Hongdao Jiujie Mountain is a mountain range composed of eight relatively low altitude hills and one main peak, because the mountain winds into a circle, like a giant dragon entrenched in the ground, so it is named Jiujie Mountain.

It was still dawning, and many locals and tourists had already gotten up early and rushed to the foot of Jiujie Mountain.

Nine Street Sunrise is a very famous scenic spot in Hongdao, there is a sun-watching platform on the main peak, you can directly see the sunrise on the sea, it is magnificent and beautiful, and people from all over the country come to see the sunrise every year.

Zhou Qingya and others also took the opportunity to get up early, bought a breakfast on the road, and hurried over, but what disappointed them was that Jiujie Mountain was blocked today and no one was allowed to climb the mountain.

Looking at the circle of heavily armed guards at the foot of the mountain, Qian Lulu complained: "What's the matter, we finally got up so early, but we didn't even notice it, so we blocked it and didn't allow it to go up." ”

"Is there a big guy going to climb the mountain, or is there some movie being filmed?" Liu Xiaojing wondered.

Hongdao used to be a famous film base, and Hong films were famous at home and abroad, but unfortunately after the 90s, Hong films began to decline, but there are still many films that will be filmed in Hongdao, and streets, scenic spots, shopping malls and the like will be blocked every time.

"No matter how to blockade, just pull a yellow strip, and use fully armed guards?" Qi Wangsun shook his head.

"This is more like the appearance of a mountain closure, I'm afraid something terrible has happened on the top of the mountain."

They were talking at the foot of the mountain.

Suddenly, someone pointed to a person and said, "How can that guy get in?" ”

Qiu Yilun and the others hurriedly looked over, and saw a tall young man in black with long hair and a shawl, and a handsome appearance, who walked into the guard circle unhurriedly, and walked along the mountain road step by step towards the mountain.

"Hey, he looks like Ye Chen!" Zhou Qingya suddenly covered her mouth and exclaimed.

"yes, it's really like that." Liu Xiaojing and the others also nodded.

"I don't know where the boss has gone these days, leave a note and disappear, really, everyone said that they would come to Hongdao to play together." Qiu Yilun complained. Only King Sun Meng of Qi bowed his head.

He had learned micro-expressions and behavior from special people hired by his family.

According to the micro-expressions, movements, and mannerisms of human beings, the authenticity of this person can be judged, and the senior person does not even need to see you, just look at your back to identify it.

When Qi Wangsun first saw him, he also felt that this person was very similar to Ye Chen, but it was not Ye Chen, he was much more handsome than Ye Chen, but when he looked at it from the back, he found that this person was the same as Ye Chen, except for his height.

Whether it is the distance of footsteps, the posture of walking, or the movement of hands behind his back, it is almost a copy of Ye Chen.

"Strange, is it possible that there are two people in the world whose path posture is repeated?"

Qi Wangsun was secretly shocked in his heart.

At this time, Ye Chen had already stepped on the mountain road and walked towards the top of the Ninth Street.

The main peak of Jiujie Mountain is about 500 meters high, Ye Chen step by step, his steps are as accurate as the size measurement, it seems to be slow, but the figure quickly swept towards the mountain.

Along the way, he met many monks, some of whom were native to Hongdao, and most of them came from all over the country and even the world, to participate in the Lingnan International Metaphysical Feng Shui Conference, but now they had gathered on Jiujie Mountain in the hope of seeing the legendary battle between the real man and the master.

"It's him, he's Ye Lingtian!"

There are very few people who have seen Ye Chen's photos, but as long as they see Ye Chen stepping on the steps, they immediately judge that this person is the legendary immortal cultivator who is the number one in the heavenly list.

Ye Chen, who showed his appearance, was like a peerless sword with sharp edges, his eyes were shining with clear light, his shawl black hair was as shiny as pearls, and his body was divided in a golden ratio, pure and flawless, with a fragrance of plants and trees.

The key is that Ye Chen's aura of staring and horizontally is not a peerless powerhouse, and he does not have it at all.

"Ye Lingtian is here, this shocking battle is finally about to begin."

Countless people cast their eyes on the top of the mountain, on the sun-viewing platform with a radius of 100 meters, although they could not go up, but with the ability of the Daoist and the immortal cultivator, they were separated by one or two hundred meters, almost as if they were in front of them.

With their sense of hearing and touch, they can imagine the battle on the platform.

The higher Ye Chen went, the more noble the status of the people he met, and he saw Yu Qing, Hongfu elites, Director Xu and others.

Yu Qing's eyes shone with starlight, and Ye Chen, who was now looking, was like a powerful powerhouse, the chief instructor of the Yanlong Guard, and the elder of Xuantian Pavilion.

And Director Xu and the others were like ghosts, why didn't they see each other overnight, Ye Chen changed his appearance.

Ye Chen continued to step on, and when he reached the last section of the mountain, he saw an old man sitting on a chair, the old man may be over ninety years old, but his qi and blood are still sufficient, and his body is strong, but now he is obviously overworked, and his face is a little pale.

"Zheng Zhongming?"

Ye Chen recognized this rich man of the Zheng family in Hongdao at a glance, as a well-known rich man in the Chinese circle, he had repeatedly appeared on TV, and his life was continued by Ye Chen's elixir, but Ye Chen didn't pay any attention to it.

The current Zheng Zhongming is not much stronger than an ant in front of him.

All Ye Chen needed was a reason, a reason that Yan Xia and the Hong Mansion couldn't interfere with, and now, the reason was in front of him.

