An incomparably large city creeping on the ancient land, like a prehistoric beast, exuding endless majesty.

The height of the city wall is 100 zhang, standing outside the city, looking at both sides, the blue-black city wall seems to be boundless, stretching all the way to the horizon.

This is Luoyang City!

The largest city in Huaxia except for Chang'an, the capital division!

Luoyang City has existed on this land for thousands of years, and the city walls have long been covered with moss. Those strange words engraved on the huge bluestone did not even know what the most knowledgeable Confucian scholars meant.

Since ancient times, Luoyang City has been the largest city in this region, and because of this, the boundless desert formed thousands of years ago is also named after this city.

To the south of Luoyang City, there is an endless green grassland, which is the famous Leyou Yuan of Huaxia. Although it is now past October, the grass on the grassland has not withered yellow, a little tent is sprinkled on the grassland like vernacular, the wind blows the grass low, the cattle and sheep loom, a peaceful scene.

Only the flashes of magic weapons that flashed in the sky from time to time, as well as the cultivators who stepped on the magic tools to come and go, could people realize that this was the center of the gathering of monks from all over the world, Luoyang City, the land of a hundred battles!

After leaving the north gate of Luoyang City, the grass gradually decreased, the population gradually thinned, and the exposed ground gradually increased. Dozens of miles later, there is no blue at all, and there is a boundless desert.

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Early the next morning, the south gate of Luoyang City.

On the boundless grassland, the children of the industrious shepherd's family have long since left their tents, riding horses and wielding leather whips, tending to the flock like white clouds.

Flocks of sheep are scattered across the grassland, as if they have adorned the boundless green carpet with large white flowers. In an inconspicuous position in the grassland, a slender shepherd's maiden rode on her beloved maroon pony, casually waving the leather whip in her hand, and the happy song echoed in the early morning grassland. In front of her, there was a small flock of sheep.

The girl looked to be no more than eleven or twelve years old, dressed in a clean white shirt, with a beautiful lace around the neckline with wool and gold thread, and a pair of eyes as bright as black grapes on her childish face, and when she smiled, she was like a beautiful crescent moon, just like a maiden from an ordinary shepherd's family.

Suddenly—

There was a strange fluctuation in the air around them, and the sheep seemed to sense something and scattered in panic.

The girl's happy singing came to an abrupt end, and she fell off her little horse like a stone, and her delicate little face showed a look of pain.

When the pony saw his master's appearance, he was very uneasy and arched his nose to the owner whose eyes were closed.

After a while, the girl slowly opened her eyes, her face showing a hint of confusion, and in an instant she became extremely conscious.

The girl's originally bright big eyes became crystal clear at this time, and the whole person produced an elegant and dusty temperament. Anyone who looks at it will have a feeling of shame.

When the pony saw his master wake up, he was obviously very happy, and he snorted happily.

The girl smiled softly, stretched out her little hand and patted her partner gently, as if trying to comfort it.

"Bang!"

A dull thud sounded in the deep grass, and the pretty chestnut pony had fallen hard!

The smile on the girl's face was still pure, and she glanced at the incomparably large city to the north, and then walked slowly but surely along a clear river full of flowers, towards the city she had never been to......

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A moment later.

In the clear blue sky, there was a sudden sound of silk and bamboo.

Then, a huge ship like a pavilion in the clouds slowly appeared on the canopy of the sky with auspicious clouds.

On both sides of the ship, dozens of white-clothed monks stood with their swords in their hands, not squinting.

The big ship gently swept through the air and flew in the direction of Luoyang City. The young shepherd boy who was playing in the tent had never seen such a scene, and all of them were full of excitement. And the monks who were shuttling through the air also stopped with their magic weapons, with respectful expressions on their faces.

Because they know that those who like to pretend like this are naturally Wudang factions. And looking at the level of this immortal ship, it is obviously a bigwig-level figure in the Wudang faction. And this kind of character is not something they can offend casually!

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The Huaxia Kingdom is too big, the Wudang faction is located in the hinterland of Jingzhou, but Luoyang City is located in the northernmost part of the Huaxia Kingdom, and the distance is hundreds of thousands of miles during the period. Even at the speed of the Xia Shizu Immortal Ship, it took seven days to reach the outside of Luoyang City.

Chen Yuxiang has been a human being for two lifetimes, but it is the first time he has seen such an exaggerated city, and he can't help but be secretly frightened.

Is this still a city, comparable to a small country on earth!

Even when the two ancestors saw this Xiongcheng, their faces were solemn. The fairy ship landed a kilometer away from the city, and then walked towards the city gate step by step with some respect.

It's not that there is a ban on air in Luoyang City, it's just that with the skills of the two of them, they are not qualified to be arrogant in this city.

If the two cultivators at the peak of the Transformation Stage were the greatest combat power in the Huaxia Cultivation Realm, then this Huaxia Kingdom would no longer exist!

Luoyang City is full of monks. Although most of them are also casual cultivators in the Qi refining period, there are also many high-level ones. Chen Yuxiang followed a bunch of people to the station of the Wudang faction in Luoyang City, and along the way, he also encountered more than a dozen masters of the Yuan Infant Stage. The one in the god transformation stage also encountered one, and the higher-level masters did not find it for the time being.

The Wu-Tang Clan's base was in the center of the city, atop a Rakshasa tower. The tower was so tall that it should overlook the city from the top.

