Muye just said a word, Chen Zhulong could already feel that he sincerely wanted to help the creatures in the Bitter Immortal Realm.
"The trading place has been moved outside the city. No blood or bones can be traded, only contracts can be signed." After a pause, Han Muye raised his hand, and a golden talisman appeared in his palm.
Immortal energy is poured into the talisman, and golden lines appear on it. The complexity of this pattern is dizzying.
Chen Zhulong and Qin Zhaoyuan both turned their attention to the runes and looked at them carefully.
"Soul, mark?" Chen Zhulong frowned and looked at Han Muye.
"Is this mark meant to enslave the demon clan and monster beasts?" It can be sensed from this mark that if this mark can be pressed into the soul of the demon clan, it can be tamed.
Is this a way to completely enslave the demon clan? Qin Zhaoyuan also had a strange look on his face, looking at Han Muye without saying anything.
Using such a method, is it to help the demon clan or to destroy the demon clan?
"As far as I know, among the thirty-six states of Fuyuxian Realm, the two states occupied by Bitter Immortal Realm are not rich, and the power of the Immortal Demon King is not strong enough to compete with other sects."
"But the demon clan has not been eliminated, and it has even become a trouble for the major sects. It seems a bit unreasonable?" Han Muye said softly.
A glint flashed in Chen Zhulong's eyes, but he did not answer his words.
"Actually, the biggest threat to the demon clan in the Buxian Domain has never been the Iron Armored War Sect with the most borders, nor is it the Tianyao Sect with the blood of the demon clan." Han Muye turned to Chen Zhulong: "It is not the sword cultivator. "
"The Dao Sect uses the blood of demons to refine elixirs and weapons, and the Blood War Sect uses the demons to hone themselves and kill countless people."
"The real enemies of the Bitter Immortal Realm are them, right?" The golden fire poked his head out from behind Han Muye, exuding a faint halo of flames.
The firebird seemed to understand Han Muye's words, but seemed to understand nothing else. Chen Zhulong's eyes flashed with divine light as he looked at Jin Huo and then at Han Muye.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan, shouldn't you say that the real enemies in the Bitter Immortal Realm are the great demon kings?"
"These big demon kings are constantly fighting, which is what really makes the demon creatures live in peace." This time the Buxian Realm was in turmoil, it was the two big demon kings who were fighting, causing chaos among all parties.
Han Muye shook his head: "This is the nature of the demon race, and it is just a means of survival through natural selection."
"What we can do is try to keep as many lives alive as possible." Han Muye's words made the hall silent again.
Qin Zhaoyuan and Chen Zhulong, all three of them have the power of demon blood. They are close to the demon clan.
But the demon tribe in the Bitter Immortal Realm is in such a difficult situation that with their strength, there is simply nothing they can do. Even Zhulong Trading Company and Yunlan City rely on this business to make a fortune.
"Can you guarantee that this talisman will not become the source of disaster for the demon clan?" Chen Zhulong looked at the golden talisman again and spoke in a low voice.
He was moved. If there could be a contract talisman to bind the human race and the demon beasts, the casualties of the demon race would be much less.
As Han Muye said, those who really hurt the demon clan and monster beasts are those from the Dao Sect and the Blood War Sect. If living monsters are more effective than dead monsters, then those monsters will have a greater chance of survival.
"This talisman is the transformation of the divine soul mark, and it requires the consent of both parties to the contract."
"Although this talisman is dominated by one party, the power and soul of the two parties have been intertwined for a long time. If one party dies, the other party will also be injured." Han Muye raised his hand and touched the talisman to analyze the runes.
The combination of the divine soul and the physical bloodline triggers the combination of demon power and human power. The role of the demon clan is no longer as materials for refining elixirs and weapons, but as true partners, contractors who can rely on each other for life and death.
The talisman is actually not that complicated. Han Muye also developed this contract talisman by learning from many talismans in the mortal world, plus his own understanding of the power of blood and soul.
