He was a giant in the demonic way in the past, but now he is a spiritual wizard and has countless sect disciples.
Today's imperial capital may be the first time since the founding of the Tang Dynasty that so many figures in the spiritual world have gathered together.
However, the strange thing is that at this moment, Mingyue Bridge and even the entire city seem strangely quiet, as if it is heavy before the storm is coming.
Under everyone's gaze, Wei Boyang stood there quietly, closing his eyes slightly, holding his hands behind his back, and the small dark red sword danced on his fingertips.
Not far behind him, a dozen people with the same clothes stood there quietly. They were all Qingcheng Mountain disciples who had followed Wei Boyang down the mountain to practice.
In addition, there was an old man standing at the front. His clothes were shabby, his face was gray, and he had no emotion at all.
There is a unique inheritance method in Qingcheng Mountain. Every valued disciple will get a sect preacher.
This kind of preacher is often an old man whose sect is hopeless. He has no desire and no heart. In addition to teaching the selected disciples to practice, he does everything else. Even if there is a peer dispute and the disciple dies in front of him, he will not take action in advance. At most, he will Afterwards, the other people's heads were taken back to Qingcheng Mountain.
And this unknown old man is the preacher of Wei Boyang in Qingcheng Mountain and the Jian Lao, one of the seven elders in Qingcheng.
A young disciple whispered: "Ancestor, are you sure to win this competition?"
The old man said in an extremely hoarse voice: "Shen Yu will die if his mind wanders."
Hearing this, everyone was relieved at the same time.
Another disciple rolled his eyes and said, "What's there to be afraid of? Senior Brother Boyang has already set foot on the Upper Three Realms, just to cultivate the Divine Movement Realm to the extreme and comprehend the illusory Nine Realms, so Only then did he suppress his aura of breaking through the realm, otherwise he would have entered the world of peak practitioners long ago, and no matter how powerful Shen Yu is, he is only in the Dongzhen realm, so he won't win."
The man who asked the question earlier smiled, as if he agreed with this.
"Hmph, an old fool and a few young fools."
A faint disdainful voice sounded at this moment.
When the Qingcheng Mountain disciples heard this, they all glared in anger.
There were several people gathered around the bridge, and Mr. Fang was sitting on a chair beside him, looking at the horizon, as if he was not the one who made the sound just now.
Fang Wen stood behind the old man, covering his face silently, thinking, why are you angry with the juniors?
"Grandpa, there are many forces in the imperial capital this time. After all, your status is precious. Isn't it appropriate to be so public...?"
Fang Wen asked, not wanting to make the atmosphere too awkward.
Old Duke Fang rolled his eyes and said calmly: "Idiot, do you really think I am acting on my own initiative? Now that Dao Zong is competing with the Qingcheng Mountain disciples, they are in the imperial capital after all. What will happen if the court ignores me? I am an old man. His immortal status can hold his own, and he can even be vaguely regarded as the host. Otherwise, why do you think His Majesty would be here today?"
Fang Wen had a strange look on his face and said resentfully that you are not me, you are obviously grandpa.
Old Duke Fang sighed and said earnestly: "These things can be understood by thinking carefully with your brain. In the future, you should have a better memory and learn from others Shen Yu. Don't be careless if you have nothing to do. Others will easily listen to you."
Fang Wen sighed and said, "I know, Grandpa, but the voice you just made is probably heard clearly enough by now as long as a practitioner with good cultivation level."
His eyes drifted to several disciples in Qingcheng Mountain not far away, and his meaning was very clear.
Old Duke Fang waved his hand, and then said nonchalantly: "It's okay. If there is an unsighted person in the city who dares to act recklessly, I can kill him with one punch without the academy taking action."
All the disciples in Qingcheng Mountain were blushing. A young and energetic disciple was slapped back by the old man in front of him who had a very high status in Qingcheng Mountain just as he was about to take a step forward.
"Don't leave that person here if you don't have the ability." The old man who was always a man of few words said calmly.
The Qingcheng Mountain disciples were instantly as silent as cicadas.
The old man sat safely on a chair not far away without even raising his eyelids.
In the distance, Su Mo and the old man who was a giant in the magic way a hundred years ago happened to hear these words. The latter chuckled and said: "This sentence is superficially meant for those little kids in Qingcheng, but it should be aimed at Did I say that?"
Su Mo smiled and said, "After all, my senior has unparalleled magic skills, so I have to guard against him."
Shangguan Wuju suddenly smiled and said: "Little baby, when I entered the city just now, I found a lot of the deep-sea old turtle bastards I met in the north, and they were all guys who hated the academy or the Dao Sect. As the saying goes Dead Taoist friends are not dead, how about we make a deal? I will help you kill them to contribute to the discharge, and you let me go to do one thing? The old man swears by the road and promises not to affect things in the city. .”
Su Mo's expression didn't change, he just shook his head slightly.
"Oh, boring, boring."
The old man held his right hand empty.
A certain wall.
Somewhere dark underground.
Even a piece of slightly raised soil deep in the river below Mingyue Bridge.
A huge qi explosion occurred almost at the same time, and the thick black mist seemed to be wrapped in something. It was obviously extremely terrifying, but no sound came out.
Su Mo turned his head slightly.
Even he didn't notice the few people just now.
Mr. Shangguan retracted his hand and said with a smile: "It's just a matter of convenience, and I haven't killed any of you righteous people. Isn't it considered malicious? Also, don't be too surprised. The rats in the underground are always more familiar with the smell of their companions."
Su Mo frowned slightly and asked puzzledly, "Why?"
The old man chuckled and said, "Since I, Shangguan, am here, why do we need other people from the devil's path?"
...
Summer, noon.
The temperature on the street is getting higher and higher, and the ground emits a heat wave visible to the naked eye.
As time passed, there was a faint noise in the field, most of which were ordinary people asking why the competition hadn't started yet.
Until a tough commoner in the farthest crowd replied impatiently: "Nonsense, have you ever seen someone hit him? Beat his own self?"
Then everyone suddenly realized, and then the conversation shifted to the other protagonist of this competition.
"Why haven't you come yet?"
This is the question of all the practitioners present.
Old God Wei Boyang is here, but he is the least anxious person.
If Shen Yu dares to break his promise this time, then it will be Dao Zong who will be embarrassed in the whole world. This is the most beneficial news for Qingcheng Mountain.
Shangguan Wuju put his hands in his sleeves and said with a smile, "Running away?"
If we avoid such a huge battle without fighting, it will really become a joke in the cultivation world.
Su Mo didn't speak, just looked at the sky silently, thinking that his junior brother should be here faster than him, why hasn't he come yet?
Li Fugui ran all the way from the city gate, ignoring the old man who looked stupid, and said: "I haven't seen you sir, how about I go up and fight with that guy first?" It’s okay to fight for three days and three nights. "
The words just fell.
A breeze between heaven and earth blew across the bridge, making no sound.
Shangguan Wuju's eyelids raised slightly.
Qingdi Chengliyi snorted lightly.
He Pianpian and the mysterious man from Liubo Mountain put down their wine glasses.
Everyone focused their attention on the bridge, and their faces showed expressions of extreme surprise and shock.
"Awaited."
On the bridge, the man was dressed in a green shirt, looking like an immortal.