However, this tower of the Wudang faction is not the tallest, there are two towers around it that are slightly higher than it, and in the middle of these three towers, there is a tower, which is a little higher than these three.

The two ancestors took dozens of people to the wide and high hall on the first floor of the tower and waited quietly. After arriving here, the expressions of the two masters were more respectful, although there were many chairs on both sides of the hall, the two of them also stood respectfully, not daring to move a little.

Seeing that the two masters were still like this, others naturally did not say anything else. They all stood there with their hands bowed and extremely respectful.

Some of the deacon's disciples had already climbed the tower to make a statement, but it wasn't until half an hour later that there was a sound of extremely procrastinating footsteps.

"What a nuisance!"

An extremely old voice sounded in everyone's ears, and the impatient look in the voice was undisguised. Immediately afterwards, an old man with a face full of fireworks walked down the spiral staircase step by step.

The old man's unkempt gray hair and a crumpled robe were in stark contrast to the dozens of well-dressed Wudang disciples of all ages and children who were respectfully waiting. He doesn't look like a monk at all, but like a magician from the Rakshasa Kingdom.

Fortunately, he didn't have a staff in his hand.

The divine sense swept over the old man, and Chen Yuxiang's heart moved. This turned out to be a master of the fit period!

The old man's wrinkled robe was scorched black, and his face was also black, pulling a pair of clogs, he slowly descended the stairs, came to the hall, and sat down in a big way.

Then, the old man waved his hand at the two ancestors of the Wudang faction with great impatience and said, "A group of little rabbit cubs, sit down fuckingly!"

The two masters glanced at each other, and at the same time, they bowed down towards the old man with great respect, and shouted, "Uncle Fang!"

The old man waved his hand and said, "Excuse me! Be polite to your own people! You two little rabbit cubs, as far as the fuck knows, stay in the mountains and enjoy the blessings, let my old man eat and drink the soil here!"

Ma Shizu and Xia Shizu glanced at each other, smiled and sat down, and then motioned for everyone else to sit down as well.

Xia Shizu looked at the embarrassed old man and couldn't help but smile; Uncle Shi, your old man is testing potions again?"

When the old man heard this, he glanced at Ma Shizu deeply, shook his head and sighed: "Don't mention it, if it weren't for the kid of the three guns, I wouldn't have made such a mess! I think it's going to be successful, you guys are here to disturb, Lao Tzu's heart is messed up, and he will fucking explode! Three guns, this is also your life!"

When the Wudang monks who came with them heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other, obviously puzzled. But Ma Shizu grinned, his face showed gratitude, and he forced a smile: "Let Shizu worry, the disciple is grateful!"

The old man nodded, and suddenly said in a hateful voice: "Two little bastards! In the past hundred years, his mother has not grown at all, and he is unwilling to break through! If one of you can break through, Lao Tzu will still use it to stay here for a hundred years?

Xia Shizu smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle Shi, we are not stupid, this is really impossible to break through!

The old man in the merger period was furious when he heard this, and snorted coldly: "You kid still have the face to say?"

Stretched out a dirty finger, pointed at Ma Shizu's nose and said: "Three cannons, you kid, you know that you are so ambitious, you have to surpass the ancestor of this sect and refine a magic weapon that is more powerful than the Qinggang Sword, but you are poisoned by the cold, right?" Then he pointed to Xia Shizu's nose and said: "And you, as a damn thing, you know that you are nesting in the mountains, and you don't listen to you if you tell you that it is easy to break through in battle! I said, how did the Xia family come up with such a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death?"

Ma Shizu couldn't help but shake his head and sigh when he heard this, but Xia Shizu's face was slightly red, and he said in a low voice: "Uncle Shi, so many juniors are here, I hope to save some face!"

Only then did the old man turn his head to look, the two ancestors were also in the Wudang Sect, and these monks were only known for their names, and it was rare to see them. Now seeing that the two extremely serious ancestors along the way were scolded like the third grandson, and the reserve disciples of Wudang also wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh when they saw it. At this time, when he saw the old man looking over, he hurriedly lowered his head one by one, but the corners of his mouth were slightly touching.

After the old man saw Chen Yuxiang, he sighed softly, his voice was inaudible, if it weren't for Chen Yuxiang's six acquaintances, it would be impossible to hear it at all. With this voice, the old man's face also flashed with a hint of brilliance, but it was also fleeting.

Standing up slowly, the old man coughed twice, and said impatiently: "Okay, I've seen it, I've seen it, I've seen it, I'm going to get busy too." Don't bother my old man about such a trivial matter as the immortal ruins!!, just make your own decisions!" After speaking, he coughed heavily, and then dragged the clogs and walked up the spiral staircase step by step.

After the old man left, Master Xia also breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and said with a wry smile: "The person who is in charge of our Wudang faction in this Luoyang City just now, Senior Fang Luotian. The old man has a weird temper, uh that...... Some also like to joke. It's all jokes, don't take it to heart! When you go back, don't talk nonsense, remember?"

In the end, Lao Xia's words also carried a hint of power, obviously preparing to overwhelm people with power.

Yigan naturally laughed secretly in his heart, this Xia Shizu was accused of being greedy for life and afraid of death, and he naturally couldn't get by on his face. However, the words of the ancestor are naturally to be listened to.

Dozens of monks, old and new, replied in unison: "Remember!"

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I'm tired, so I'm going to sleep......