The first to arrive in the imperial capital was Zuo Liuying, alone, wearing a straw hat and a Taoist robe, walking into the city, like a loose cultivator who had flown for too long and was overworked.

The bustling scene of the imperial capital must have left a deep impression on Zuo Liuying, because he walked very slowly, as if he was wandering in his own courtyard, and the weaving pedestrians were just small animals that needed to be avoided in time.

More than ten days have passed, and the imperial capital is still in a state of high excitement, everyone feels energetic, and they all want to do something, and all kinds of anecdotes are spread in the streets and alleys: Zhang Laohan, who has been paralyzed for many years in a certain alley, was suddenly able to walk on the ground, ran out of the city for a whole day, and turned the children of the family in a hurry; the stupid son of whomever suddenly opened his mouth to call his father and mother, and he never forgot to read books, as if he was a young genius; a notorious loose cultivator thousands of miles away was inspired to come to the imperial capital, and a hundred miles away from the city suddenly felt ashamed, fell to the ground and kowtowed to repentance, counted his sins over the years, and then sat on the ground and melted, with a smile on the corner of his mouth after death......

The city of talisman has become a magical city, incredible things have sprung up, now there are almost no taboos here, but no one takes the opportunity to make trouble, the pedestrians on the ground are mixed but not chaotic, humble to each other, the heavenly talisman master and the scattered cultivators consciously divide the high and low levels, which has nothing to do with strength, but the first people fly higher, the later people fly lower, some people are more humble or tired, and they walk with mortals on the ground.

The strange thing is that the sunlight can still reach the ground, and no matter how many people fly in the air, it will not have a sense of oppression on the imperial capital.

There were no more empty houses in the city, and the scattered cultivators and talisman masters who came later could only rent houses outside the city, and some people simply cast spells to build new houses, and they would enter the city at least once a day, fly around the Taoist tower for a week, and then return to their residences to practice, and it is said that the effect will be multiplied.

Walking in such a magical city full of spells and strange things everywhere, Zuo Liuying wearing a straw hat did not attract attention. Even though he was able to walk freely in a constant stream of people and never came into contact with any pedestrians, this little peculiarity did not attract a single eye.

Only those Taoist priests with equally high mana power could perceive his difference in the vast sea of people.

In fact, Zuo Liuying had just appeared on the road, and when he was still a few miles away from the city, two Taoist priests flew out of the city in retrograde, and then one stayed at a low altitude of a hundred zhang above the ground, and the other flew in the air at a height of thousands of zhang, following Zuo Liuying into the city.

Zuo Liuying felt the abundant mana permeating the surroundings. It is not as aggressive as the first day, and it no longer has the domineering spirit of life and death, it has become extremely soft, blending into the air, attached to every grain of dust, it is not the aura of heaven and earth, let alone unclean qi, like a strange fragrance and ointment to assist in cultivation, which makes mortals feel happy and happy. Let the practitioner be quiet and less thoughtful.

The moment he walked into the city gate, Zuo Liuying discerned a unique sign from the ubiquitous spells, it was not continuous like ordinary spells, but small dots that were irregularly distributed. Hidden in the background of many spells, it is like a few black dots on a paper blackened with ink, and only the most appropriate angle can be chosen against the sun. to discover the existence of these points.

Zuo Liuying believed that these spells must have existed for a long time, but he was limited by his strength before and could not detect it. He walked slowly, not observing the state of the world—he had never been interested in such things—but chasing and admiring the dots, gradually separating them in an ambiguous background, and after walking three streets he could accurately describe the shape of the spell dots, and after passing five streets, after avoiding a crowd of children scurrying down the streets, he could tell some of the details of the dots' interior.

If it is just to escape the spell, it is enough to realize this level, if it is to fight the law, this is far from enough, he must recognize what kind of spell this is-the Dao system spell is ever-changing, no matter how high the realm of Kun Chao is, it must be the existing spell, he is just more skilled, and he can deceive the Tianmu of the Seven Daoists who serve the moonlight.

Zuo Liuying walked more slowly, but it didn't help, he could only do this step, and what he saw in his eyes was still a small spot of light like a sparrow, and there were five to ten spells hidden in it, and he couldn't recognize any of them, so naturally he couldn't resist them.

He walked into the street below the Daotong Tower, which was one of the few quiet places in the entire imperial capital, the tavern was still there, undamaged by the pillars of light rising into the sky, and now it had become a place similar to a holy place, and the residents within a hundred steps had consciously moved out, and the government had given them rich compensation.

Again, there are no orders or requirements to prohibit entry, and mortals and practitioners consciously and voluntarily avoid it.

Therefore, when Zuo Liuying walked into this street, there was no one in front of him, he stopped at the edge, stood for a while, and slowly gathered a group of people behind him, and then a group of loose cultivators and talisman masters also stopped in the sky, all of them felt that this guy in a straw hat was a little special, but no one guessed his intentions, until someone recognized his identity.

"Zuo Liuying, he is Zuo Liuying!"

Cheche whispered like an autumn wildfire quickly burning across the grassland, although quite a few cultivators and the vast majority of mortals didn't know who Zuo Liuying was at all, or they were infected by the atmosphere, and they had a strong sense of anticipation, but no one knew what they were looking forward to.

A Taoist priest about twenty years old walked out of the tavern, faced Zuo Liuying, walked forward seven steps, stopped for about half an hour, and slowly took seven steps back, stopped again, this time staying for a shorter time, turned around and returned to the tavern, without saying a word in the whole process, and did not make a gesture of casting spells.

