Xianlu Spring and Autumn

Ye Bai walked slowly inside Bailianmen, wherever he looked, apart from the red light of flames, there were precious lights of various colors, several of them had powerful auras.

In addition to the aura of the magic weapon, there is also a powerful monk's aura coming from many places, and there are at least seven or eight monks in the Nascent Soul stage that can be felt.

The magic weapon refined by Bailianmen is widely pursued by Qiongtian monks. Ji Baiyi's Shangxie Sword and Nangonghe's Jueying Blade are both produced by this school.It is conceivable that by virtue of the superior refining technique, this faction can earn a huge amount of cultivation resources. With the cultivation resources, it can attract several talented monks to vote. It is not difficult for the sect to prosper.

The sound of footsteps quickly followed from a distance behind.

"Congratulations, Master Ye."

The person who caught up with him was the young man who had led Ye Bai to the door before, and this person had a sincere face and a hint of goodwill.

Ye Bai nodded slightly and said: "Senior Master Wang just let me practice with him for the time being, and he hasn't officially accepted me as a disciple yet, so don't be too polite, little brother."

The young man smiled and said: "With Senior Ye's aptitude, being accepted as an apprentice by the ancestor is just a matter of time. This junior, I only hope that there will be a lot of seniors, and don't care about it like my younger brother. He is quite talented in refining weapons. , I was spoiled by the seniors in the sect, so I acted recklessly today."

Ye Bai nodded and said, "What's your name?"

He actually had a good impression of this person, for his younger brother, he dared to personally intercede with himself, a cultivator with a somewhat vicious reputation, which was not bad in terms of courage and character.

The young man cupped his hands slightly, and said in a gentle manner: "Your junior Chai Qianyue, younger brother Qian Xing."

"Good name."

Ye Bai nodded, gave a faint praise, and walked out of the gate of Bailianmen.

After going out, dozens of eyes shot over at the same time.Among them was Chai Qianxing, who was much more honest, with bitter eyes and the appearance of a bleak young man.

Ye Bai ignored the crowd, Yu Jian left, and Chai Qianyue's scolding sound came from behind him.

Chai Qianxing is just a teenager at heart.Moreover, his cultivation base is low, Ye Bai really doesn't need to use him to play some tricks like establishing his prestige.

In Yujing City, there is no such place as Tianxin Pagoda for temporary residence of monks, but Yujing City is one of the three major immortal capitals, and there are a lot of monks coming and going. When Ye Bai entered the city, he vaguely saw a few inns and restaurants. shop.

It was almost dusk at this time, and the sky was getting dark, but Yujing City presented a more peculiar scenery.The colorful vitality embellishes the night of Yujing City like a dream.

In many restaurant-like buildings in the city, the lights have just come on, and the seats are full of guests. Naturally, the drinks are immortal home jade wine, and the food is naturally spiritual fruit delicacies.Naturally, they couldn't do without Ye Bai who just entered the city today.

"Fellow daoists, let's talk about Ye Bai. Although his behavior is low-key, there are traces to be found. The strangest thing is his origin. The first time this person appeared was in the water city of Xiangdu in Donglai Kingdom. He already has the cultivation base of the early stage of foundation establishment. Then he was admitted to the Taiyi Sect, but no one knows where he went before, what sect and sect he came from."

The speaker was a big man with a beard and a rough face.The sound was like a bell, one foot stepped on the ground, the other foot stepped on the bench, holding a flagon in one hand, and gesticulating with the other.

As soon as the voice fell, there was a high-pitched voice saying: "The first time I appeared was in the water city of Xiangdu, so it must have been a casual cultivator who wandered into the Sea of ​​Burial Gods before."

"otherwise!"

Another ferocious and domineering yellow-clothed friar suddenly said: "To tell you the truth, I and the fellow Taoists around me came from the Sea of ​​Burying Gods and once rolled hundreds of times in the Sea of ​​Burying Gods. years, but before he became famous, there was never any news that he had wandered in the Sea of ​​Burial Gods.”[

When everyone heard the words, their doubts became deeper, and the atmosphere was slightly dull.

"No matter where this person comes from, Hai Kuanglan will definitely win this time."

In the hall, someone suddenly broke the silence, with a bit of disdain in his tone.

Everyone followed the sound and saw that the person who was speaking was a handsome middle-aged man in brocade clothes. His long hair was neatly combed, and he was occupying a table all by himself. He seemed to disdain to talk to others As a company, the movements of drinking are elegant and unrestrained, but no matter what, it seems that there is a bit of deliberation.

"Fellow Taoist, why did you say that? Hai Kuanglan's defeated monks are countless, but they are limited to Yujing City. Besides, the highest-level monks defeated so far are only half-step Nascent Souls."

The one who refuted was the yellow-clothed cultivator from the Sea of ​​Burying Gods. This person has the cultivation base of the late Jindan stage, and his expression is unruly.

