The terrifying demon who disappeared in the past, the current cultivation wizard, countless sect disciples.

Today's Chang'an City 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, Bai Jianyi 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 disciples of the Qingcheng Sword Sect who had followed Bai Jian 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 inheritance method within the Qingcheng Sword Sect, and every valued disciple will get a sword inheritor of the sect.

Similar to the identity of the Sword Sect's sword attendant.

This kind of sword passer 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 shoot in advance if he dies in front of him, at most, he will bring other people's heads back to the Qingcheng Sword Sect afterwards.

And this nameless old man is the sword inheritor of Bai Jianyi of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, and he is also an extremely famous sword elder of the Qingcheng Sword Sect.

A young disciple whispered, "Old Ancestor, will you definitely win this competition?" ”

The old man said in an extremely hoarse voice: "Out of the dust realm, Su Qingming 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 Jian Yi could have already set foot in the Three Realms of Returning to Truth, just to simply take the dust realm to the extreme and comprehend the ethereal Nine Realms, so he suppressed his realm-breaking aura, otherwise he would have stepped into the world of peak cultivators, and no matter how powerful Su Qingming is, he is just a Ning Yuan 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 the Qingcheng Sword Sect all glared angrily when they heard this

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

Zhang Ruoxu stood behind the old man, covered his face silently, and thought to himself, what are you angry with a few juniors?

"Grandpa, this time Chang'an City is mixed with many forces, after all, your identity is precious, so you show your head.... Not suitable, right? ”

Zhang Ruoxu didn't want the atmosphere to be too embarrassing, so he asked.

Lao Xiangguo rolled his eyes and said lightly: "This is Chang'an City, it is the Xuanzhou Tang Empire, I want to scold people, and I still need to take care of who he is?" Or, do you have to consider whether it is suitable or not? ”

Zhang Ruoxu's face was strange, and he was speechless for a while.

Zhang Xiang sighed and said earnestly: "It is said that you have learned some bloodiness and straightforwardness in the Sword Sect, but you have not had the sharpness of a young man over the years, and you are still older than the old immortals in the six parts." ”

Zhang Ruoxu sighed and said, "Got it, grandpa." ”

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

Zhang Xiang waved his hand, and then said indifferently: "Remember, this is Chang'an City, if you don't have long eyes, the sword in your hand is not an ornament straddled by those scholars." ”

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

"Are you looking for death? Even Lao Tzu can't beat that person, you think you're old. The old man, who had never spoken much, said lightly.

The disciples of the Qingcheng Sword Sect were instantly silent.

Zhang Xiang sat peacefully on a chair not far away, without lifting his eyelids.

In the distance, Dao Yan and the old man who disappeared a hundred years ago happened to hear this sentence, and the latter smiled and said, "Zhang Lao'er said to the people of Qingcheng on the surface, but he actually refers to me, right?" ”

Dao Yan said with a smile: "The senior's cultivation is superb, and I have no choice but to invite Zhang Xiang to come along." ”

The old man suddenly smiled and said: "When I entered the city just now, I found a lot of old immortals I used to know, and they are all guys who hate morality to the core. I helped you slaughter them to contribute to morality, 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. ”

Dao Yan's expression didn't change, but he shook his head slightly.

"Hey, boring, 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.

Dao Yan turned his head slightly.

Even he didn't notice the people just now.

The old man 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 bad intentions, right?" And don't be too surprised, the rats in the underground are more familiar with the smell of their companions. ”

Daoyan Zhenren frowned slightly, puzzled: "Why?" ”

The old man chuckled and said, "Since I'm here, why do I need other demons here!" ”

...

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 beating?" Hit the fucking self? ”

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 of Bai Jian is here, but he is the least anxious person.

If Su Qingming dares to break his trust this time, then it will be the Sword Sect that will lose face in the entire world, which is the most beneficial news for the Qingcheng Sword Sect.

The old man 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.

Daoyan Zhenren didn't speak, just looked at the sky silently, thinking that kid should come faster than himself, why hasn't he come yet?

...

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

The old man's eyelids lifted slightly.

Emperor Wu City Song Nu hummed softly.

Xie Zhiliu put down his wine glass.

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 a sword immortal.