Defeat Zhou Daoji and take the life of the Zheng family on Hongdao!

Behind Zheng Zhongming, there are more than a dozen old men with extraordinary bearing, each of whom has obscure mana fluctuations, if there are people in the magic world, they will definitely know that these dozen people are all masters in the southern magic world, and there are only a handful of master-level existences.

Zhang Ziru was inside, he was standing in the third place, and in front of him, there were two old men, the aura of these two old men was extremely huge, and there was no difference between them and the Dan King Ye Chen had seen, and they were two real people who cultivated the Fa.

Counting Zhang Ziru, there were at least three real people and ten masters who had entered the peak of the Dao, and Ye Chen even saw Huang Wenze, Master Huang, who he had met in Dongdu.

It's a pity that this group of people is completely out of Ye Chen's eyes, and his mind is all affected by the person at the top of the mountain.

"Master Ye, if I give you 10 billion, can this gambling fight be stopped?"

Old Man Zheng, who was sitting in the rocking chair, suddenly sighed.

Before he saw Ye Chen, he was full of confidence in Zhou Daoji, but the moment he saw Ye Chen, Zheng Zhongming suddenly felt empty.

He couldn't see the slightest domineering or mighty in Ye Chen, only the indifference of ignoring the common people, this indifference was Zhou Daoji, and he had never let him feel it, as if a god was looking down on all beings.

Unprecedentedly, Zheng Zhongming lost a trace of confidence in the master of Hongdao.

"It's late."

Ye Chen lightly spit out two words.

When he spit out these two words, Zheng Zhongming seemed to have expected it a long time ago, but he still aged a few years in an instant.

Ye Chen didn't pay attention to these big people who stomped on Hongdao anymore, but shook his body and climbed to the top of Jiujie Mountain.

The moment Ye Chen's footsteps stepped on the top of the mountain, the sun jumped out of the sea from the east, and the golden light shone on the entire heaven and earth, magnificent and beautiful, and the entire mountain top seemed to be covered with a layer of glow.

"Heaven and earth have great beauty without saying it, compared to it, what is the battle between us."

An old man in a silk robe let out a long sigh and turned his head.

This old man doesn't know how old he is, his face is mottled, wrinkles are deep, there is only a pair of pupils, black and white, pure and clean like a baby, but if you look closely, you will feel that those eyes are as deep as the sea.

Hongdao Feng Shui Master, the first in southern magic, Zhou Daoji!

This master, who once locked the Ninth Street and killed the immortal cultivation master with one finger and shocked Hongdao, at this time, like Ye Chen's friend for many years, showed a pure smile: "Xiaoyou is really here, I thought that Xiaoyou would find another place and make an appointment with me." ”

"You are thoughtful, how can you make me jealous."

Ye Chen put his hands behind his back and looked proud.

When facing Zhou Daoji head-on, his divine thoughts clearly distinguished that although Zhou Daoji's cultivation was infinitely close to the divine realm, it was very different from the divine realm after all, and now it could only be regarded as the peak of cultivation, and Luo Chengtian was at most equal.

Enlightenment, fusion, and heartbeat are two completely different levels, and if you don't enter the heartbeat, you are definitely not Ye Chen's enemy.

However, the way of magic is unpredictable, and Ye Chen also wants to see what the difference between the earth's magic and the real immortal cultivation spell is.

Moreover, there was a faint aura on Zhou Daoji's body, which seemed to be some kind of magic weapon or Taoist technique, although it did not make Ye Chen feel the danger, but it slightly aroused his interest.

"Is this the legendary divine consciousness?"

When Ye Chen's mind moved, Zhou Daoji changed color slightly.

The true cultivator was more sensitive to spiritual power than the immortal cultivator, and although Zhou Daoji couldn't really capture Ye Chen's divine thoughts, he could vaguely feel its existence.

"I once met a spiritual power master in the Western Overseas World, who can use spiritual power condensation as the essence to cut and cut grass and trees in the air."

Zhou Daoji shook his head and said: "It's a pity that there is no Ye Xiaoyou as vast and vast as heaven and earth, endless, Ye Xiaoyou is one step closer to the divine realm than me." ”

"Thirty years ago, you were able to kill the Immortal Cultivation Master, and thirty years later, haven't you stepped into the Divine Realm?"

Ye Chen said calmly, he was also very curious about the divine realm of the earth, whether it was Luo Chengtian or Zhou Daoji who he had seen, he could be regarded as a genius in the sky, although it was far inferior to Ye Chen, but in the universe, he might be able to become the overlord of a star.

But they were all stuck in the divine realm, and it seemed that they couldn't step into it no matter what.

"The divine realm is difficult, it is difficult to go to the blue sky!" Zhou Daoji shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Since fifty years ago, I have never heard of the birth of a new divine realm in this world, if there is, then it is you or Chen Beixuan!" ”

"Really?" Ye Chen smiled faintly, disapproving.

Little Chen Beixuan, how could he be compared to him Ling Tian Immortal King.

"The battle of fighting methods is divided into victory and defeat, as well as life and death, are you ready to die?"

Ye Chen raised his palm, which was as white as jade, and urged Zhenyuan, a small whirlwind gradually condensed in his hand, and finally formed a cyclone like a storm, the edge of the cyclone was extremely sharp, like a sharp electric drill, which could tear through steel.

"Haha, Ye Xiaoyou, I don't know who killed the deer!"

Zhou Daoji laughed, his sleeve robe bulged like a long dragon, and the golden sunlight gathered on him, making him feel as if a god had descended.