"What on earth are you going to do?"
In a courtyard in Xuanyang City.
"You said you were going to take action, but you kept putting it off, and now you're not going to take action anymore?"
A thin man with a gloomy expression looked at the person sitting opposite him indifferently.
"How confident are you in taking action now? How many high-level zombies do you have at your disposal? Can you handle Luo Qingzhui?"
The figure hidden in the hood sneered.
"This is Xuanyang City, one of the four major cities outside the three major capitals. It's the headquarters of the Xuanyang Luo Clan, one of the ten great aristocratic families. Do you know how many immortals there are in the Luo Clan?"
"So what? It's just a force from the lower realms. Under the vast power of my God, it's nothing more than a piece of shit."
Men disdain.
"As long as we take Xuanyang City, we can then use the Luo family's many high-level practitioners as a base and refine them into undead spirits. This will be enough for us to sweep across the surrounding area in the shortest possible time. By the time others react, we will have already won the upper hand. Even if we have a stalemate, we can slowly erode them. One day, we will be able to ignite the divine fire and become great gods."
"Oh."
The figure under the hood let out an unexplained laugh.
"This city has over ten legendary experts, including Human Immortals and Return to Void, hundreds of gold, and their own unique magic. If you think you can withstand the pressure of Return to Void and Human Immortals and take this city alone, go ahead. I will cheer for you. When you become a god, I will bow down to you and become your subordinate god."
The gloomy man fell silent.
Dealing with more than a dozen legends is tricky. It’s not that there is no solution, but the law... only the law can fight the law.
He secretly hated himself for having received the Necromancer's inheritance for too short a time, otherwise he would have become a legendary Necromancer and could have used his own domain to directly counter the opponent's magic.
"So what do you say we should do?"
"wait."
The man under the hood stood up.
"Wait for the others to gather first. There's strength in numbers. Also, don't always think of using brute force to solve any problem. That's low-level."
"Then I'll see how you use your brain to break Xuan Yang's magic!"
The cold man sneered.
…
Xuanyang City has been very lively recently.
The most lively place is naturally the Qinghua Pavilion.
As Luo Qingzhui's residence, naturally many people came here to visit.
Some admired her looks.
Some have heard of her fame.
Some admired her cultivation.
No matter whether the people who came were simply out of admiration, visiting because of his reputation, or wanting to challenge him, in the end no one succeeded.
On the steps in front of the Qinghua Pavilion, there was a man lying there in a utterly disfigured manner.
He was either fast asleep or drinking heavily.
And because he was lying there, no one dared to step over.
Because his name is the Wine Immortal.
A group of people stood in front of the steps of the Qinghua Pavilion, but no one dared to go forward and knock on the door.
At this moment, a burly young man finally stepped forward.
"Hello, please inform me that I, Iron Palm Zhang Lin, would like to see Luo Xian."
"Do you know the Three Xuan Yang Methods?"
The Drunken Immortal did not stand up, but just lay there lazily.
"Um?"
Zhang Lin was puzzled.
“The first law of Xuan Yang is that anyone who seeks trouble or attacks others will be expelled from Xuan Yang.
Xuanyang's second method: Xuanyang Luo family does not see challengers coming to their door.
Xuan Yang's third method: the Blue Flower Pavilion does not accept visitors!"
"Um?"
Zhang Lin frowned.
"We are all from the Jianghu. A fellow martial artist came to visit us, but the Xuanyang Luo family didn't even have the courtesy to directly turn them away?"
"Oh, who are you? Luo's courtesy is only for their friends. Challenging them is like looking for trouble. They are enemies."
The Drunken Immortal's eyes were sharp!
"It seems that the threshold of the Xuanyang Luo family is too high. I can't pay a visit today."
Zhang Lin looked at the Drunken Immortal.
"I heard that you were ranked third on the previous generation's list of geniuses?"
"Yeah, there are two perverts ahead of me, so I can only be third."
The Drunken Immortal still looked lazy.
"Then I'll be glad to learn from your great skills."
As he spoke, Zhang Lin burst into energy and took the initiative to provoke.
"It's a shame for a blood transfusion at this age, with good talent."
The Drunken Immortal shook his head.
"A small family, eager for quick success and instant benefits, has wasted their natural talent."
As he spoke, the Drunken Immortal picked up the wine gourd, took a big gulp, and then spat it out.
The water droplets flying in the air were apparently very normal and tiny, but when the Drunken Immortal spit them out, it seemed as if they were endowed with a tremendous force, causing an invisible force to directly envelope Zhang Lin. He could not move and could only allow the water droplets to hit him under the oppression of this force.
The blood-exchanging warriors were originally strong and muscular, but Zhang Lin was attacked by these water droplets and flew backwards without any ability to fight back.
Before he could say anything, he was expelled because he triggered Xuan Yang's magic.
"People are different. If Qing Zhui, Wuming, or Su Li were here, I would have to deal with them seriously. How can a person who has tempered his bones once in the Strong Bone Stage be qualified to come here? Do you really think that exchanging blood is a big deal? Haven't you seen that there are not many warriors who exchange blood on the Tianjiao Ranking?"
The Drunken Immortal sneered for a while and then lay back down.
"Zhang Chaoyang has become the Heavenly Master, and Su Nu is useless. I will just reluctantly take on the role of the number one of the previous generation."
Thinking of this, the Drunken Immortal happily took another big gulp of wine.
This is actually a sad thing.
When those two were around, I felt aggrieved and had to let the third brother go.
Oh, he is older than Zhang Chaoyang. He thought that after Su Xin left, he could move up one place, but who knew that Zhang Chaoyang would be directly demoted to the first place. He couldn't even get the second place. He was suppressed by that girl Su Nu and couldn't make any progress.
As a result, Zhang Chaoyang, who had been the number one for more than ten years, abdicated and Luo Qingzhui took the throne.
As for myself, I am old enough and have been removed from the list early.
Now that I’m thirty years old, there should be no one who can match me, right?
The Drunken Immortal was a little uncertain.
I wonder if some of those shady old bastards in the Taoist sect will stay in hiding and not come down the mountain.
I don’t know which of those who were removed from the Tianjiao List have entered the Return to Void Realm and which are still waiting.
Looking at it this way, I, the number one person at the age of 30, am just entertaining myself.
Suddenly, the Drunken Immortal felt unhappy and quickly drank some wine to calm himself down.
When he drinks enough and becomes more obviously drunk, the world will belong to him, and he will be invincible.
Thinking of this, he gulped down a few mouthfuls.
"How can I relieve my worries? Only Du Kang can do it."
"It's a pity that I'm uneducated, otherwise I would have recited a few poems to him at this time. What a pity, I'm not Luo Qingchen, bah bah bah, why are you mentioning her when everything is fine."
When he thought of someone, Jiuzhongxian suddenly felt unwell.
Lie back down quickly and drink honestly. When you drink enough, you won’t have to worry about thinking about the female devil.
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