The spectators on both sides of the street were inexplicable, but their hearts were full of blood, and they faintly felt something, and the cultivators in the air saw different situations according to their own strength, but they all knew that these two people had just engaged in a fight.

"Dao Tong wants Zuo Liuying to speak, and Zuo Liuying wants to keep his Mud Pill Palace, so that it will be a wonderful illusion battle. A voice in the air said that someone had finally seen the truth of this fight.

The heavens and the earth made a "oh" sound in unison, although more than half of the people had never heard of illusion, and for them, a spell that could not be seen or heard could not be considered a spell.

"Who won the hell?" The questions in the crowd came one after another, and this question didn't need to be answered by the strong man in the air, "Stupid, Zuo Liuying hasn't opened his mouth until now, of course he won." ”

It was only at this point that the name "Zuo Liuying" finally took on practical meaning for the vast majority of people, because he had a story about defeating the representative of the Taoist system in a battle that few people understood.

With such a beginning, all kinds of gossip began to fly like a large number of mosquitoes in the grass in the middle of summer. Breaking the barrier between the upper and lower levels, it is passed back and forth between cultivators and mortals.

Zuo Liuying's former identity and all kinds of true or false deeds have been revealed.

As a result, the straw hat Taoist priest standing on the street became more real.

The second Taoist priest came out of the tavern, an old man in his fifties, tall and thin, his face always seemed to be shrouded in a layer of clouds, some cultivators recognized him as Grandmaster Ashan, and the name of the Shenzang device quickly spread.

Shen Zangqi stood at the door of the tavern, facing Zuo Liuying, who was a hundred paces away. He didn't move forward, he didn't retreat, he didn't speak in his mouth, he didn't hold a Dharma weapon in his hand, he just stood like that.

The fight lasted a little longer, nearly half an hour, and the most imaginative spectators on the ground got tired of watching it, and many people began to go their separate ways, leaving behind a sentence: "Tell me when there is a result." ”

Almost all the cultivators in the air remained. And the more they gather, even if they can't see the reason like the mortals on the ground, they are embarrassed to leave, because it means that their strength is weak and their vision is not accurate.

The voice that had explained the last fight sounded again. The tone was full of mockery, "People who don't understand should be conscious, don't stay here and pretend, just look at your eyes and know that you are a bunch of fools." ”

A very small number of practitioners left in shame. Most of them still stuck to their positions, or pleaded, or provoked, and let the man explain the monotonous fighting on the ground.

"It's still an illusion fight. The voice was not polite. But he only spoke out and didn't show up, and no one knew where he was hiding, "These two people are both dressed in the Seven Moons, and they are evenly matched on the surface, but Zuo Liuying has long been accustomed to not using magic weapons for many years, and the straw hat on his head is just a mortal thing." Asan Shenzang saw that the other party didn't use magic weapons, and he was embarrassed to take out the magic weapons he had, so he fell behind at this point. He is an orthodox Taoist priest, the more magic weapons, the stronger the spells he casts, and suddenly he doesn't use it, just like a martial artist who is used to swords changes to his bare hands, his strength will naturally be discounted, although it is only a little, but it can determine the outcome of the ......"

The man spoke with the truth, and the viewers nodded their heads, indicating that the hero saw the same thing.

At the door of the tavern, Grandmaster Ashan Shen Zangqi took a deep breath and said: "There is a mountain outside the mountain, Zuo Daoyou really found another way, which is respectable and admirable, and Shen is willing to bow down." ”

The Shen Tibetan Instrument was indeed defeated as the man expected, but his bearing was unanimously recognized by the cultivators.

Even the Grandmaster who served the Sevenfold Moon Mangs was defeated, and the expectations of the spectators rose sharply, and all their eyes were on the Daotong Tower, especially those who had seen the ancestor with their own eyes on the first day, and their hearts were beating like a drum, thinking that they could get a second luck.

Therefore, when the third Taoist priest came out of the tavern, almost no one noticed.

It was a young Taoist priest, who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, with an extremely beautiful appearance, but with an awe-inspiring and inviolable meaning, and her voice was even more cold than that of people thousands of miles away, and even some cultivators were as ashamed of themselves as mortals, and they were embarrassed to look at her for too long.

"The patriarch accepted your conditions. The female Taoist priest said that it turned out that she didn't come out to fight with Zuo Liuying, "Please let Mu Xingqiu come over, I also want to meet him." ”

Zuo Liuying didn't squeak, the voice in the air laughed, "It's still Kun Chao's skills, no, two chips, Zuo Liuying has won two battles in a row, thinking that he has saved the Mud Pill Palace, but he didn't expect Kun Chao to take advantage of it." The nest is lost, and it is useless to fight again, Zuo Liuying, you have lost completely. ”

This person called the patriarch by his name, which seemed extremely unpolite, and finally aroused the dissatisfaction of the cultivators, and thousands of pairs of eyes were looking for him.

"Don't look for it, Lao Tzu is a different historian, who came to declare war on Kunzhuan, Yelin Town...... Oops......" The voice disappeared, and no one knew where Yi Shijun went.

Zuo Liuying finally spoke: "Three days later, Mu Xingqiu came to challenge the Taoist patriarch, to burn incense as a memory, if he can be undefeated in a pillar of incense, even if he wins, please the patriarch will be quiet and inactive within twelve years, if he can't persevere, voluntarily hand over all the demon seeds, and he himself will be at the disposal of the patriarch." ”

"The patriarch should fight. The female Taoist priest said.

In the sky and on the ground, the crowd is sensational.

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