In the past, he was a giant of the Demon Dao, and now he is a cultivation wizard, and 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 cultivation world have gathered.

However, the strange thing is that at this moment, the Mingyue Bridge and even the entire city seem strangely quiet, as if it is heavy before the wind and rain are coming.

Above everyone's sight, Wei Boyang stood there quietly, his eyes slightly closed, his hands behind his back, and the dark red sword jumped at his fingertips.

Not far behind him, more than a dozen people with the same costumes also stood there quietly, all of them were Qingcheng Mountain disciples who followed Wei Boyang down the mountain to practice.

In addition to this, there was an old man standing in the forefront, his clothes shabby, his face was gray, and he had no emotion at all.

There is a unique method of inheritance in Qingcheng Mountain, and every valued disciple will get a preacher of the sect.

This kind of preacher is often a hopeless old man in the sect, desireless and ruthless, except for teaching the selected disciples to practice, everything else, even if it is a peer dispute, the disciple will not act in advance if he dies in front of him, at most he will bring other people's heads back to Qingcheng Mountain afterwards.

And this nameless old man is the preacher of Wei Boyang of Qingcheng Mountain, and he is also the sword elder of one of the seven elders of Qingcheng.

A young disciple whispered, "Ancestor, are you sure you can win this competition?"

The old man said in an extremely hoarse voice, "Under the fugue, Shen Yu will die."

Hearing this, everyone put their minds down at the same time.

Another disciple rolled his eyes and said, "What's there to be afraid of, Senior Brother Boyang would have been able to set foot in the Upper Three Realms a long time ago, just to simply cultivate the Divine Journey Realm to the extreme and comprehend the ethereal Nine Realms, so he suppressed his realm-breaking aura, otherwise he would have already stepped into the world of peak cultivators, and no matter how powerful Shen Yu is, it is just a Cave True Realm, win a fart."

The man who asked earlier smiled, as if he agreed with this truth.

"Hmph, an old idiot with a couple of little idiots."

A faint voice of disdain sounded at this moment.

The disciples of Qingcheng Mountain all glared angrily when they heard this

There were a few people around the bridge, and Fang Lao Guogong sat on the chair next to him, looking at the sky, as if it was not him who spoke just now.

Fang Wen stood behind the old man and covered his face silently, thinking to himself, what are you angry with a few juniors?

"Grandpa, this time the imperial capital is mixed with many forces, after all, your identity is precious, so you show your face.... Not suitable, right?"

Fang Wen didn't want the atmosphere to be too embarrassing and asked.

Old Man Fang rolled his eyes and said lightly, "Idiot, do you really think that Lao Tzu and I are acting rashly? Now that the disciples of Dao Sect and Qingcheng Mountain are competing, after all, they are in the imperial capital, what if the imperial court ignores it? My identity as an old immortal can just hold down the scene, and even faintly be able to be the host, otherwise why do you think Your Majesty would be here today?"

Fang Wen's face was strange, and he complained that you are Lao Tzu, you are obviously a grandfather.

Old Man Fang sighed, and said earnestly: "These things that can be understood by thinking carefully with your brain, in the future, you can have a better memory, learn from others Shen Yu, don't be arrogant if you have nothing to do, it is easy to be listened to by others."

Fang Wen sighed and said, "I know, Grandpa, but your voice just now, it is estimated that as long as you are a cultivator with good cultivation, you can probably hear it clearly enough at this moment."

His eyes drifted to several disciples of Qingcheng Mountain not far away, and the meaning was very clear.

Old Fang Guogong waved his hand, and then said indifferently: "It's okay, in the city, if there is something that doesn't have long eyes and dares to be presumptuous, I don't need the academy to make a move, I can hammer him with one punch."

The disciples of Qingcheng Mountain were all flushed, and a young and vigorous disciple just wanted to take a step, but he was directly slapped back by the old man in front of him who had a very high status in Qingcheng Mountain.

"If you don't have that ability, don't lose that person here." The old man, who had never spoken much, said lightly.

The disciples of Qingcheng Mountain were instantly silent.

The old man sat on a chair not far away, without raising his eyelids.

In the distance, Su Mo and the old man who was a demon giant a hundred years ago happened to hear this, and the latter smiled and said, "This sentence was ostensibly said to those little dolls in Qingcheng, but it should be addressed to me, right?"

Su Mo said with a smile: "After all, the predecessors have unparalleled magic skills, so they have to guard against it."

Shangguan Wuju suddenly smiled and said, "Little doll, when I entered the city just now, I found a lot of old turtle kings of the deep sea that I met in the north at the beginning, and they are all guys who hate the academy or the Taoist sect to the core. I helped you slaughter them to contribute to the discharge, and you let me go to do something? The old man swore an oath by the Great Dao and promised not to affect the affairs of the city."

Su Mo's expression didn't change, he just shook his head slightly.

"Hey, it's boring, it's boring."

The old man's right hand shook in the void.

A certain wall.

Somewhere in the shadows of the earth.

Even a slight upturned mud in the depths of the river below the Mingyue Bridge.

Almost at the same time, a huge qi explosion was generated, and the thick black mist seemed to envelop something, which was obviously extremely terrifying, but no sound emanated.

Su Mo turned his head slightly.

Even he didn't notice the people just now.

Mr. Shangguan withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "It's just a good hand, and I didn't kill you people in the righteous path, so it's not ill-intentioned, right?" And don't be too surprised, the rats in the underground are more familiar with the smell of their companions."

Su Mo frowned slightly, puzzled, "Why?"

The old man chuckled and said, "Since I'm here, why do I need other people in the Demon Dao?"

...

Summer, at noon.

The temperature on the street is getting hotter, and the ground is emitting a heat wave that is 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 one of the fierce people, in the farthest crowd, replied impatiently, "Nonsense, have you ever seen a man beat? Hit the fucking yourself?"

Then everyone suddenly realized, and then the words shifted to the other protagonist of this competition.

"Why haven't you come yet?"

This is the question of all the practitioners present.

The old god Wei Boyang is here, but he is the least anxious person.

If Shen Yu dares to break his trust this time, then it will be the Dao Sect who will lose face in the whole world, which is the most beneficial news for Qingcheng Mountain.

Shangguan Wuju clasped his hands in his sleeves and said with a smile, "Ran away?"

With such a big momentum, if you avoid it and don't fight, it will really become a joke in the cultivation world.

Su Mo didn't speak, just looked at the sky silently, thinking that the little junior brother should come faster than himself, why hasn't he come yet?

Li Fugui trotted all the way from the city gate, ignored the stupid-looking old man, and said, "I haven't seen Mr. all the way, why don't I go up and fight that guy first?" It's okay to fight for three days and three nights."

As soon as the words fell.

A fresh breeze blew across the bridge deck without a sound.

Shangguan Wuxian's eyelids raised slightly.

Qingdi Cheng Li Yi hummed softly.

He Pianpian and the mysterious man of Liubo Mountain put down their wine glasses.

Everyone focused on the bridge, and then their faces showed extreme surprise and shock at the same time.

"I've been waiting."

On the bridge deck, the man was dressed in a green shirt, like an immortal.