The song is ethereal, and it comes slowly.

The free and easy meaning revealed in it is unforgettable.

The cultivators stood on the shore and listened quietly, as if their hearts had been baptized from the outside in.

Ye Zhou was also thoughtful.

The artistic conception of this song is extraordinary, and the deep meaning revealed in it is even more amazing.

A hundred years of life empty pin grinding!

Could it be that this person really lived for more than a hundred years, isn't that an old antique in the world?

Ye Zhou stared at him.

"It's coming!" the cultivators unconsciously held their breath and whispered.

The fog rolled and parted from it, and the boat came with a wave.

There is a person standing in the bow of the boat, tall, wearing a hat, surrounded by clouds and mist, looking ethereal, like a fairy figure.

"Mom, this old monster actually adapted the Taoist song of the ancestor I sent to pretend to be forced, Lao Tzu will have to settle accounts with him later!" A low scolding, almost inaudible, immediately destroyed this immortal qi completely.

Ye Zhou couldn't cry or laugh.

Although this voice is low, others may not be able to hear it, but he has practiced the spell of the little tailwind ear, but he can hear it clearly.

He glanced away, only to see the sloppy old man standing aside, his face full of anger, scolding in his mouth, and he couldn't help but become more and more curious about his identity.

The fog obscures the sky and the sun, but there is no wind to naturally separate on both sides, and the starlight and moonlight appear together.

This strange scene made Ye Zhou more and more confirmed the judgment in his heart.

This fog was definitely created by someone else with a spell to prevent mortals from approaching here.

After all, this Yun Mengze auction is a gathering of cultivators, and it is extremely secretive, if mortals enter here and spread the matter, it will be a big trouble.

The canopy boat gradually approached the shore, and the fisherman standing on the bow of the boat gradually showed his true face, with a childish face and crane hair, and a long snow-white beard hanging down, a foot long, fairy wind bones.

He raised his head, his eyes swept around, stared at everyone's faces, and chuckled, "Everyone has cultivation, since you can find here, you must have come to participate in the Yunmengze auction, come up!"

When the matter came, everyone seemed very hesitant.

After all, this fisherman came very strangely, and no one knew where he came from.

The sloppy old man laughed strangely, his toes touched the ground lightly, and the whole person was like a spirit ape, taking the lead in rushing in.

Ye Zhou's heart moved, and then followed.

Seeing that the two of them were not worried, the other cultivators glanced at each other, and then boarded the boat in turn.

After all, after waiting for so long, only this ship came, if you really missed it, you won't be able to enter the Yunmengze auction again.

The boat doesn't look big from the outside, but the interior is quite spacious, and more than 20 people sit on it, and it doesn't look crowded at all.

As soon as the sloppy old man entered it, he lay sideways in a corner, holding a wine gourd in his hand, and drank very drunkly.

The smell of alcohol fills the air, and the space inside the ship is everywhere.

The cultivator's sense of smell was keen, and the smell of this wine was magnified many times, and they frowned one by one.

Although they are dissatisfied in their hearts, these people can become cultivators, and they are not without eyesight, they all see the extraordinaryness of this sloppy old man, they are by no means ordinary people, there is no reason to make trouble, but their faces are gloomy and not good-looking, and the atmosphere is quite dull.

And the sloppy old man always went his own way and didn't care.

Ye Zhou had been secretly observing this person from the sidelines, and he also had some guesses.

This old man looks sloppy, but his breath is round and round, and he does not leak the slightest.

If he hadn't guessed wrong, this sloppy old man's cultivation was at least a real person's late-stage cultivation, and it was even very likely that he had reached a higher Heavenly Master realm.

This is a proper cultivation senior.

It's just that he seems to be cynical and plays the world, but in fact, his temperament is quite indifferent and he doesn't want people to approach, so Ye Zhou naturally won't go up to talk about himself.

The fisherman did not paddle, but the canopy boat was windless and automatic, as if an invisible hand was pushing it forward, breaking through the dense fog and only heading towards the center of Yunmengze.

Ye Zhou looked at the fisherman, only to see him standing on the bow of the boat, never moving, the aura on his body was close to nothing, and he didn't look like a cultivator.

So what's the deal with the spell that propelled the awning boat forward?

Ye Zhou only felt that this fisherman had a thick eccentricity.

He thought for a moment, stepped forward and asked, "Senior, where are we now?"

The others also looked at it with interest.

The fisherman stood still, but a pair of eyes were spinning, staring at it, and spit out two cold words in his mouth, "Dragon Island!"

Although he was smiling, his expression was twisted and stiff, like an emotionless creature squeezing out a smile.

Ye Zhou was secretly surprised, took a few steps back, looked at the fisherman carefully, and only felt that something was wrong in his heart.

Although this fisherman has a fairy wind and bones, his face is dull, and he does not look like a living person, but he can move freely, which is too strange.

The canopy boat was extremely fast, like an arrow shooting through the lake.

Then, as if some kind of boundary had been breached, the fog was washed away, revealing a vast lake.

The stars are shining, the moon is hanging high, and there is still the slightest trace of the fog that covers the sky and the sun.

Ye Zhou looked back, only to find that all these fogs were gathered around the lake, like a wall of fog covering the lake from all sides, making it impossible to see the scene in the center of the lake from the outside.

He nodded, and everything was as he expected.

This fog is really man-made, in order to block Yun Mengze tonight, so that mortals can't get close here.

"Huh?" he looked into the distance, and saw that on the continuous fog wall, there were one after another small boats coming from all directions, and they were all full of human figures, each of whom was a cultivator.

Eight hundred miles of Yunmengze, spanning the two prefectures of Hubei and Hunan provinces, the territory is extremely broad, and there is obviously more than one population.

What made him concerned was that there was a fisherman standing on each boat, who looked exactly the same, and it made him feel a chill all over his body.

He had a guess in his heart, these fishermen seemed to be able to confuse the real with the fake, but in fact, they were like puppets, and there were other manipulators behind them.

It's just that......

Ye Zhou's eyes swept away, and he found that the black canopy boats on the lake gathered from all directions, there were thousands of them, and it was too strong to be able to manipulate such a puppet at the same time.

The lake is rippling, and thousands of fishing boats are gathered, like swimming fish in the water gradually gathering into a group, and they are heading towards the center of the lake.

Wow!

The surface of the lake shook, and the surface of the lake set off waves out of thin air.

A large black figure rises from the center of the lake, and the current flows down from both sides, revealing a huge ship as large as an island.

There was a dragon head standing in the bow of the ship, with two horns reaching into the sky, and the mouth of the blood basin was wide open, and a fierce and arrogant aura came to the face.

"Dragon Island has arrived!"