The middle-aged man laughed without raising his head and said, "Your Excellency seems to have some doubts about the fighting power of our monks in Yujing City. If this is the case, why did you come to Yujing all the way from Shenshenhai?"

"Your Excellency's lip service is good, but you just don't know how to use it? Since you don't like Ye Bai, why don't you teach him a lesson yourself, and the person we discuss in the future may be replaced by you."

A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the yellow-clothed monk, but he immediately disappeared. The other party had a half-step Nascent Soul cultivation, and he knew it was a local monk in Yujing City. In a real fight, you may not lose, but if you provoke the opponent's sect, I'm afraid it will not end well.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, and said quietly: "I really want to fight with that guy, but I'm afraid of hurting him and delaying the duel between Hai Kuanglan and him. It's a pity... Otherwise, we must let him know. The capital is not a wild place like the Guyuan Mountains."

This person sighed, shook his head and smiled wryly.

Everyone in the hall knew that he was harsh and soft-hearted, and he was blowing his mind, but there was nothing he could do.

"If your Excellency wants to fight, I will accompany you. If I am injured, I will go and explain to Hai Kuanglan in person, and I promise that you will never be implicated."

A faint voice sounded from outside the door,

After a few breaths, a young man in a blue robe, with a straight figure and a stern expression, walked into the hall in the building.

"Ye Bai!"

Someone couldn't help but exclaimed.

There was a sudden sound of crows and sparrows in the hall, and everyone looked at Ye Bai who walked in, with different expressions.

The face of the middle-aged man was the most exciting, instantly changing from red to purple, then from purple to blue, and finally turned pale.

His name is Wu Zijun, and he is a monk of a small sect in Yujing City, Qiyuan Sect. , stepped into the half-step Nascent Soul Realm, and seeing that he was half a step away from becoming a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, he couldn't help feeling arrogant and boasting about himself.

After leaving the customs, he found that few people cared about his achievements at all. Instead, the whole city was talking about Ye Bai's coming to Beijing, and jealousy and hatred suddenly arose in his heart.After hearing about Ye Bai's record, he was horrified for a while, and his depression subsided a lot, but he was still a little dissatisfied, after all, it was all rumors.

Today I couldn't help but uttered a few provocative words in the building, but was caught by Ye Bai.

With an expression on his face, Ye Bai went to sit opposite him and sat down. He didn't want any wine, so he directly took out a pot of blood amber from the ring and drank it.

"I'm not used to drinking at the same table with others, please move to another place."

When Wu Zijun saw Ye Bai finish what he said just now, he didn't "force" him to take action anymore, thinking that Ye Bai was concerned about his sect and was just a hard-talking person who didn't dare to really take action, his face gradually returned to blood. , full of arrogance.

Ye Bai said lightly: "The other places in the hall are full, but this table belongs to Your Excellency is empty, where do you want me to sit?"

Wu Zijun smiled and said, "As long as you don't get in my way, I don't care where you sit!"

Ye Bai nodded slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, as if he was talking to himself: "It's really troublesome, we still have to fight in the end."

When Wu Zijun heard this, his face tightened immediately, and his right hand dropped to his waist.

In the hall, a golden light suddenly rose!

Everyone saw a burst of golden light suddenly erupting from Ye Bai's body. Accompanied by the sound of Qingyue's dragon chant, Ye Bai's body suddenly rose to a height of four or five feet, his face also became a little hideous, and he let out a loud drink , punching Wu Zijun with a fist.

The strong wind suddenly picked up, and the air flow was violent!

The onlooker cultivator quickly circulated his mana to stabilize his body, his eyes were already full of horror. Although it was just a punch, it was enough to make people feel the overwhelming terrifying power.

Wu Zijun felt even worse.

Ye Bai's punch seemed to form a strange force field around him, squeezing him, holding him in place, unable to move, watching helplessly as the golden fist grew bigger and bigger. getting closer...

hum-

A voice suddenly sounded, and the blue light flickered. Wu Zijun finally squeezed out all the strength in his body, hooked his fingers, released a mana, and took out his own defensive magic weapon, the sky blue barrier!

This magic weapon, like a thick ice mirror, glowed with a faint blue light, blocking Wu Zijun's body like a wall.

boom!

The fist shadow finally falls!

The sky-blue barrier resisted for a few breaths, and with a bang, it was torn apart and shattered into pieces.

The shadow of the fist didn't stop, it landed on Wu Zijun's chest like a dragon sailing out of the sea.

Wu Zijun's face instantly turned red gold, he spurted out a big mouthful of blood, flew upside down, and hit the wall.

After slumping down, his eyes were dimmed, full of disbelief.

A half-step Nascent Soul, instantly defeated!

The power of a punch is so powerful!

Everyone was dumbfounded. (To be continued..)

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