During the process of researching this talisman, he was also impressed by the imprinting method of the huge group of golden ants that are connected by soul.
"Buzz——" A rune appeared in front of Chen Zhulong. He raised his hand to hold the talisman he drew and closed his eyes slightly.
The surge of power coming from the talisman was no different from what Han Muye said. Perhaps, if this talisman spreads out, it can find a chance for the demon clan in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm to gain more chances of survival?
"Okay, I promise you." Chen Zhulong's body surged with power far beyond the realm of immortals. It wasn't until this moment that he revealed his true strength.
It’s not about showing off and threatening, it’s about being honest. Qin Zhaoyuan's eyes flashed and he lowered his head slightly.
The cultivation strength of this great shopkeeper of Zhulong Trading Company has surpassed his perception. The powerful golden immortal.
The most elite cultivator in the immortal world is wandering around in the wasteland, hanging out with young monks.
"As long as Yunlan City can continue to provide shelter for the demon clan, I am Zhulong Trading Company, and I am Chen Zhulong," Chen Zhulong was silent for a moment and said solemnly: "Tianyao Clan and Bitter Immortal Domain Tenglong Territory will all form allies with you." Chen Zhulong's words Qin Zhaoyuan, who knew the Buxian Realm and all the forces well, widened his eyes.
Zhulong Trading Company was fine with it, but Tianyao Sect was the dominant sect in the Yuxian Realm, and the Tenglong Territory was a force that could compete with the Immortal Demon King in the Bitter Immortal Realm.
Chen Zhulong can actually represent so many big forces and directly form an alliance with Yunlan City! Looking at Chen Zhulong, Qin Zhaoyuan couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
The Thunder Thief has been roaming the Bitter Immortal Realm for countless years, but he doesn't know the intricate connections behind Zhulong Trading Company. It seems that there are more secrets in the Bitter Immortal Realm that they don't know.
The thieves were defeated unjustly.
"Don't worry, as a sword cultivator, I won't regret my words." Han Muye looked calm and spoke loudly. A word is like a sword, and there is no regret when the sword is drawn.
Chen Zhulong had a smile on his face.
"Master Qin Liu, when you go to the Buxian Realm, you can go with Zhulong Trading Company." Han Muye looked at Qin Zhaoyuan and said.
Qin Zhaoyuan bowed his hand towards Chen Zhulong. Chen Zhulong looked at him and said: "This matter is not difficult." After the matter was finalized, the two people walked out of the hall. Seeing the door of the hall behind them closed, Chen Zhulong said, "Do you want to rescue the other Thunder Thieves?" Qin Zhaoyuan nodded and said: " Brothers and sisters, we can't give up." Chen Zhulong didn't speak again. He took a few steps forward and suddenly stopped: "The city lord is going too?" Qin Zhaoyuan did not answer.
But no answer is needed.
"Sword Immortal Yunlan is really a person." Chen Zhulong whispered, moved, and stepped out of the city lord's mansion.
Qin Zhaoyuan looked back at the main hall and walked out.
"Good boy, are you trying to get rid of me?" Li Yungang, who was holding a wine glass in a restaurant in the distance, snorted coldly, took out a big wine gourd and threw it on the table.
"Fill this gourd for me, I'm going on a long trip." After hearing his words, the shopkeeper stretched out his hand to catch the gourd and said with a grimace: "Old Ancestor, your gourd is full, this city is full of people." It’s not enough to put all the wine in..."...Outside Dongyuan City, in front of Dongyuan Mountain, Han Muye, dressed in a green robe and carrying two swords on his back, stood in front of the thatched pavilion.
Zhao Pingyu, wearing a Bagua Taoist robe, was smiling.
"Yunlan Sword Immortal, you really believe in people." Han Muye held up his hands, nodded and said: "Senior Qianzhen, are we leaving now?" After hearing his words, Zhao Pingyu shook his head and said softly: "No hurry, let me take this first Dongyuan Mountain moved together." Comprehensive Comprehension Level: Sixty Years of Observing Swords at the Sword Pavilion
