As soon as the old eunuch's voice fell, one of them jumped on the stage and said with a smile: "In Xia Liu Hong, which Taoist friend dares to fight with me?"

This Liu Hong is wearing a bright Taoist robe, with a high crown on his head, and a stainless steel long sword in his hand, shining in the sun, he really has a bit of Taoist demeanor, and it is enough to fool some ordinary people with this appearance, but it is a pity that this fighting event has attracted many talented people in the world, even though most of them are Jindan foundation builders, the mana is not necessarily profound, but at least the eyesight of people is still there.

This Liu Hong's face is pale, his steps are vain, and there is no aura on his body, where is a man of the Tao, he is clearly a prodigal who wants to get through the tricks.

Sure enough, not long after this Liu Hong came to power, he was defeated by his opponent, and slipped off the stage in embarrassment amid the laughter of everyone.

Next, dozens of people came to the stage, all of them came up with their own means, even though they were not Taoist monks, but they also won thunderous applause with the skills of the rivers and lakes that they had practiced for many years.

These people are also interested, knowing that they will never be able to compete with the masters of the Daomen with their own skills, if it is late, I am afraid that there is no chance to even come to the stage, so they are all in a hurry to play, and hurry up to show their own means, you must know that this time to watch the fighting method is not only the royal people, but also many court officials, giant gentry, if you can be favored by these people, accepted to be a guard and a courtyard and the like, you can enjoy the glory and wealth in the second half of your life.

After a long time, a Taoist priest finally came to the stage, and a Taoist priest on the left waved a peachwood sword in his hand forward, bringing up bursts of flames, and his opponent was an old Taoist with white hair, holding a golden drum, his eyes seemed to open and closed, and his mouth was full of words.

The aura on these two Daoists was dim, scattered but not condensed, at most, they were the cultivation of the fifth or sixth level of qi refining, but they were much stronger than those ordinary people.

The Taoist on the left waved the peach wood sword in his hand, and then cut out a red flame with a grinding plate, flying forward diagonally, seeing that it was about to fall on the old Taoist priest opposite, many people in the audience hurriedly closed their eyes, this Taoist couldn't help but be happy when he saw this, but the next moment the old Taoist priest slapped the golden drum in his hand, and with a loud bang, a circle of visible gold patterns was released, and the flame was dispersed with a bang.

The golden drum in the old Taoist's hand kept beating, the drum beat like rain, the middle-aged Taoist was caught off guard, and hurriedly put the peach wood sword across his chest to block it, but he heard a click and broke it into two, the gold pattern reached the chest, and the whole person flew out backwards, and fell unconscious on the stage.

The cheers from the audience suddenly shook loudly, and compared with those people in the rivers and lakes before, this kind of means made them feel even more excited.

With the passage of time, the next fighting method of the people is also more and more powerful, it is noon, the sun is so unclear, the atmosphere is even more intense, at this moment the remaining person on the stage is a young tall man dressed in green clothes, high crown and broad belt, holding a green sword, this man relies on the green front in his hand, has been defeated twenty or thirty people in succession before, each time he wins calmly, becoming the focus of the field.

On a tall attic on the west side of the imperial city, more than a dozen soldiers wearing armor and holding swords guarded outside a box.

At this moment, the voices of several people were faintly heard from the box.

An old man about sixty years old, wearing a purple python and gold robe, a goose yellow jasper belt around his waist, a purple and gold crown on his head, and a majestic face on his waist, was standing in front of the window, squinting at the scene below, but a pair of cold lights flashed from time to time in his eyes, which made him look a little cunning.

Behind this person stood a young man in his twenties, whose appearance was seven or eight points similar, the same red clothes and crowns, a noble body, and a pair of eyes that glanced away from time to time, obviously a scheming person.

These two are the most famous in the government and the opposition, or the notorious father and son of King Liang!

King Liang's eyes fell on the square, his hands behind his back, he didn't know what he was thinking, and after a long time, he said: "Xu Daochang, I think this person is powerful, I don't know if Chang may beat him?"

It turned out that there was still an old Taoist man wearing a black robe and a gloomy face standing beside King Liang, this person was just standing there, and he gave people a cold and cold feeling for no reason, Xu Daoren heard King Liang's words, he smiled and said: "Although the prince can rest assured, watch me take him!"

When King Liang heard him say this, he couldn't help but nod with satisfaction, and said, "Everything will be left to the Taoist chief! If it can be done, there will be countless benefits for both you and me!"

Xu Daoren smiled, didn't speak, and disappeared without a trace.

A shadow suddenly fell from the ring, startling everyone to look up at the sky at the same time, only to see an ink-dyed black streamer falling from the sky, falling like a meteor, and the light surging on the ground, turning into an old Taoist hidden in a black robe, only revealing an old face like tree bark, the old Taoist carried a huge black gourd around his waist, his robe was blowing like a drum, and there was a Taoist spiritual light surging on the top, so that people could see the difference at a glance.

Seeing this, the young swordsman frowned, this old man was obviously far from being comparable to those previous opponents, and his face couldn't help but be a little more solemn, and he asked in a deep voice, "I don't know who this senior is?"

The old Taoist smiled and said: "I am a Qi Refiner of the White Lotus Cave of Zhending Mountain, known as Izumo Zi Xu Yang, have you ever heard of the doll?"

The young swordsman shook his head when he heard this, and said, "I'm really ashamed, Lin Yiyuan, a disciple of Shushan, has taught his predecessors to be smart, and I hope that my predecessors will not hesitate to give advice!"

Xu Yang couldn't help but smile when he heard this young boy report to his family: "You really haven't heard of the old man's name?"

Lin Yiyuan shook his head and said, "It's true." After a little hesitation, he said, "Should I know my predecessors?"

Qiao Chen'an, who was watching from the attic on the side, heard the old Taoist report his identity, and always felt that the name "Izumo Zi Xu Yang" was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it, and his eyes fell on this old Taoist, and he couldn't help but fall into contemplation, thinking about everything he had experienced in the past few years.

A cultivator already has the ability to never forget, and his memory is far beyond the ordinary, but in a moment, his eyes flashed, and he finally found information about this person in his memory!

In the past, he fled all the way to Xiaozhu Mountain with Mu Qingying on his back, fighting people from various factions, and he also got a few gourd magic weapons by chance, but when he came out, he found that a group of people, including himself, were calculated by the Heavenly Demon Sect, but fortunately, Bai Fengyu, one of the three protectors of the Moon Worship Sect, arrived in time to turn the tide, and was able to get out smoothly.

That day, the leader of the Demon Sect seemed to have said such a thing before he died.

"The family teacher is out of the clouds, Xu Yang, and I hope that the immortal will spare his life!"